Nothing that can't be fixed...

Oh.  My.  God.  How did I forget?

How in Tartarus did I forget my love of Iolaus?  And Hercules?  And Autolycus and all the rest?  Oh, fandom, how I have neglected you! 

But fortunately, my love of Hercverse has been restored, resurrected even, by my love of Buffyverse.  Because I have spent the last three days reading a crossover between the two.  That actually works and is well written.  It even makes sense (which is high praise even for a non-crossover)!

When Hellmouths Collide by Kimberly Rector and Martha Wilson.
Buffy, Willow, Xander and Giles get themselves sucked through a portal to another dimension.  You can figure out which one.  It is, of course, all Ethan's fault.  Set earlyish S3 for BtVS (post- Band Candy, but possibly pre-Revelations) / post-Just Passing Through AU for HtLJ (took me awhile to realize that - I'd just thought it was just post-Revelations, and I know its very confusing to have two series with the same ep name). 

WHC is actually the later part of a series of loosely-connected stories (the early ones being when the U becomes A) that I'm going to go back and read; they're not really required to get the story.  Actually it's detailed and well-voiced enough that you don't really need more than a passing familiarity with the TV series to get it (moss6886 likes it - she's actually the one who found it - and she's only seen a few eps).  There's also a sequel (AtS x-over) set during the end of There's No Place Like Plrtz Glrb.

Go read!  It's good!  And, somewhat ironically, written by people who are fairly well-versed in actual Greek history and culture...

Must go hunt for icons & rerun schedules now... :D

ETA: In my hunt for icons, I discovered that marycrawford (one of the head honchos at Less Than Legendary Journeys - updates at ltlj), made a really hilarious vid to the Jennifer Saunders version of Holding Out for a Hero.  From the POV of the Widow Twanky.  It lives here.  Watch it.
Oh, and luckily for you, my unsuspecting Buffyverse fandom flist, there aren't any HtLJ reruns showing in the U.S. and I have other things I'd rather Netflix.  So theoretically this phase should pass quickly.  Theoretically.

ETA2: I had gotten the timeline for the HtLJ portion of WHC wrong; I had originally said it was post-Redemption, 'cause the Iolaus in the story is the good old swashbuckler, but the jester is around (just not in this story).

Which around here, means mud up to our ears. Actually, it could have been called Spring a couple of weeks ago, but I decided to wait on the official declaration until I transitioned from the Long-Tailed Hat of Warmth to the Floppy Hat of Doom. This transition was delayed somewhat by being sick with various ailments for the past... oh, call it two and a half weeks, making me a bit more inclined to warm fuzziness, clothing-wise. Multiple ailments, mind. Started with a wisdom tooth (which then mysteriously stopped growing again), continued with an extended upset-stomach disease, and then on to the weird eye-infection-type thing and the full-body cough, which I'm almost recovered from, just some residual congestion and a really sore (to the point of being legitimately referable to as painful) chest from all the coughing (mostly muscular, with a hair of shredded bronchial passages for good measure). There, now. Don't you feel healthier already? Sometimes I wonder if I even have an immune system.

Where did this post start out? Oh, right. Spring. It''s been raining. Which means that the grass is greening up, which means that I'll soon have to rake up the willow branches that have strewn themselves all across the yard over the winter, so then I can mow the previously mentioned grass. Yech. But It's too muddy yet, so I'll just enjoy the rain.

I have good things to read while I'm doing that, too. I just (finally!) started in on rahirah's A Raising In the Sun this afternoon (enjoying it quite a bit so far), I have a nice little pile of graphic novels and such from the library, and I just put away a pile of comics on Friday that I've resolved to read soon. Somehow my comics-reading has gone on hiatus for about a year now (and most of them hadn't been put truly away for longer, it was quite intimidating on the bag-and-box front. Bad comics care, I know), so I've got my work cut out for me. *sigh* Happiness is a pile of unread comic books.