Author's Notes: Ok, so this is probably going to be the last addition to my fic. I want to thank everyone who reviewed, Their kind words really helped with the continuation of this story. And who knows, I may even think up a sequel.
Dedicated, as always, to Pippa, Hex, and everyone else who was kind enough to review.
Dawn shrieked wildly as she ran down the stairs of the Hyperion, Angel in close pursuit. Angel eventually caught up with her, and mercilessly tickled her.
"Angel!" Dawn giggled. "Stop! Please! I'll do anything!" Angel grinned at her. He released his hold on her.
"So, what do you want to do next, Woongle-sausage?" Angel asked her goofily. Then he took a quick glance at his script.
"So...are we supposed to have a long philosophical discussion about the lives of vampires yet? Or is that after you and Cordelia discuss how hot I am?" Dawn scrunched up her face.
"I think right now it's time for us to get attacked by some vampires." She glanced at her watch. "Yep. In 3, 2, 1..." and with that, a group of vampires suddenly burst in – uninvited, of course.
"Go!" Angel yelled to Dawn. But Dawn, being the slightly annoying...ok, very annoying teenager that she is, merely ran to safety and watched the fight in fascination. Once it was all over, Angel glanced at Dawn to see her reaction. Her eyes were wide with shock, and she was breathing loudly.
"Oh my god! Like, even though I have seen demons killed before, dead bodies, and my own damn sister kill herself, a few vampires getting dusted totally freaks me out!" Angel reached for her.
"Dawn..."
Dawn jumped back. "Get away from me!" She ran from the Hyperion in terror.
"Well," Wesley commented. "That situation was handled, that is to say-"
"S**t." said Angel, pretty much summing it up. Then he turned to his friends, grinning in delight.
"You guys – it worked! We got rid of her!" Everyone in the Hyperion began to cheer. Cordelia ran and got a bottle of champagne.
"YES!!" Angel yelled, pumping an fist in the air. "I thought we'd never be free of Dawn; 'Buffy McWhinemaster II'. Remind me to thank Spike for hooking us up with those vamps." He glanced at the dust piles on the floor.
"Wesley, get the vacuum."
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Buffy sat in – yep, you guessed it – The Magic Box.
"So guys, I have a question." she suddenly blurted. The others all turned and looked at her inquisitively.
"Go on, Buffy." Giles prompted.
"Remember the night I died?
Everyone looked like they were searching their memories, and Buffy waited impatiently. Finally...
"Nope, can't remember."
"It appears to have slipped my mind."
"Forgotten it."
"Sorry Buffy."
That just left Anya. Everyone looked at her curiously. She stared at them.
"What? Why's everyone looking at me?"
Buffy sighed.
"Well just take my freakin' word for it then. Anyway, on the night I died, before I closed the portal, a whole bunch of creep demons and scary dragon-harry-potter-type monsters cam out of the portal. I was just wondering....where are they? And why isn't the town a smoking ruin?"
"Ah, well observed," Giles answered Buffy's question. "You see Buffy, the majority of 'Post Gift' writers are females obsessed with Spike, so they tend to forget minor details like that and instead focus on getting you two together. It always happens. By rights this town should have been destroyed with so many demons, no Slayer to fight them, and us all far too upset *cough* to fill in for you. Just another irregularity of Post Gift fics."
"Um..oh."
* * *
By now Dawn was travelling back to Sunnydale from L.A, without giving Angel so much as a 'Hey, you've fixed my screwed up life and made it worth living again....ta ta now.'
How rude.
Despite her mentioning earlier that she'd used up all her money getting to L.A, Dawn managed to just....have money for the way back.
"I expect I'll be in trouble when I get back," Dawn thought. "I mean, I did run off without telling them, and had them worried for my life and safety at a very emotional time." She considered whether the gang would hold a grudge about this. They're petty that way, she concluded. She opened the door of The Magic Box, calling out loudly.
"Guys! I'm home!"
There was a short blond girl standing talking to the gang, her back facing Dawn. Dawn inhaled sharply.
Buffy, hearing the sound, turned. Recognition shone in her eyes.
"Dawn..." she said lovingly.
"Buffy? Is it really you?" whispered Dawn.
"Yeah Dawnie. It's me." Buffy began to choke up. She began hacking loudly.
"sorry." She said sheepishly. "I ate a few too many tuna sandwiches for lunch. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. Dawnie..." she began to move towards Dawn.
"No! YOU'RE NOT MY SISTER! My sisters DEAD!! NOOOOO!" She turned and ran out the shop.
This left the gang in stunned silence for a moment.
"Oh bloody hell, not again!"
The End!
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