Healing Time
Rating: PG-13 (For Spike's swearing. Bad Spike!)
Category: Spike/Dawn friendship. Willow/Oz
Summary: 2 years after Buffy dies, Spike tries to cheer up Dawn when she's depressed. An old friend returns.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or any of the characters, they belong to the brilliant Joss When, Fox TV, the Grrr Argh bloke etc.
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Dawn sat in silence on the sofa watching MTV. Well, I say watching but really the TV was on and Dawn was staring in the vague direction of it, but her mind was elsewhere. Suddenly she was startled from her daydream by a harsh British accent floating in from the kitchen. "Pet, how many times do I have to tell you that the Backstreet Boys are unbelievably lame. Turn that crap off right now."
Dawn smiled faintly and mentally shook herself out of her dream world. She was thinking of Buffy – again. It had been 2 years since she had died but recently she had been getting depressed more than usual. Spike poked his head round from the kitchen and narrowed his eyes at Dawn. "Nibblet, I told you to turn that off. If I have to hear one more minute of that bloody mindless music, so help me, my chip will NOT stop me shoving my fist through that screen." She smiled sheepishly at him, but switched off the TV none the less. Spike had kept his promise to Buffy, he had looked out for Dawn and she had been living with Giles for the past two years. He came to visit her a lot, as did the rest of the scoobies. Tonight he was babysitting while Giles worked at the magic shop.
He came into the living room carrying a large tub of Ben and Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a mug of blood. He handed the ice cream with a spoon to Dawn and settled down next to her on the couch. Dawn idly ate the ice cream as her mind began to wander again. Spike eyed her warily. She had been acting strange lately and he intended to get the bottom of it.
"You okay, Nibblet? Anythin' bothering you at school or summit?"
Dawn shook her head slowly and turned to look at Spike. "Did you know that next week it's exactly two years since Buffy died?"
Spike suddenly understood why she was so down. He nodded and looked at his mug. "Yeah, I remembered, Pet. I was trying to forget, to be honest with you." He remembered that she had gone through the same thing last year, only worse. He suddenly had an idea. He downed his blood and set his mug down on the table, making the table wobble slightly. He stood up and turned to face Dawn. "C'mon, Pet. Just for tonight we're gonna forget all of our worries and enjoy ourselves for once." She looked slightly taken aback. "And what exactly do you intend we do?" She asked sceptically. He grinned at her. "Well, Pet, I heard that there's a band at the Bronze tonight. Not one of my particular favourites but guaranteed to cheer you up." Dawn tilted her head slightly to one side as she considered the idea of getting out of the house for the evening. She finally nodded and grinned at Spike. "Ok. I'll just go get my coat."
Half an hour later Dawn returned. Spike looked up at her from his seat on the couch. "Nibblet, you said you were getting your coat. You've completely changed your clothes!" Dawn giggled. She had changed from her baggy clothes into a pair of heavily flared black cords and a deep purple halter neck top, completed by a pair of clumpy black buffaloes. She had grabbed her soft dark brown, suede coat on the way in to the living room. She put it on and stood waiting for Spike to get up. "You finally ready now, Pet?" She nodded and giggled again. He sighed and stood up, stopped to write a note Giles and they left.
Walking down the streets Dawn began to feel happy for the first time in a while. He fitted coat came to just above her knees and was blowing backwards, along with her slightly wavy hair, in the breeze. The sight of the vampire and the girl was making a few heads turn as they walked down the streets. Most of these heads quickly turned back and tried to get away without drawing too much attention to themselves. These were the smarter of the vampires, who knew it was best to avoid a run in with Spike as not many vamps had lived to tell the tale. One or two heads did stay turned though. "Dawn?" Dawn and Spike stopped in their tracks. Dawn turned slowly. She relaxed when she saw it was just a few kids from school. She smiled at them. "Hey guys." Then she saw her. Kirsty. She was making her way towards them from the other side of the street. "Hey everyone." She saw Dawn and smirked at her. "Hey Dawnie." She whined. "You feeling better? I noticed you were crying earlier." Dawn narrowed her eyes at her. "I wonder why that was, Kirsty." Kirsty flicked her hair over her shoulder. "Hmmm. I wonder…" Kirsty looked as if she had just noticed Spike for the first time. She tried her best to smile seductively at him. He noticed this and showed no sign of smiling back. She tried another tactic. "Who's your…friend, Dawn?" Dawn looked at Spike who was stood just behind her right shoulder. His eyes flashed yellow. He was not happy about Dawn stopping his was to the bar. She looked back at Kirsty. "Um…this is Spike." Kirsty's smile widened even more. "What an interesting name." Dawn felt Spike tense behind her and she could hear him growling softly. "Make 'em bugger off Pet or I'll be giving my chip a test run." He murmured. "Um…guys we're gonna have to go." Kirsty's face fell. Spike smiled to himself about this. "That's right. There are about fifty bottles of vodka at that bar with my name on them." One of the guys sniggered. "Hey, 'Spike' you drink that much you're gonna die." Spike grinned back and his eyes flashed yellow at them. "Been there. Done that. Now why don't you little fuckwits bugger off and let me get to that bar, eh?" With that he grabbed Dawn's arm and turned her in the direction they were heading in, leaving a slightly confused group of teenagers trying to work out why Dawn was with such a strange guy.
Spike had been right. There was a band playing tonight. Dawn couldn't quite see what they were called. Spike went to get himself a beer and got Dawn a coke. While she was sat the table waiting for Spike to return with the drinks, she heard the lead singer announcing the interval. She could have sworn she knew that voice from somewhere. She sat staring at the crowd, not paying any attention to anything in particular. Then she heard a voice next to her. "Hey Dawnie." She turned around. "Hey Willow. Where's Tara?" Willow smiled at her and sat next to Dawn. "Oh, she wasn't feeling too good, so she stayed at home tonight." Dawn nodded. Spike returned with the drinks and nodded at Willow. "Hey Red." She smiled back at him. Willow and Dawn continued to chat about various things when Dawn suddenly trailed off mid sentence. Willow looked puzzled. "What is it Dawn?" Then she heard a voice behind her. "Hey Willow." She turned around to see who it was. She paled slightly when she recognised him. "Oz!"
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
:D Trixta
Rating: PG-13 (For Spike's swearing. Bad Spike!)
Category: Spike/Dawn friendship. Willow/Oz
Summary: 2 years after Buffy dies, Spike tries to cheer up Dawn when she's depressed. An old friend returns.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or any of the characters, they belong to the brilliant Joss When, Fox TV, the Grrr Argh bloke etc.
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Dawn sat in silence on the sofa watching MTV. Well, I say watching but really the TV was on and Dawn was staring in the vague direction of it, but her mind was elsewhere. Suddenly she was startled from her daydream by a harsh British accent floating in from the kitchen. "Pet, how many times do I have to tell you that the Backstreet Boys are unbelievably lame. Turn that crap off right now."
Dawn smiled faintly and mentally shook herself out of her dream world. She was thinking of Buffy – again. It had been 2 years since she had died but recently she had been getting depressed more than usual. Spike poked his head round from the kitchen and narrowed his eyes at Dawn. "Nibblet, I told you to turn that off. If I have to hear one more minute of that bloody mindless music, so help me, my chip will NOT stop me shoving my fist through that screen." She smiled sheepishly at him, but switched off the TV none the less. Spike had kept his promise to Buffy, he had looked out for Dawn and she had been living with Giles for the past two years. He came to visit her a lot, as did the rest of the scoobies. Tonight he was babysitting while Giles worked at the magic shop.
He came into the living room carrying a large tub of Ben and Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a mug of blood. He handed the ice cream with a spoon to Dawn and settled down next to her on the couch. Dawn idly ate the ice cream as her mind began to wander again. Spike eyed her warily. She had been acting strange lately and he intended to get the bottom of it.
"You okay, Nibblet? Anythin' bothering you at school or summit?"
Dawn shook her head slowly and turned to look at Spike. "Did you know that next week it's exactly two years since Buffy died?"
Spike suddenly understood why she was so down. He nodded and looked at his mug. "Yeah, I remembered, Pet. I was trying to forget, to be honest with you." He remembered that she had gone through the same thing last year, only worse. He suddenly had an idea. He downed his blood and set his mug down on the table, making the table wobble slightly. He stood up and turned to face Dawn. "C'mon, Pet. Just for tonight we're gonna forget all of our worries and enjoy ourselves for once." She looked slightly taken aback. "And what exactly do you intend we do?" She asked sceptically. He grinned at her. "Well, Pet, I heard that there's a band at the Bronze tonight. Not one of my particular favourites but guaranteed to cheer you up." Dawn tilted her head slightly to one side as she considered the idea of getting out of the house for the evening. She finally nodded and grinned at Spike. "Ok. I'll just go get my coat."
Half an hour later Dawn returned. Spike looked up at her from his seat on the couch. "Nibblet, you said you were getting your coat. You've completely changed your clothes!" Dawn giggled. She had changed from her baggy clothes into a pair of heavily flared black cords and a deep purple halter neck top, completed by a pair of clumpy black buffaloes. She had grabbed her soft dark brown, suede coat on the way in to the living room. She put it on and stood waiting for Spike to get up. "You finally ready now, Pet?" She nodded and giggled again. He sighed and stood up, stopped to write a note Giles and they left.
Walking down the streets Dawn began to feel happy for the first time in a while. He fitted coat came to just above her knees and was blowing backwards, along with her slightly wavy hair, in the breeze. The sight of the vampire and the girl was making a few heads turn as they walked down the streets. Most of these heads quickly turned back and tried to get away without drawing too much attention to themselves. These were the smarter of the vampires, who knew it was best to avoid a run in with Spike as not many vamps had lived to tell the tale. One or two heads did stay turned though. "Dawn?" Dawn and Spike stopped in their tracks. Dawn turned slowly. She relaxed when she saw it was just a few kids from school. She smiled at them. "Hey guys." Then she saw her. Kirsty. She was making her way towards them from the other side of the street. "Hey everyone." She saw Dawn and smirked at her. "Hey Dawnie." She whined. "You feeling better? I noticed you were crying earlier." Dawn narrowed her eyes at her. "I wonder why that was, Kirsty." Kirsty flicked her hair over her shoulder. "Hmmm. I wonder…" Kirsty looked as if she had just noticed Spike for the first time. She tried her best to smile seductively at him. He noticed this and showed no sign of smiling back. She tried another tactic. "Who's your…friend, Dawn?" Dawn looked at Spike who was stood just behind her right shoulder. His eyes flashed yellow. He was not happy about Dawn stopping his was to the bar. She looked back at Kirsty. "Um…this is Spike." Kirsty's smile widened even more. "What an interesting name." Dawn felt Spike tense behind her and she could hear him growling softly. "Make 'em bugger off Pet or I'll be giving my chip a test run." He murmured. "Um…guys we're gonna have to go." Kirsty's face fell. Spike smiled to himself about this. "That's right. There are about fifty bottles of vodka at that bar with my name on them." One of the guys sniggered. "Hey, 'Spike' you drink that much you're gonna die." Spike grinned back and his eyes flashed yellow at them. "Been there. Done that. Now why don't you little fuckwits bugger off and let me get to that bar, eh?" With that he grabbed Dawn's arm and turned her in the direction they were heading in, leaving a slightly confused group of teenagers trying to work out why Dawn was with such a strange guy.
Spike had been right. There was a band playing tonight. Dawn couldn't quite see what they were called. Spike went to get himself a beer and got Dawn a coke. While she was sat the table waiting for Spike to return with the drinks, she heard the lead singer announcing the interval. She could have sworn she knew that voice from somewhere. She sat staring at the crowd, not paying any attention to anything in particular. Then she heard a voice next to her. "Hey Dawnie." She turned around. "Hey Willow. Where's Tara?" Willow smiled at her and sat next to Dawn. "Oh, she wasn't feeling too good, so she stayed at home tonight." Dawn nodded. Spike returned with the drinks and nodded at Willow. "Hey Red." She smiled back at him. Willow and Dawn continued to chat about various things when Dawn suddenly trailed off mid sentence. Willow looked puzzled. "What is it Dawn?" Then she heard a voice behind her. "Hey Willow." She turned around to see who it was. She paled slightly when she recognised him. "Oz!"
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So waddya think? Should I continue?
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
:D Trixta