I've got three weeks (exactly) to finish it.
I have a few things I want to accomplish in this fic. Spike and Fred have to start heading in the direction of a relationship. So do Jayne and Illyria. (Yes, I just heard all your heads explode. Shut up. They'd be cute together. I don't care if that's a bad reason for shipping a couple.) Somehow or other I have to slip in an apocalypse, which I've just started on the road to by revealing what's in the box. I have to figure out how to activate the Slayers again. I have to build backstory without using the Exposition Fairy too much, because exposition = UGH. And I have to have more action in it, because right now it's just a bunch of people yakking at each other, which is teh dull.
Heh. I wonder how long a vampire can go without blood without going bananas...Because, I think I'm going to have to figure out a way of feeding Spike, otherwise. Which will feed my own cast-iron kink. Argh. Isn't this fic self-indulgent enough?
*kicks Antubis in his fuzzy pants* Let's get a move on here, fangface.