paradisa | 79;

[Things have changed from the days when getting into bloody shootouts and being thrown out of windows were all part of a routine procedure for Spike. When they had the technology to treat severe injuries, and he could bounce back from broken bones in a matter of weeks or even days. Now he has to experience the whole damn thing. It's out of sheer stubbornness that he doesn't get impatient and put out an open call for a "magic" doctor to speed up the process of regaining use in his hand. (Whatever they're really called. As many times as he's had to use them before, he should probably know that.) Too bad the only ones he could trust aren't around anymore.

For a while he had daydreamed about jumping off of the castle; which isn't the most original idea, and yet never seems to happen. Something always holds him back. The spectacle of it all, maybe. Spike is generally a private person, and the last thing he wants is to have his name blasted over the journal after he made a mess on the castle steps. Still, in two weeks he could be as good as new. If he were less experienced with the whole process, it would have been an easy sell.

Instead, here he is, slumped in a chair in the clinic lobby. Bored out of his mind.]

Hey. [He hasn't opened the journal once in weeks, and he doesn't bother to look back at what he missed when he dictates to a blank page. The only reason he has it open now is to put off walking up to that counter and have them berate him for leaving in the first place. Small steps.] What's the next holiday? I need to start marking this shit down.

[LATER --]

( Queen Anne )

[After his prognosis he has the journal on him again. He thinks about doing this in person, but he does a better job at faking good health this way. He has a feeling he'll be doing a lot of that in the foreseeable future.

She doesn't deserve to wait.]

I haven't forgotten.

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Would you follow if it were easy?

I doubt it.

[ That's what she thought. Smug bitch is smug. ]

I can promise you this, Spike Spiegel. I will not lie to you, or lead you by the hand into a demon's embrace. When you are in danger, you will know it, and it will be for a cause worth fighting for. I will do all I can not merely to better myself, but the world we live in and the people that reside.

Should that not suffice?

[...

Maybe it is stupid of him to get caught up in speeches, but sometimes it's nice to hear someone come out with conviction. That's the thing that drew his attention at the very beginning. He's glad she hasn't lost that.

So let him believe for a minute that she has it under control, and that he can afford to let go a little more, before experience gets the better of him.]

You don't owe me any promises.

I owe you nothing. The promise is not only for you, but for myself as well. Our eternal souls may be in God's hand, but we are the ones to tread our path towards judgment. Ours is not through yet, and that is why we are here.

So you must be at your best. A physician better than the others will soon see to you, and then you may see to me.

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[It's like she already got word of what the clinic had to say to him. He can't quite bring himself to tell her not to get her hopes up, but he also doesn't know what kind of connections she's made whenever they fell out of touch. Anything is possible.

Either way, he doesn't feel prepared enough to know how to respond. It takes him a few tries before he gets something out.]

I'll see you around, then. [--Your Majesty. He never remembers that when it matters.]

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Master Spiegel

Queen Anne

Master Spiegel

Queen Anne

Master Spiegel

Queen Anne