Just Rewards

Sunnydale, California
The Hellmouth
Nineteen Days Earlier

Spike: What... what...
Harmony: What the hell are you doing here, Spike?

Fred: Okay, would somebody please tell me who-
Wes: William the Bloody. He's a vampire. One of the worst recorded. Second only to-
Angel: Me. But you're dead.
Harmony: Well, yeah. Who here isnt? Besides him... and him... and her... and... What are you again?

Spike: What? What's happened to me?
Harmony: Well, I'm no doctor, but I think you're a ghost.
Spike: I'm no - I'm no bloody ghost.
Harmony: Hey, you're the one sticking out of a desk, pal.

Spike: Buffy! Is she-
Angel: She's okay.
Spike: Where - where is she?
Angel: Europe, last I heard from her.
Spike: Wanna see her... Wanna talk to her.
Angel: That's gonna be tough.
Spike: You can't keep her from me.
Angel: She's not mine to keep... or yours.
Spike: Says you. You got no idea what we had.
Angel: You never had her.
Spike: More than you, you poncy-

Spike: I must be in hell.
Lorne: Uh, no. L.A., but a lot of people make that mistake.

Gunn: So he's a good guy vampire like Angel?
Angel: He's nothign like me.
Spike: Got that right.

Lorne: Honey of a story.
Wes: Story?
Lorne: Yeah, the vampire slayer both men loved, both men lost. Oh, I could sell that to any studio in a heartbeat.

Fred; If he's a ghost, technically we shouldn't be able to see him. And I'm detecting brainwave activity.
Angel: On Spike? That is weird.
Fred: Also, ghosts generally absorb light and heat energy making the area around them a few degrees cooler. Spike's radiating heat.
Spike: Think I'm hot, do you?
Fred: Mm... lukewarm. Just above room temperature.

Wes: Whatever he is, it's clearly tied to this amulet. Spike's essence, for a lack of a better term, must have been held within it. Do you have any memory of a strange sensation when it released its energy?
Spike: What? You mean my skin and muscle burning away from the bone? Organs exploding in my chest? Eyeballs melting in their sockets? No. No memory at all. Thanks for asking.

Fred: Maybe he's here for a reason. You know, some higher purpose or something he's destined for. Sent to us by the powers that be to help us or-
Spike: Who gave them the bloody right to do that? Can't a man die in peace without some high almighty deciding it's not his time. Let's have a little more fun with him, eh? You think that saving the sodding world would be enough to earn me a rest.

Spike: You! This is your fault.
Angel: Mine?
Spike: You brought that bloody amulet to Sunnydale. You would have been the one to use it, until you chickened out.
Angel: What did you-
Spike: You heard me! You left town in the nick of time, didn't you, before the death and mayhem? Abandoned the woman you claimed to love.
Angel: She made the call. Wasn't my choice.
Spike: And this, bloody hell, wasn't mine. I'm not you. I don't give a piss about atonement or destiny. Just because I got me a soul doesn't mean I'm gonna let myself be led around by-
Fred: E-excuse me?
Wes: Did - did you just say - Spike has a soul?... You never said.
Angel: Didn't seem worth mentioning, you know.
Gunn: Seems to be a lot of that.

Angel: Little tip, Spike: Try not to talk about things you don't understand.
Spike: I'm not the prat here. I know you, Angel. What do you think you're doing? Made some devil's bargain to take over this company. Thought you'd use it to fight the evil of the world from inside the belly of the beast. Trouble is you're too busy fighting to see you and yours are getting digested.
Angel: Not gonna happen.
Spike: Oh, you think you're in control here? Guess again, mate. You're no more in control than I am.

Gunn: I caught an associate we laid off trying to smuggle this out of the voodoo division.
Angel: It's a nice likeness.

Angel: I'm in a meeting, Spike.
Spike: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't care.

Spike: So what? I'm just stuck here forever? I bet you're loving this, aren't you?
Angel: Knowing you'll be haunting me till the end of time? Hmmm. It's a dream come true.

Angel: Out of my chair.
Spike: Make me.

Spike: Knew you'd pick the Viper. So bloody predictable.
Angel: Spike, get out of the car.
Spike: No.
Angel: What?
Spike: This haunting you till the end of time idea of yours is starting to sound appealing. I could drive you completely starkers, right out of your gourd. Yeah, and you wouldn't be able to do a sodding thing about it.

Angel: We're - I'm from Wolfram & Hart.
Spike: I'm his date.

Spike: A spoon?! That's just... Well, okay, that's more... Disappointing, really.

Angel: What is your problem?
Spike: You are, ya ponce! You're my problem. You got it too good. You're kind of a 30 floor castle, with all the cars, comfort, power and glory you could ever want, and here I save the world, throw myself onto the proverbial hand grenade for love, honor, and all the right reasons, and what do I ger? Bloody well toasted and ghosted is what I get, isn't it? It's not fair.
Angel: "Fair?! You asked for a soul. I didn't! It almost killed me. I spent a hundred years trying to come to terms with infinite remorse. You spent three weeks moaning in a basement, and then you were fine! What's fair about that?!

Hainsley: You're a ghost. Well, close enough, anyway. That's just a horrible way to be. You're not here, you're not there, just lost, somewhere in the middle. And you can't fight against it. You can't fix it. Hell, you can't even lift a finger cause you simply don't have any.

Angel: Sure you want to do this, Spike?
Spike: What, think I could really stand hanging out with you and your lot, now and forever? Wisecracking ghost sidekick. No bloody thanks. Come on. You know as well as I do, it's for the best. I'm glad it's you, though. Finally doin me in. Feels right. You being my grandsire and all. Circle of death, eh?

Hainsley: Relax, son. I wasn't going to let anything happen to you. You're the linchpin of my plan.
Spike: Our plan. And you bloody better hold up your end of it. I'm not gonna be used by you.
Hainsley: Yes, you are. But afterwards, I'll give you your reward, just as you asked. I'll put you back in the driver's seat of your afterlife. Control. That's all anyone really wants, isn't it?

Hainsley: I've never installed anyone in a conscious dead body before. I imagine this is going to be extremely painful.

Spike: I'm slippin.
Fred: What?
Spike: Don't wanna go, but it' s like... It's like the ground underneath me is... splitting open and my legs are... straddling both sides of this bloody big chasm. It's getting wider, pulling me in.
Fred: Is that... is that what's happening when you keep vanishing?
Spike: I know what's down there - where it's trying to take me - and it's not the place heroes go. Not by a bloody long shot. It's the other one. Full of fire and torment. And it's happening. And I'm terrified... Help me?

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