Author: Spiffy Da WonderSheep
Rating: PG for some cussing (bad Dawn!)
Spoilers: Up to the Gift. Five years in the future though.
Distribution: Eh, whatever. Warn me first please.
Summary: Dawn gets a new boyfriend, and Buffy doesn't approve.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except a box of crackerjacks and 8 grand worth of student loans. If you want those, please feel free to sue ;-) I promise Joss I won't get the Buffyverse dirty, I'm just borrowing them for a bit of amusement. This is a Spike/Dawn fic, but please! before you scream and click away, give it a chance.
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Part I
Dr. Buffy Summers was sitting in her office, reading a riveting article entitled, "Inquiries into the Abundance of Vampire Cults Among Youth in Southern California" by Dr. Cordelia Chase-Gunn. Professor Johnson at UC Sunnydale had once commented on the oddity of so many abnormal psychologists coming out of the town. She had her own ideas on the subject, but she kept them to herself. Psychologists may think themselves liberal and open-minded, but reality rarely mirrored that.
She glanced up at the Spoiler Board, more out of habit than anything else. The device with the preposterous name consisted of twelve glass globes, which were currently dormant, as they had been for a good long while. Willow and Tara had whipped up several of these great devices for each of the Scooby Gang members, and were quietly marketing them with the help of Anya to demon hunters and other magic practitioners. Ever since Faith had been parolled and had taken up residence with her and Dawn, the town had quieted a lot. Sunnydale was always better when there was an active Slayer roaming around. She turned back to her article with a little smile on her face.
There was a *thud!* from Dawn's room that startled her out of her reverie. The Spoiler Board was bathing her in a steady red glow which meant one thing: vampires in the house. She opened the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a stake, old reflexes kicking in. Something was bothering her tactical mind as she quickly covered the distance from her office to Dawn's bedroom. The Board was supposed to flash a warning when the demons approached the house, but there had been no such occurrence. She knocked on the door, and then with no pause opened it.
"Dawn, vampires in the... oh my God!" She stopped in her tracks when what was going on in the room registered on her neural cortex.
"Oh, bloody hell!" Spike unceremoniously dove out the window, leaving behind a tousled bed, a pair of faded jeans, and a disheveled Dawn in his wake.
"Wha--- wha---?" was all that Buffy could say as Faith appeared behind her, ready for action with a crossbow in her hand.
"What's the sitch?" she asked.
"Buffy just decided to scare my boyfriend off," Dawn said.