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Severus Snape (severelyseverus) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-12 22:46:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 15, faith lehane, severus snape

Faith gets in trouble
WHO: Snape and Faith
WHAT: Crime and Punishment
WHEN: Day Fifteen, mid-morning
WHERE: Starts in the bar...
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: Complete

Where was that blasted girl? Snape had been looking for her all morning. He had tried every place he could think of, the gym, the training ground, the dining hall, even the library. He had barely taken a second glance at the pseudo-Tuscan countryside that they had all woken up to. That bloody Slayer! These training sessions were important! Didn't she know that?

Finally, after going so far as to ask strangers if they had seen her, Snape began to look in what he considered the unlikely locations. He tried the theatre, the games room, the pool; all with no luck. In the end, Faith was, of course, in the last place he looked, only this was also the last place he would ever have thought to look. She was in the bar.

Striding in like a thundercloud, his black cloak billowing behind him, Snape came up behind his charge and grabbed her by the back of her neck. He was furious, but he resisted the urge to pull his wand out. The volume of his voice rose with each of his angry statements.

"Do you know we had an appointment for eight AM? Do you know I have looked everywhere, everywhere for you? Do you know how put out I am to find you here, of all places, at eleven in the morning?? I am your Watcher!"

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severelyseverus
2008-09-16 08:59 am UTC (link)

Snape allowed Faith to ramble on as she wished. Her words did not deter him from his course. He was not intimidated or discouraged by the attitude she showed him. Perhaps she was nervous. Perhaps she was irritated. It did not matter.

"But I am your Watcher. What I do is in your best interest."

He was secretly very pleased when she removed her shirt, and not merely because he once again got a glimpse of her young, well-formed body. He was pleased because he had only had to tell her once. Clearly, for all her bluster, she understood and respected the Watcher/Slayer relationship. She deserved a small reward. Perhaps he would not apply the stinging tincture of Cryptomeria this time.

Her stared at her bared chest. Ignoring the aesthetic appeal of her breasts, he observed the large, dark, contustion spreading across the middle of it. Where on Mirage had she gotten that? It must have been a serious blow for her to still be showing it. What he needed to determine was whether the damage was merely external.

"Raise your arms and take a deep breath."

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dark_slayer
2008-09-16 10:05 am UTC (link)

She sneered at him as he spoke, but it was true. He'd played the only card anyone could that would make her even begin to respect them. All three of her Watchers on earth had had a much better time of it with her. Not that she'd made it easy, clearly, but for the girl who respected no one and nothing, it was a big step to even do as she was told, attitude or not.

"Whatever, Doctor."

She sighed and rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide it, as she slowly did as she was told. A minor miracle, really. But when was the last time anyone had helped her like this? She'd rarely been to a real doctor, and mostly took care of herself. There was a certain... appeal to being taken care of like this. It made her feel sort of odd, really. But she was almost sure she liked it.

"What now? Sommersaults? I can juggle, if you want..."

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severelyseverus
2008-09-17 09:20 am UTC (link)

Snape continued to be pleased with Faith's obedience. Despite her snide comments and disrespectful tone, he knew this was more than she was prepared to give to most people. He wondered just how much he could get her to do. He had no doubt he would rebel if he crossed a line. Still, it would be interesting to find out where that line was.

Applying his mind back to the problem at hand, he had definitely noticed a wincing when she had inhaled, and the breath had not been as deep as he would have thought normal. Whatever had injured her had given her more than a bruise. He pointed at her purple chest.

"Lower your arms. How did you get this?"

His mind ran over the possible treatments he would need to deliver. In addition to the bruise, she likely had sore ribs, and possibly a partially-collapsed lung. Salves applied to the skin ranked highly on his list of potential treatments.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-17 09:34 am UTC (link)

Again, she rolled her eyes, but did as he ordered. This time, though, it was because it actually hurt to have her arms raised as she did. Since she hadn't been given any further instruction, she just stood around and watched curiously as he poked around through his things.

"Whatcha doing?"

She glanced down at her chest, shrugged, and tried to decide what to tell him. She certainly wasn't adverse to lying, but wasn't sure how much point there was to doing so now. She hadn't been doing anything wrong. Although she had been known to lie just for fun, of course, and especially to authority figures like her Watcher.

"How do you think, Brainiac? Got into a fight, sparring match or whatever. No big."

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severelyseverus
2008-09-18 09:01 am UTC (link)

Snape gave Faith a look that might be described as a glare. He was glad of her obedience, but slightly exasperated with her casual attitude toward her injuries. He stepped up in front of her and took her chin in his hand so she had to look him in the eye.

"Actually, it is a big, a very big! First of all, this is a serious injury. Even with your exceptional healing, this damage persists. This is not the kind of injury you will be getting lightly. Am I understood? As your Watcher, I will decide when you are to engage an enemy capable of doing this to you, when you are to risk this kind of harm! Secondly, when you are hurt in this way, you must tell me immediately! I do not want to find you medicating yourself in a drinking establishment! I have extensive skills in healing, and it is my duty as your Watcher to repair you when possible. Now, don't move, and let me do my work!"

Releasing her chin, he reached for a glass jar from the table. The jar appeared to contain a grey, muddy substance. Opening it, he dipped his fingers into its contents and brought out a large dollop of the goop. Working gently, not pressing, he smeared the paste over the sizable bruise on her chest with his fingers. Due to its mint content, the salve tingled on her skin, and opened her nose with its fumes.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-18 09:58 am UTC (link)

She tried very, very hard not to notice how good the salve felt going on. She never went to doctors, never needed to since she healed so fast. Of course, if she'd stayed in Sunnydale, she would have spent lots of time in the hospital after being stabbed by Buffy, but she had no way of knowing that. His fingers felt nice, though, and she found herself relaxing a little despite everything.

"Don't spazz, big S, chill. I got it."

Not that she really thought that everytime she was going to get into a fight, she would ask for permission. If something attacked, well, she wasn't going to sit back and wait to be told to attack. Not her style. Even in the case of Logan, well, she'd wanted to fight and wouldn't run back to ask her Watcher if it were okay.

"Hey, um... what's in that shit, anyway? Smells like toothpaste!"

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severelyseverus
2008-09-19 12:00 am UTC (link)

Snape's glare lessened. He did not completely understand the words Faith chose to express herself, but her tone of voice was more than clear. She relented, but was still defiant. He was satisfied for now. As he rubbed the salve gently over the young woman's bruised skin, he took the opportunity of mindfulness to gaze upon the chest over which his fingers played. Moreover, he was not too careful about restricting his touch merely to the bruised area, taking liberty to spread the salve almost an inch further in each direction than was strictly necessary.

"See that you do get it. What's in this? A variety of herbs: vervain, lambswort, peppermint, chamomile. Also, talc and cooked pumpkin for an application medium. Is that what you brush your teeth with where you come from?"

Part of Snape's mind attempted to assess whether the Slayer had learned the lesson he was attempting to teach her. Should he have used a more painful medicine? Surely it was clear to her now that he would not be amused if she broke his rules. He suspected it was not so certain that she would hold herself to them. Meanwhile the other part of his mind wondered if there was a way he could extend this opportunity to touch the naked body of his Slayer, a body which he was quite beginning to find most beautiful.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-19 12:13 am UTC (link)

It felt nice, the cooling salve on her wounded skin. Already, she could feel the bruises fading, and the pain was dulling as well. Her healing was quite quick as it was, but it was speeding up considerably with his healing. She felt her eyelids grow heavy, despite the fact that it wasn't yet noon, and she stifled a yawn.

"Pretty wicked meds you got there, Doc man. I know places that would pay a shitload for stuff like this, you know? Could make tons. Sell it on the streets of New York..."

As he finished spreading the salve, she found herself leaning against him. Whatever was in it, it had had the effect of coming very close to knocking her out. Dimly, she was annoyed by the fact that she seemed to spend more time unconscious than awake at this point, but mostly she was just sleepy.

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severelyseverus
2008-09-19 01:26 am UTC (link)

Snape could see Faith's bruise fading before his eyes as he worked the salve gently into her skin. It was faster than he expected, though with her resilience he supposed he ought to be impressed that she bruised at all. It was clear, however, that the necessity of his application of medication was fading along with her contusion.

"Though, once again I believe I may be following your words, I must disagree with your proposals. I have no interest in peddling my valuable concoctions to ignorant American muggles, and less interest in muggle moneys."

As the ointment worked its effect, his Slayer appeared to become drowsy and began to lean against him. Rubbing her chest became awkward and he decided to stop. Clearly, the session was coming to an end. He supposed it was time for her to leave, but he had begun to doubt her ability to stand, much less walk to her rooms.

It came to him that the simplest solution would be to lay her in his bed. It was wide enough to accomodate both of them, if it should happen that she be not awake when it came time for him to retire. Most importantly, it was only three yards away from where they stood. Allowing her to rest her weight on him, Snape dragged the young woman towards his bed.

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