On being chipped

[deadpoet]

Hello, I've got a idea. Rather than wait all those episodes for those government bastards to play around with my head, how about you go and leave me unchipped. You get the big bad me, I get to do whatever I like without a bloody killer migraine whenever I find myself feeling a little peckish. Everybody wins. Maybe not the blokes that get killed, but I can't say I really give a damn about them.

Better yet, let's go a bit before that where I still have that nice shiny ring. That way when you send me into that personal hell with two slayers, I don't find myself filling a Hoover within a week.

Comments

[herotypical]

Been there. Done that. Staged the intervention.

[deadpoet]

Well I'm not like Angel. So you can keep your interventions to yourself.

[herotypical]

...You're right about that.

[ so very not like angel. not where it counted, at least. ]

[deadpoet]

Good. Last thing I want to do is be compared to that chump.

[herotypical]

...Is the name-calling entirely necessary?

[ ugh. why is she even asking. ]

[deadpoet]

With that ponce? Couldn't do it any other way.

[herotypical]

...Says the vamp who still stops off at the pharmacy to pick up refills on his nail polish.

[deadpoet]

I happen to find pharmacy workers tasty. The polish is just a bit extra for my trouble.

[herotypical]

...Eh. I dunno. [ she pulls a face and continues to be -- well -- eerily familiar with him. ] Anyone in a white lab coat gives me that 'no' feeling.

[deadpoet]

What's that? Got yourself a problem with doctors?

[Maybe he ought to go harassing her in a white coat himself.]

[herotypical]

I don't trust anyone who makes money off my non-wellbeing. Seems like a pretty solid life philosophy. I watched this documentary once on malpra--

It's not like I'm the only one with a white coat complex.

[deadpoet]

[He gives approximately no damns about other people.]

All this time and it's white coats that get you uptight. So what was it? A dentist? Childhood doctor? Oh, I've got it. I bet you had one that worked out how crazy you were and did something about it. Am I close?

[herotypical]

[ all three. the dentist tale has yet to be told. ]

Not even a little bit. [ came her obvious lie. she still wasn't very good at that. ] In the game of hot and cold, you're ice cubing right about bow.

[deadpoet]

[Out came a grin. It was no use her lying to him. She should know that already.]

Well well well. Buffy Summers. Slayer by night, nutter by day. Do tell me you've got pictures. I love happy memories.

[herotypical]

Ex-nutter. And people who will soon eventually be living in glass crazy houses shouldn't be so quick to throw stones.

[deadpoet]

You really do need to stop going on about this future business. You don't look the seer part, slayer.

[herotypical]

But I at least look older. Facials or no. Face it, Spike. I know your destiny.

[deadpoet]

Funny thing about destiny. It's all bollocks. So you can talk about it as long as you like, Buffy. You going all old maid on me doesn't mean a thing.