When in Rome
Here's a story about Buffy's new life and what she did after Chosen. This story starts during the Angel episode Damage.
1 Do Like the Roman
Let's set up a feeling, an ambiance if you will. It's warm, it's sunny, or it was a few minutes ago. Now the sun is setting, casting golden light and long shadows all over. Spike had once told her that vampires can feel it when the sun is about to rise, like a warning, telling them to head to safety. She got a feeling as the sun was setting, except hers told her to go out into the night.
Rome wasn't as big on demonic activity as Sunnydale was. Then again, nowhere in the world, not even Cleveland, was as big with the big scaries... not even Sunnydale any more.
"Hey Buff." Dawn said, coming over to her sister who was standing on their balcony, watching the sun set.
"Hey... I thought you were going to practice speaking Italian." Buffy reprimanded, giving Dawn a sisterly bordering on motherly side glance.
Dawn smirked "Parlo l'italiano tutto il giorno! And anyways, you don't know what I'm saying." Dawn said glibly. Then Dawn switched into mother mode "YOU don't practice."
"Do too! It's hard. It's a whole 'nother language!" Buffy whined. "You big language freak! How many do you know now, anyway?"
Dawn contemplated for a little bit "Well, not including the dead ones, about five."
Buffy rolled her eyes, heading back into their apartment and mumbling "freak" under her breath as she passed Dawn.
"Aw, is someone a wittle jealous?" Dawn baby-talked teasingly.
"Of you? I don't think so. I tan much better." Buffy said walking into the kitchen nook of their little apartment.
"My hair is shinier." Dawn countered.
"Yeah? Well, my bone structure's better."
"I'm taller."
"I'm stronger."
"I'm smarter."
"I'm better."
It was becoming an all out cat fight, fists would have flown, in a sisterly way, of course, if not for the phone that began to ring.
"I'm faster!" cried Dawn, running to the wall phone next to the fridge and answering it, before Buffy had a chance. However, after a moment her face dropped into bummed out mode, and she informed her sister it was for her.
Buffy gave her sister a teasingly snide smile that seemed to suggest she had won. But then her face dropped too, just a business call.
"Hello, Andrew." Dawn listened to her sister's side of the conversation, and wondered what the call was about. "Okay, you have the tickets? Right, bring her here first. We'll see what we can do. No worries, I've dealt with crazy before. Just get everyone back in one piece." and she hung up the phone.
Buffy turned to her sister, anticipating her questions "Tortured potential turned into to psychotic slayer."
"There's hope though, right? I mean, look at Faith. She and Principle Wood are off living the dream now... If you're dream involved monsters and killing stuff." Dawn commented.
ÒYeah. Well, I hope thereÕs hope. Every case is, ya know, itÕs own case. WeÕll have to see.Ó Buffy realistically asserted.
ÒWhere is Andrew? If he doesnÕt get me a souvenir this time! Andrew went to Disneyland and all I got was this dumb nothing!Ó Dawn pouted.
Buffy got a little tenser, her ex was still a sore-spot for her. ÒL.A.Ó she said, finally.
Dawn, who had been bending down looking for something in the cabinets bounced up to look at Buffy. ÒOh. Well then why canÕt Angel deal with it. It seems like a lot of trouble to get Miss Crazy all the way over here when it can be dealt with on her home turf.Ó
ÒHeÕs at Evil Incorporated now. We canÕt trust him. IÕm sure selling your soul is just as bad as losing it.Ó Buffy said, averting her eyes.
ÒYour such a drama queen!Ó Dawn sighed ÒWhy would Angel give you that amulet thing-y to save the world, just to go and try to ruin it.Ó
ÒMaybe he just wantedÐÓ Buffy stopped ÒMaybe it was more fun, or... I donÕtÐ IÕm just trying to be safe Dawnie.Ó
Dawn walked over to her sister and put a hand on her sisters longer honey-colored hair ÒSorry, I didnÕt mean to bring up a sore subject.Ó She said, lightly stroking it, before suddenly using it to pull her sister to the couch in front of the TV.
ÒOw ow ow!Ó Buffy whined, calling Dawn a ÒBig freak!Ó when she finally let go.
ÒNow, sit! ItÕsÐ yay!Ð Muzzie time! We will learn-o italiano!Ó Dawn said scarily enthusiastic.
Here's a story about Buffy's new life and what she did after Chosen. This story starts during the Angel episode Damage.
1 Do Like the Roman
Let's set up a feeling, an ambiance if you will. It's warm, it's sunny, or it was a few minutes ago. Now the sun is setting, casting golden light and long shadows all over. Spike had once told her that vampires can feel it when the sun is about to rise, like a warning, telling them to head to safety. She got a feeling as the sun was setting, except hers told her to go out into the night.
Rome wasn't as big on demonic activity as Sunnydale was. Then again, nowhere in the world, not even Cleveland, was as big with the big scaries... not even Sunnydale any more.
"Hey Buff." Dawn said, coming over to her sister who was standing on their balcony, watching the sun set.
"Hey... I thought you were going to practice speaking Italian." Buffy reprimanded, giving Dawn a sisterly bordering on motherly side glance.
Dawn smirked "Parlo l'italiano tutto il giorno! And anyways, you don't know what I'm saying." Dawn said glibly. Then Dawn switched into mother mode "YOU don't practice."
"Do too! It's hard. It's a whole 'nother language!" Buffy whined. "You big language freak! How many do you know now, anyway?"
Dawn contemplated for a little bit "Well, not including the dead ones, about five."
Buffy rolled her eyes, heading back into their apartment and mumbling "freak" under her breath as she passed Dawn.
"Aw, is someone a wittle jealous?" Dawn baby-talked teasingly.
"Of you? I don't think so. I tan much better." Buffy said walking into the kitchen nook of their little apartment.
"My hair is shinier." Dawn countered.
"Yeah? Well, my bone structure's better."
"I'm taller."
"I'm stronger."
"I'm smarter."
"I'm better."
It was becoming an all out cat fight, fists would have flown, in a sisterly way, of course, if not for the phone that began to ring.
"I'm faster!" cried Dawn, running to the wall phone next to the fridge and answering it, before Buffy had a chance. However, after a moment her face dropped into bummed out mode, and she informed her sister it was for her.
Buffy gave her sister a teasingly snide smile that seemed to suggest she had won. But then her face dropped too, just a business call.
"Hello, Andrew." Dawn listened to her sister's side of the conversation, and wondered what the call was about. "Okay, you have the tickets? Right, bring her here first. We'll see what we can do. No worries, I've dealt with crazy before. Just get everyone back in one piece." and she hung up the phone.
Buffy turned to her sister, anticipating her questions "Tortured potential turned into to psychotic slayer."
"There's hope though, right? I mean, look at Faith. She and Principle Wood are off living the dream now... If you're dream involved monsters and killing stuff." Dawn commented.
ÒYeah. Well, I hope thereÕs hope. Every case is, ya know, itÕs own case. WeÕll have to see.Ó Buffy realistically asserted.
ÒWhere is Andrew? If he doesnÕt get me a souvenir this time! Andrew went to Disneyland and all I got was this dumb nothing!Ó Dawn pouted.
Buffy got a little tenser, her ex was still a sore-spot for her. ÒL.A.Ó she said, finally.
Dawn, who had been bending down looking for something in the cabinets bounced up to look at Buffy. ÒOh. Well then why canÕt Angel deal with it. It seems like a lot of trouble to get Miss Crazy all the way over here when it can be dealt with on her home turf.Ó
ÒHeÕs at Evil Incorporated now. We canÕt trust him. IÕm sure selling your soul is just as bad as losing it.Ó Buffy said, averting her eyes.
ÒYour such a drama queen!Ó Dawn sighed ÒWhy would Angel give you that amulet thing-y to save the world, just to go and try to ruin it.Ó
ÒMaybe he just wantedÐÓ Buffy stopped ÒMaybe it was more fun, or... I donÕtÐ IÕm just trying to be safe Dawnie.Ó
Dawn walked over to her sister and put a hand on her sisters longer honey-colored hair ÒSorry, I didnÕt mean to bring up a sore subject.Ó She said, lightly stroking it, before suddenly using it to pull her sister to the couch in front of the TV.
ÒOw ow ow!Ó Buffy whined, calling Dawn a ÒBig freak!Ó when she finally let go.
ÒNow, sit! ItÕsÐ yay!Ð Muzzie time! We will learn-o italiano!Ó Dawn said scarily enthusiastic.