You know you want to.

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I want to know -- what do you think is the Slashiest Scene Ever in your fandom? Here are a few from me.

Angel
Season four premiere, Wesley -- grim, Lilah-fucking, Justine-enslaving Wesley -- hauls Angel, who tried to murder him, out of the ocean. And then he opens his arm to let Angel drink. Gah.

Babylon 5
In the S2 episode In the Shadow of Z'ha'dum, Mr Morden -- who I always called "the smiling man" -- and Vir Cotto run across each other in a bar. (I forget if Vir has come to get Morden for Londo.) Morden looks at Vir and sucks on his swizzle stick and says, in his smiling voice, "What do you want?" Vir looks flustered.

Starsky & Hutch
In the S1 episode A Coffin For Starsky, Starsky has 24 hours to find the antidote for the poison he's been injected with or he'll die. He and Hutch spend the time tracking down the man who tried to kill Starsky, Starsky growing steadily weaker.

In the afternoon, they go back to the police station to wait for some info there. They sit down at one of the desks in the middle of a large public room. And then they hold hands.

I think that's the Slashiest Scene Ever Out Of Any Fandom for me.

What are yours? It's a nice way to pass the weekend.

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French is such a romantic language

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Les Misérables has its slashy moments, in among the voluminous digressions. Observe the cute college students-cum-revolutionaries at play:

"Are you good for anything?" asked Enjolras.

"I have a vague ambition in that direction," said Grantaire.

"You do not believe in everything."

"I believe in you."

"Grantaire, will you do me a service?"

"Anything. I'll black your boots."

"Well, don't meddle with our affairs. Sleep yourself sober from your absinthe."

"You are an ingrate, Enjolras."

"You the man to go to the Barriere du Maine! You capable of it!"

"....I am capable of that. My shoes are capable of that." ....

"Be serious," said Enjolras.

"I am wild," replied Grantaire.

Enjolras meditated for a few moments, and made the gesture of a man who has taken a resolution. "Grantaire," he said gravely, "I consent to try you. You shall go to the Barriere du Maine."

Grantaire lived in furnished lodgings very near the Cafe Musain. He went out, and five minutes later he returned. He had gone home to put on a Robespierre waistcoat. "Red," said he as he entered, and he looked intently at Enjolras. Then, with the palm of his energetic hand, he laid the two scarlet points of the waistcoat across his breast. And stepping up to Enjolras, he whispered in his ear: "Don't worry." He jammed his hat on resolutely and departed.

* * * * * *

(Two young men watch their friend go by in the street.)

"He has the air of a man who is following some one."

"That's true," said Bossuet.

"Just see the eyes he is making!" said Courfeyrac.

"But who the deuce is he following?"

"Some dearie-sweetie-flowery bonnet! He's in love."

"But," observed Bossuet, "I don't see any dearie-sweetie-flowery bonnet in the street. There's not a woman around."

Courfeyrac took a survey, and exclaimed: "He's following a man!"

Bossuet burst out laughing. "Who is that man?"

"He?" retorted Courfeyrac, "he's a poet. Poets are very fond of wearing the trousers of dealers in rabbit skins and the overcoats of peers of France."

"Let's see where Marius will go," said Bossuet; "let's see where the man is going, let's follow them, hey?"

"Bossuet!" exclaimed Courfeyrac, "eagle of Meaux! You are a prodigious brute. Follow a man who is following another man, indeed!"