The Ties that Bind
Spike kicked the wall, growling softly with frustration
as his boot disappeared through the plasterboard and into Wesley’s office.
He yanked his foot back and, with it, a chunk of wall.
“You’ll be docked the cost of replacing that,” warned Angel.
“Stupid, gerry-built…. Hang on. You don’t pay me!”
“Because you don’t do anything. Except annoy me.”
“Fine. I’ll leave.”
“You already did that.” Angel folded his arms. “Why’d you come back?”
“It’s the bloody amulet. That’s what it is. “Tying me to this place."
“You’re not Casper anymore.”
“Perhaps there’s something else that’s keeping Spike here?” suggested Wesley.
“You’ll be docked the cost of replacing that,” warned Angel.
“Stupid, gerry-built…. Hang on. You don’t pay me!”
“Because you don’t do anything. Except annoy me.”
“Fine. I’ll leave.”
“You already did that.” Angel folded his arms. “Why’d you come back?”
“It’s the bloody amulet. That’s what it is. “Tying me to this place."
“You’re not Casper anymore.”
“Perhaps there’s something else that’s keeping Spike here?” suggested Wesley.
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written for open_on_sunday 17th June 2007