Title:  Dawn's Intervention

Author:  Cloud9

Summary:  A little bit o' good old fashioned Dawn-bashing, in which she gets a little visit from her conscience.

Time Frame:  Mid Season Six.  So sue me, we haven't gotten to Season Seven yet here in South Africa.  Deal.

Rating:  PG for some profanity, but really, it's hardly a Tarantino movie.

Disclaimer:  The only thing I own is my dignity.  And that'll probably be gone by the end of the story as well.

Author's Note:  I wrote this in the looooong period my modem was bust and I was internetless. (The horror, the horror!)  But now that I am back online, my reign of terror begins anew, with some Dawn-dissing.  Yep, Dawn mockery, fun for the whole family…

Feedback:  Yes!  What writer doesn't appreciate fair, constructive criticism?  Me, so write good things and gushing compliments.  Flattery will get you everywhere.

Dawn's Intervention

It was a typical evening when Dawn came home, clad in a warm and cosy coat and beret.  She flounced upstairs, calling to see if anyone was home.  Willow popped out of her room, bottle of mineral water in hand.

  "Hey Dawnie, you're home kind of late.  Where you been?"

  "Uh, me and Janice were watching videos," she fibbed.  Willow nodded and took a sip from her water bottle, not really listening.

  "Uh huh, that's nice," she said, more concerned with fighting the withdrawal symptoms, and figuring out ways of getting Tara back for some gay loving.  Dawn noted her inattention and fumed.

  "Buffy not back yet?"  she asked, her voice turning slightly cool, "I thought today she ended her shift at Doublemeat early."

  "Must be patrolling. 

  "She spends hardly any time at home anymore," Dawn sulked, mentally adding and hardly any time with me.

  "She does seem to be spending a lot more time patrolling nowadays.  Wonder what she's doing that's so important.  Anyway, I've got to study."  Willow took a swig of her water and retreated into her room, leaving an annoyed Dawn.  She flounced into her own room, shutting the door behind her.  Moving to her bed, she glanced around guiltily, more out of habit than a fear that anybody might be watching.  She unbuttoned her coat, and about fifteen pounds of stolen jewellery fell to the ground. Underneath she wore a maroon leather jacket which was beautiful, hideously expensive, and still had the security tag attached. 

  Then she unzipped the leather jacket and shook it, causing a further twenty pounds to tumble out.  She removed another three layers of stolen clothes, until she was down to her bra.  From there she removed two more handfuls (or should that be cupfuls) of jewellery.  And she took off her bra to reveal another bra, a brand new wonderbra.  Hidden in her beret was another pile of shiny necklaces and earrings, and a goldfish.  It hadn't survived the trip, and Dawn looked at its still form sadly, as she shook a few charms and bracelets out of her shoes.

  It had been a productive day, she reflected as she munched on a doughnut she had snatched from an obese mallgoer.  She put the stolen goods in a box marked 'Private!!!!!' in glitter pen, the 'i' dotted with a little smiley face.  Putting on her pyjama, she settled down to sleep, her thoughts turned to which stores she would hit the next day.  She drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that she would never be caught.