Agreeing to do a bit of clandestine goods trafficking between Sunnydale and Los Angeles in the summer of 2001 probably wasn't the brightest idea Spike had ever had.

"I'm sure," Mia confirmed, then bit her lip. "I'm still me, Brian. Just with a few extra modifications."

She was like Parker. Only deadlier. And even more broken.

"We're brothers, not bookends," Eliot growled as he sank into a chair opposite Lindsey, avoiding his teammates' eyes. Black knight, white knight; maybe both designations were too simplistic, after all....

She'd left everything to a mysterious Longbottom great-great-uncle by the name of William with a birthdate somewhere in the ballpark of Dumbledore's.

Snippets from lives that Willow's activation spell (could have) irrevocably changed. Drabble collection.