Mikey and Buffy
Chapter Ten: Dawn
By Delphine Pryde
Dawn lived by herself in an apartment (or flat considering it was Great Britain) just outside of the Oxford campus. The one bedroom/one bath unit was a virtual Fort Knox of protective warding. There wasn't a ward against evil known to man and a few other species that wasn't placed about the apartment or in some cases the entire building. However, not one of those wards was meant to bar a heavenly being and so Michael slipped through easily, landing in Dawn's living room without warning.
The young brown haired woman had been in the middle of studying when her sister had appeared suddenly. Dawn yelped and scrambled to her feet in a rush, dropping the book she'd been holding onto the floor. Her face morphed into a reproving glare as she realized just who had appeared before her. "What the Hell, Buffy, I don't hear from you in a few days and then you pop in like—" Dawn trailed off as she got a good look at the form in front of her. Eyes narrowed and her body tensed up as she growled out, "You're not my sister."
"She knows you very well to be able to tell just by looking," Michael commented.
"She does, so you better start talking or switch control with me before she triggers the spell to alert the Watchers HQ that she's in danger."
"True, I am not your sister," Michael admitted, before pressing a hand to her chest. "But she is here with me." At the darkening look on Dawn's face she hastened to add, "I am no spirit or demon to squatter and possess without permission and you well know neither could cross the wards of this place; I am the Archangel Michael, General of the Heavenly Host—" Dawn's disbelieving snort cut her off.
"Angel's haven't been recorded on Earth since Jesus' Resurrection," the younger Summers sister said, matter-of-factly.
"We haven't walked the Earth in human vessels since then," Michael gently corrected, "but we have been around."
Lips pressed together in a grim line as eyes narrowed and arms crossed in a dubious stance. Michael sighed, "Fine, talk to your sister and know I tell the truth," and switched control with Buffy quickly.
Buffy blinked in surprise at the speed of the switch then rolled her eyes as she felt Michael mentally curl up in her mind and pout about not being believed. "Congrats Dawnie, you hurt an archangel's feelings," she told her sister.
Her stance and tone of voice assured Dawn that it was indeed her sister really speaking, letting the brunette visibly relax though her face remained stern. "Explain," she demanded.
So Buffy did, giving her sister a good and detailed summary on everything involving the Winchesters, the current Apocalypse, and how she ended up sharing a body with an archangel. By the time she was finished Dawn was shaking her head and tisking. "Seriously Buffy, you call me danger prone," she gave a wry smile, "Well at least you've got an archangel on your side, not much can beat that. So what is it like being the vessel to such a powerful being?"
"Crowded," is Buffy's prompt answer, "Full to the brim with power and radiance and a thousand other similar words."
Michael mentally rolls his eyes at her description. "My true form is a multi dimensional wavelength of celestial intent stuffed inside a meat suit along with a human soul and a piece of a fallen angel, of course it's crowded."
"Well, I see you've stopped pouting," Buffy replied dryly.
"I did not pout."
"Yeah, sure-you betcha."
"Kay, then," Dawn says, clapping her hands together and moving the conversation along since her sisterly instincts were telling her that Buffy was just about finished with "share time," well that and the frown on her face that appeared during her internal conversation. "Let's go talk to Giles, I can't wait to see his face when he finds out what's going on. Better call him first, to make sure he's alone and give him a heads up so he doesn't have a heart attack when we show up."
"Before we leave, there are some angelic wards I wish to place around your sister's apartment that will prevent any angels from crossing the premises without permission like we did," Michael tells Buffy.
"Thank you," Buffy replies, grateful the archangel cares about the youngest Summer's safety. "How long do you think it will take you?"
"Done properly without making any noticeable power spikes—a few hours."
"I'll let you get on that then." She turned her attention back to her sister. "Tell Giles we'll meet in him in his office, alone, in four hours. Mikey has some wards he wants to add to your security perimeter before we go."
"Cool, thanks Michael. I'll just go make that call now." Dawn shuffled off.
"That's your cue." Buffy said and switches control back over to the archangel.
Michael straightens her vessel from the casual stance Buffy had taken when she was in control. "First we will need some items."