Dawn Of Time
Part One: Faith, Dawn and dinner
Author: Megan
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Nothing 'BtVS' related is mine. They belong to other people, Joss and whomever.
Feedback: Yes, please: shy_grrl@hotmail.com
Summary: Buffy brings a new slayer home for dinner.
Spoilers: Pretty much anything. Lots from 'Faith, Hope and Trick' from season 3.
Author's Notes: This story kinda works on the idea that Dawn is a real character, and not just some lame ass plot twist. It could also maybe work as a series of falsified memories planted by the monks. In short, it is season three with Dawn as the bonus element, and focus on the Buffy/Faith relationship. Also, lots of Buffy and Dawn sister stuff. Hope you don't mind about the latter, I just love writing it so much.
***
"So Faith", mom fusses all over the new girl, loading fries on her plate, "You're a slayer too? Do you like it?"
"I love it", the brunette replies.
Well, duh. Who wouldn't? Who wouldn't love the attention it brings you? Sure Buffy acts like it's this huge burden. She runs away, and mopes, and whines. Cause life is SO HARD when you're the slayer! But it's all an act. Deep down I know she loves it. Just like this new girl.
"Mom...", Buffy is feeling all neglected. She wants mom to give HER food too!
"Just a second honey", mom brushes her aside.
I bow my head in an attempt to hide my smirk. What a pointless move. Like anyone even knows I exist with the two slayers in the room.
"You know Buffy never talks that way", mom goes on.
Of course she doesn't. Cause Buffy likes to be a martyr. Buffy likes it when people go all, 'Uuh! Aren't you the most selfless girl in the universe, sacrificing your own happiness for others! Can we please bow down in front of you?'
"Tell me, why do you love it?", there's no end to mom's excitement. I can't see why she's so obsessed with this Faith. Usually it's plenty enough when her firstborn princess is home.
Buffy reaches out and starts scooping up fries. Oh my God! She's actually getting her own food. It must be like the first time ever.
"Well, when I'm fighting, it's like the whole world goes away", Faith says. And I roll my eyes, "And I only know one thing. That I'm gona win and they're gona lose", oh, please! What. Ever, "I like that feeling", she finishes.
God! What a show off. Why is it that all the slayers are such freaks! Why can't they give the powers to normal girls, like me? I bet I'd be way better at it anyways.
"Sure", Buffy talks. And now that she's got everyone's attention she actually agrees to finish the sentence, "Beats that dead feeling you get, when they win and you lose."
I grin again. Okay, so Buffy can be kinda funny when she wants to. Mom and Faith don't see the humor.
"I don't like that kind of negative thinking", the brunette says.
Of course you don't. Slut. It was just a freaking joke. The least you could do is smile. Or keep your mouth shut. I think I like my sister better than this new chick. And that says a lot about her. Cause I really don't like my sister all that much. Well, yeah, of course I love her, cause, like, well, she's my sister. And she's pretty cool sometimes. But sometimes I hate her. Like when she runs away, and leaves me all alone here.
"Right, right", mom enthuses, "That could get you hurt. Buffy can be awfully negative sometimes", I swallow down a groan growing in my throat, "See Buffy? You got to fight that."
It was just a joke! I want to scream. The setting is weird. Buffy against the two. Usually I like seeing people gang up on Buffy, but this time I'm actually on her side. Well, no, not really. I'm just an observer.
"I'm working on it", Buffy nods her head and gives mom a meek smile.
Faith, the new girl is stuffing down food. Gross. Her mouth is full and she's still putting more fries in it. What a pig. I lose my appetite on the spot.
"Faith, can I get you another soft drink?", mom asks her, suddenly realizing the girl's glass is empty. And we can't have our new slayer going thirsty!
"You bet", Faith answers and hands her glass to mom, "Thanks."
Mom leaves and I look after her, while playing with my fries. Then I turn back and find the two slayers ogling at each other, "She's pretty cool, ha?", the brunette says quietly
Buffy smirks, "Best mom ever", she picks up her glass and stands up, "Excuse me", she says and follows mom into the kitchen.
Yes, please do leave me alone with the weird girl. It's not like I was the one who invited her here. Why should I have to suffer her company?
Faith leans over the table and stakes a few of Buffy's fries with her fork. She then glances at me and grins, "Mums the words", she mumbles. I give her a fake-ish smile back, "So, what? You like mute or something?"
"No, I'm not mute", I throw back with a bored voice. I talk plenty. I just look who I waste my breath on.
She looks at me for a few seconds and then shrugs and returns to devouring whatever she gets her hands on. What. A. Pig.
"So... what?", I finally say. If I get her talking, maybe she'll stop grossing me out with her eating, "You like hungry or something?"
Faith turns to look at me again. There's like a half smile on her face, "Yeah. Slaying always makes me hungry and...", she stops in mid sentence and frowns, "How old are you by the way?"
"Twelve", I answer, glaring at her. Please don't bring up some stupid age stuff! I'm way more mature than you! Way more.
"Are you sure?", she looks at me crookedly and grins, "Cause you look more like ten."
Fine! Whatever. I don't give a shit what you think. God, what a bitch, "Are you sure you're a slayer?", I bite back. I can be bitchy too. When I want to, "Cause you look more like a hooker."
The brunette just laughs a little, surprising me. I thought she'd get angry. Like Buffy, when I insult her, "You think?", Faith says with a gleam in her eyes, "Thanks. That's kinda what I was going for, you know?"
Oh. Okay. Sure. Take it as a compliment. See if I care. Cause I don't. I. Do. Not. Care.
"It attracts vamps much better", she goes on when I don't say anything, "Especially male vamps. Cause they may be dead, but they're still men. You know what I mean?", she says winking an eye at me.
Sure I know. I know plenty. I'm like, twelve, and way educated, "No. I don't have a clue", I answer with a mocking tone, "Cause, you know... I'm EIGHT. And I don't know anything about... like...", I start shaking my head, "Sex... or anything like that."
"Right", she says stuffing even more food into her mouth. How much can one girl eat anyway?, "Look, I only meant it as a joke. The age thing", she says after swallowing everything down. I can picture this huge lump slowly sliding down her throat. And it makes me sick. So sick, I can't answer her apology. Not that she expects me to. Only eats more. Maybe I should offer her my plate too. Cause there's no way I'm eating anything tonight.
"So what's it like anyway, being the slayer's little sister?", Faith asks after another snake imitation, "And why are you looking at me like that?"
"What? I.. I'm not looking at you", my eyes start to wander around the room. Quick, change the subject, "So uhm...", oh yeah, the question, "It's okay. Being Buffy's sister. She's always saving my life", I blurt out. Why did I say that? It's not okay. That's not how I feel. I hate being her sister. She's always ignoring me, "Of course, it's her fault I even ever get into trouble."
"What do you mean?", she asks and frowns, when I turn to look at her again.
Thank God she isn't eating anything at the moment, "Well cause, you know. The Hellmouth. All kinds of nasty demons and they are all so stupid. It's like the only plan they can form is, 'Uuh! Let's kidnap the slayer's sister and then lure her into a trap!' Like when's that ever worked anywhere?"
"That is sad", she nods once, and then turns her attention back to the food. I'm quick to look away, "What?!", her voice is a little mumbly as she talks with food still in her mouth.
I shut my eyes tightly trying to push the image out of my head, "Nothing", I whisper.
Faith doesn't say anything more. There's a short silence, and I open my eyes when it's broken by footsteps. My sister walks in carrying two glasses. She places one on the table and hands out the other one to the brunette.
"Thanks", the girl says, "You know, your sister's a bit strange, B."
Yeah, I'M the one who's strange. And what's up with the B?, "I know", Buffy answers and glances at me. There's a smile on her face, "She been keeping you company?"
Faith nods and takes a sip from her glass, "I think I scared her a little with my eating habits", she says and grins evilly at me.
"Really?", Buffy frowns. And now they're both looking at me. The only time I ever get any attention is, when people are making fun of me, "Well, you should see her engulfing ice-cream. Now THAT'S a scary sight", her frown changes into a grin. I shake my head and glower at her. But I refuse to give them the satisfaction of getting into an argument. I'm way too mature for that kind of stuff, "Lots of slurping sounds, and pretty soon it's all gone. In fact, I think you WILL see for yourself later, cause mom's planning on having it for dessert", Faith's laughing again.
I refuse to open my mouth. I won't lower myself to their level. Stupid slayers. Why can't they go ruin someone else's life?
Mom walks back in, "Can I go upstairs, mom?", I ask her immediately.
She looks confused, "What? You haven't eaten anything Dawn", she answers and takes her seat.
"I'm not hungry", I say with a little too whiny voice. I hate it when my voice betrays me. I'm NOT a whiny little kid.
"Well okay", mom nods. And I stand up, ready to leave, "But come back down soon. We're having ice-cream for dessert", and the two girls start snickering.
Great. First they can't stand each other, and then they bond over making fun of me. What a happy future I have ahead of me. What a lucky girl I am, to have such a nice sister.
"God. Is it like a rule or something, that all slayers must have smaller IQs than... than...", just great! Now I can't even come up with a good comparison, "Than me?", I blurt out lamely and exit.
The laughter gets a little louder, and I hear mom's confused voice repeating the word, "What?"
tbc
Part One: Faith, Dawn and dinner
Author: Megan
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Nothing 'BtVS' related is mine. They belong to other people, Joss and whomever.
Feedback: Yes, please: shy_grrl@hotmail.com
Summary: Buffy brings a new slayer home for dinner.
Spoilers: Pretty much anything. Lots from 'Faith, Hope and Trick' from season 3.
Author's Notes: This story kinda works on the idea that Dawn is a real character, and not just some lame ass plot twist. It could also maybe work as a series of falsified memories planted by the monks. In short, it is season three with Dawn as the bonus element, and focus on the Buffy/Faith relationship. Also, lots of Buffy and Dawn sister stuff. Hope you don't mind about the latter, I just love writing it so much.
***
"So Faith", mom fusses all over the new girl, loading fries on her plate, "You're a slayer too? Do you like it?"
"I love it", the brunette replies.
Well, duh. Who wouldn't? Who wouldn't love the attention it brings you? Sure Buffy acts like it's this huge burden. She runs away, and mopes, and whines. Cause life is SO HARD when you're the slayer! But it's all an act. Deep down I know she loves it. Just like this new girl.
"Mom...", Buffy is feeling all neglected. She wants mom to give HER food too!
"Just a second honey", mom brushes her aside.
I bow my head in an attempt to hide my smirk. What a pointless move. Like anyone even knows I exist with the two slayers in the room.
"You know Buffy never talks that way", mom goes on.
Of course she doesn't. Cause Buffy likes to be a martyr. Buffy likes it when people go all, 'Uuh! Aren't you the most selfless girl in the universe, sacrificing your own happiness for others! Can we please bow down in front of you?'
"Tell me, why do you love it?", there's no end to mom's excitement. I can't see why she's so obsessed with this Faith. Usually it's plenty enough when her firstborn princess is home.
Buffy reaches out and starts scooping up fries. Oh my God! She's actually getting her own food. It must be like the first time ever.
"Well, when I'm fighting, it's like the whole world goes away", Faith says. And I roll my eyes, "And I only know one thing. That I'm gona win and they're gona lose", oh, please! What. Ever, "I like that feeling", she finishes.
God! What a show off. Why is it that all the slayers are such freaks! Why can't they give the powers to normal girls, like me? I bet I'd be way better at it anyways.
"Sure", Buffy talks. And now that she's got everyone's attention she actually agrees to finish the sentence, "Beats that dead feeling you get, when they win and you lose."
I grin again. Okay, so Buffy can be kinda funny when she wants to. Mom and Faith don't see the humor.
"I don't like that kind of negative thinking", the brunette says.
Of course you don't. Slut. It was just a freaking joke. The least you could do is smile. Or keep your mouth shut. I think I like my sister better than this new chick. And that says a lot about her. Cause I really don't like my sister all that much. Well, yeah, of course I love her, cause, like, well, she's my sister. And she's pretty cool sometimes. But sometimes I hate her. Like when she runs away, and leaves me all alone here.
"Right, right", mom enthuses, "That could get you hurt. Buffy can be awfully negative sometimes", I swallow down a groan growing in my throat, "See Buffy? You got to fight that."
It was just a joke! I want to scream. The setting is weird. Buffy against the two. Usually I like seeing people gang up on Buffy, but this time I'm actually on her side. Well, no, not really. I'm just an observer.
"I'm working on it", Buffy nods her head and gives mom a meek smile.
Faith, the new girl is stuffing down food. Gross. Her mouth is full and she's still putting more fries in it. What a pig. I lose my appetite on the spot.
"Faith, can I get you another soft drink?", mom asks her, suddenly realizing the girl's glass is empty. And we can't have our new slayer going thirsty!
"You bet", Faith answers and hands her glass to mom, "Thanks."
Mom leaves and I look after her, while playing with my fries. Then I turn back and find the two slayers ogling at each other, "She's pretty cool, ha?", the brunette says quietly
Buffy smirks, "Best mom ever", she picks up her glass and stands up, "Excuse me", she says and follows mom into the kitchen.
Yes, please do leave me alone with the weird girl. It's not like I was the one who invited her here. Why should I have to suffer her company?
Faith leans over the table and stakes a few of Buffy's fries with her fork. She then glances at me and grins, "Mums the words", she mumbles. I give her a fake-ish smile back, "So, what? You like mute or something?"
"No, I'm not mute", I throw back with a bored voice. I talk plenty. I just look who I waste my breath on.
She looks at me for a few seconds and then shrugs and returns to devouring whatever she gets her hands on. What. A. Pig.
"So... what?", I finally say. If I get her talking, maybe she'll stop grossing me out with her eating, "You like hungry or something?"
Faith turns to look at me again. There's like a half smile on her face, "Yeah. Slaying always makes me hungry and...", she stops in mid sentence and frowns, "How old are you by the way?"
"Twelve", I answer, glaring at her. Please don't bring up some stupid age stuff! I'm way more mature than you! Way more.
"Are you sure?", she looks at me crookedly and grins, "Cause you look more like ten."
Fine! Whatever. I don't give a shit what you think. God, what a bitch, "Are you sure you're a slayer?", I bite back. I can be bitchy too. When I want to, "Cause you look more like a hooker."
The brunette just laughs a little, surprising me. I thought she'd get angry. Like Buffy, when I insult her, "You think?", Faith says with a gleam in her eyes, "Thanks. That's kinda what I was going for, you know?"
Oh. Okay. Sure. Take it as a compliment. See if I care. Cause I don't. I. Do. Not. Care.
"It attracts vamps much better", she goes on when I don't say anything, "Especially male vamps. Cause they may be dead, but they're still men. You know what I mean?", she says winking an eye at me.
Sure I know. I know plenty. I'm like, twelve, and way educated, "No. I don't have a clue", I answer with a mocking tone, "Cause, you know... I'm EIGHT. And I don't know anything about... like...", I start shaking my head, "Sex... or anything like that."
"Right", she says stuffing even more food into her mouth. How much can one girl eat anyway?, "Look, I only meant it as a joke. The age thing", she says after swallowing everything down. I can picture this huge lump slowly sliding down her throat. And it makes me sick. So sick, I can't answer her apology. Not that she expects me to. Only eats more. Maybe I should offer her my plate too. Cause there's no way I'm eating anything tonight.
"So what's it like anyway, being the slayer's little sister?", Faith asks after another snake imitation, "And why are you looking at me like that?"
"What? I.. I'm not looking at you", my eyes start to wander around the room. Quick, change the subject, "So uhm...", oh yeah, the question, "It's okay. Being Buffy's sister. She's always saving my life", I blurt out. Why did I say that? It's not okay. That's not how I feel. I hate being her sister. She's always ignoring me, "Of course, it's her fault I even ever get into trouble."
"What do you mean?", she asks and frowns, when I turn to look at her again.
Thank God she isn't eating anything at the moment, "Well cause, you know. The Hellmouth. All kinds of nasty demons and they are all so stupid. It's like the only plan they can form is, 'Uuh! Let's kidnap the slayer's sister and then lure her into a trap!' Like when's that ever worked anywhere?"
"That is sad", she nods once, and then turns her attention back to the food. I'm quick to look away, "What?!", her voice is a little mumbly as she talks with food still in her mouth.
I shut my eyes tightly trying to push the image out of my head, "Nothing", I whisper.
Faith doesn't say anything more. There's a short silence, and I open my eyes when it's broken by footsteps. My sister walks in carrying two glasses. She places one on the table and hands out the other one to the brunette.
"Thanks", the girl says, "You know, your sister's a bit strange, B."
Yeah, I'M the one who's strange. And what's up with the B?, "I know", Buffy answers and glances at me. There's a smile on her face, "She been keeping you company?"
Faith nods and takes a sip from her glass, "I think I scared her a little with my eating habits", she says and grins evilly at me.
"Really?", Buffy frowns. And now they're both looking at me. The only time I ever get any attention is, when people are making fun of me, "Well, you should see her engulfing ice-cream. Now THAT'S a scary sight", her frown changes into a grin. I shake my head and glower at her. But I refuse to give them the satisfaction of getting into an argument. I'm way too mature for that kind of stuff, "Lots of slurping sounds, and pretty soon it's all gone. In fact, I think you WILL see for yourself later, cause mom's planning on having it for dessert", Faith's laughing again.
I refuse to open my mouth. I won't lower myself to their level. Stupid slayers. Why can't they go ruin someone else's life?
Mom walks back in, "Can I go upstairs, mom?", I ask her immediately.
She looks confused, "What? You haven't eaten anything Dawn", she answers and takes her seat.
"I'm not hungry", I say with a little too whiny voice. I hate it when my voice betrays me. I'm NOT a whiny little kid.
"Well okay", mom nods. And I stand up, ready to leave, "But come back down soon. We're having ice-cream for dessert", and the two girls start snickering.
Great. First they can't stand each other, and then they bond over making fun of me. What a happy future I have ahead of me. What a lucky girl I am, to have such a nice sister.
"God. Is it like a rule or something, that all slayers must have smaller IQs than... than...", just great! Now I can't even come up with a good comparison, "Than me?", I blurt out lamely and exit.
The laughter gets a little louder, and I hear mom's confused voice repeating the word, "What?"
tbc