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[torturedslayer]

I was talking to mom...well Piper mom and then the baliff called us all to attention as the judge walked in the courtroom. I was not ready for this. I had days..even months to prepare for this and I still wasn't ready. My lawyer made it so I didn't habe to be here for the jury selection, but I had to be here today. I was to be called first to

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[mad_poet_spike]

Bloody hell this git of a prosecutor was getting on my last nerves. Maybe when no one was looking I could take him to a dark corner and drain him. Wanker. Picking on a girl that more than deserved to do her dirty old man in.

I felt Buffy take my hand and was surprised, I guess I'm used to broody boy winning out most of the time. I smiled, just a little, to annoy the hell of out him. I could feel his annoyance from where I sat. Almost made me giddy, except for the blasted prosecutor.

I held Buffy's hand, massaging it a bit, hoping the coldness was more a comfort than a hindrance, but she wasn't pulling it back, so I must be doing something right for once.

I heard Angel growl, well at least we agreed on a bloody hatred of the prosecutor, who just seemed to be getting worse and worse. It was hard for me to sit there and listen to him, but for Buffy, I did. She needed me, no matter how vile and disgusting the sodding prosecutor was.

And what's worse is that both and Angel and I's pasts together make that prosecutor look like a bloody choir boy...