TITLE: Promises
AUTHOR: Amberina
E-MAIL: amberina426@aol.com
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Wes/Dawn
SPOILERS: none
SUMMARY: Wesley isn't one to go back on his promises.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never was, never will be (probably.)
FEEDBACK: I cannot stress enough how much I want feedback! Yes and please just doesn't seem to cut it. I guess it just doesn't get the begging tone across when it's written. Anyway, you get the point.
ARCHIVING: SU, UCSL, Aurora, Summers Sun, Wesleyan Aria . . . all you guys can have anything I write. Anyone else, ask, just y'know, so I can take pride in my work being flaunted on your fabulous site.
PROMISES
By Amberina
Dawn and Wesley sat in her living room, pouring over books. It had been two years since the death of Faith, and Dawn had been called as Slayer. She had been older at her calling than any Slayer before her - seventeen. Most Slayers were called when they were sixteen, and sometimes as young as fifteen, as Faith's case had been. Wesley was her Watcher. He hadn't particularly wanted to become a Watcher again, but he had promised her.
****
Six years ago . . .
Wesley paced in the Sunnydale High School library, awaiting the return of his Slayers. Giles was in the back, reading, and had made it clear that he didn't want disturbed. So it was just Wesley. Waiting. Alone.
Suddenly, a young bundle of energy bounded into the library. Wesley recognized her as Buffy's younger sister.
"Hey," the preteen greeted Buffy's Watcher. "Buffy here?"
"No, but I expect she and Faith will return soon. Would you like to wait?" Wesley asked, being as polite as he could.
Dawn nodded and tossed her book-filled backpack on the table, with a loud thump, before plopping down on a seat. "Y'know, I don't know why Buffy doesn't like you. You seem nice."
Wesley wasn't sure what to say, so he didn't say anything at all.
Dawn pulled a paperback book with a colorful cover out of her bag and set it on the table in front of her, before turning back to Wesley. "Buffy's always talking about how you ruin things and stuff, but I think she's just being partial to Giles, y'know, 'cause he was here before you and everything. I bet you're a real great Watcher."
Wesley looked down. "Yes, well, I - " but luckily, he was cut off by the ever-enthusiastic girl.
"Hey, y'know what would be totally awesome? If I ever become a Slayer like Buffy, if you were my Watcher. I'd be really nice to you."
Wesley smiled softly. "Well, if you ever become a Slayer, I will be your Watcher."
"Promise?" the preteen asked, her eyes lighting up.
"Of course," Wesley assured her.
****
So that was that, and Wesley wasn't one to go back on his promises. What he hadn't anticipated was falling in love.
Dawn looked over at him, a small grin playing on her lips. "Wes, you know, these books - they're - "
"Boring," he inserted for her.
She nodded.
"But there's research to do. That demon - "
"Demon, shemon. I want kissage."
"Dawn - the research - "
She looked at him in that way that he could never resist. 'Can go to hell,' he finished mentally, before pulling her body closer to his, and embracing her in a warm, soft kiss.
The End
AUTHOR: Amberina
E-MAIL: amberina426@aol.com
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Wes/Dawn
SPOILERS: none
SUMMARY: Wesley isn't one to go back on his promises.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never was, never will be (probably.)
FEEDBACK: I cannot stress enough how much I want feedback! Yes and please just doesn't seem to cut it. I guess it just doesn't get the begging tone across when it's written. Anyway, you get the point.
ARCHIVING: SU, UCSL, Aurora, Summers Sun, Wesleyan Aria . . . all you guys can have anything I write. Anyone else, ask, just y'know, so I can take pride in my work being flaunted on your fabulous site.
PROMISES
By Amberina
Dawn and Wesley sat in her living room, pouring over books. It had been two years since the death of Faith, and Dawn had been called as Slayer. She had been older at her calling than any Slayer before her - seventeen. Most Slayers were called when they were sixteen, and sometimes as young as fifteen, as Faith's case had been. Wesley was her Watcher. He hadn't particularly wanted to become a Watcher again, but he had promised her.
****
Six years ago . . .
Wesley paced in the Sunnydale High School library, awaiting the return of his Slayers. Giles was in the back, reading, and had made it clear that he didn't want disturbed. So it was just Wesley. Waiting. Alone.
Suddenly, a young bundle of energy bounded into the library. Wesley recognized her as Buffy's younger sister.
"Hey," the preteen greeted Buffy's Watcher. "Buffy here?"
"No, but I expect she and Faith will return soon. Would you like to wait?" Wesley asked, being as polite as he could.
Dawn nodded and tossed her book-filled backpack on the table, with a loud thump, before plopping down on a seat. "Y'know, I don't know why Buffy doesn't like you. You seem nice."
Wesley wasn't sure what to say, so he didn't say anything at all.
Dawn pulled a paperback book with a colorful cover out of her bag and set it on the table in front of her, before turning back to Wesley. "Buffy's always talking about how you ruin things and stuff, but I think she's just being partial to Giles, y'know, 'cause he was here before you and everything. I bet you're a real great Watcher."
Wesley looked down. "Yes, well, I - " but luckily, he was cut off by the ever-enthusiastic girl.
"Hey, y'know what would be totally awesome? If I ever become a Slayer like Buffy, if you were my Watcher. I'd be really nice to you."
Wesley smiled softly. "Well, if you ever become a Slayer, I will be your Watcher."
"Promise?" the preteen asked, her eyes lighting up.
"Of course," Wesley assured her.
****
So that was that, and Wesley wasn't one to go back on his promises. What he hadn't anticipated was falling in love.
Dawn looked over at him, a small grin playing on her lips. "Wes, you know, these books - they're - "
"Boring," he inserted for her.
She nodded.
"But there's research to do. That demon - "
"Demon, shemon. I want kissage."
"Dawn - the research - "
She looked at him in that way that he could never resist. 'Can go to hell,' he finished mentally, before pulling her body closer to his, and embracing her in a warm, soft kiss.
The End