dawn2upload.html Title: Another Dawn, Chapter 2
Author: Sanguine
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and 20th-Century Fox own these characters. The situations presented here come from my own twisted brain.
Distribution: With permission.
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to Gabriel for his great ideas.

"My God, Spike. What happened to you?" Giles considered the vampire's mangled face with a mixture of concern and suspicion.

"Rupert. Didn't know you were back." Spike sat down heavily, his head still ringing from his recent beating and the residual effects of the Guinness. "Kiss the Librarian" the mug of pig's blood in front of him proclaimed. He felt sick.

"I returned from England yesterday." Giles removed his glasses and wiped them absentmindedly with the corner of his shirt. "I . . . I had to be here."

Spike nodded and looked around the table at the Scoobies. Xander's lost weight. Wonder if he and Anya are married yet? The Wiccans are still in love by the looks of it. And Niblet. She looks bad. Dark circles 'round her eyes. Little one like that needs more sleep. Probably not eating proper either. Wonder if she's still staying with Xander and his ex-demon? Willow must've cast a spell on the Child and Family Services folk to pull that one off.

"Earth to Spike." Xander's voice cut through his thoughts. "We kinda need you with us deadboy."

Spike glared at Xander, too exhausted and hungover to think of a witty reply. "So how do we bring back Buffy? Will and Dawn were kind of sketchy on the details. They just told me we had to bring her back and they'd found a way." Spike shot a threatening look at Willow. "Look Wicca girl, I don't want zombie Buffy. I want *my* Buffy back."

Willow shook her head. "Spike. First I have to point out that she's not *your* Buffy. And of course she won't be a zombie. None of us want that."

Spike shuffled his feet. "'Kay. I was just checking. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

Willow rolled her eyes. "Just listen, don't talk."

"Listening. . ."

"No new Slayer has been called." Willow looked at Spike to see his reaction, but his bruised face was an unreadable mask. She took a big breath and continued. "See, Buffy died once before. Another Slayer was called then, and when she was killed Faith was called. Now Faith is in jail and until she dies the world is effectively Slayerless. The word's gotten out and the past few months . . . well the Hellmouth has really become demon party central."

"And I care about this why?"

Tears began streaming from Dawn's eyes. "Because they're after me Spike. Apparently my blood still has amazing and wacky properties. It's always me. Maybe I should just let them have me and then it would be over."

Panic flitted across Spike's face. "No. No way. I've lost one of you. You're not dying Dawn. We're gonna fix this."

Dawn exploded. "Oh yeah, you're the great protector of me. I haven't even seen you for months and . . ."

"Enough." Giles's voice reverberated through the shop. "You two, sort this out later. Willow continue."

Chastened, Dawn and Spike sank back in their seats.

"In an obscure passage of the Codex, I found something about resurrecting the Slayer. It's never been attempted, but this could have been written with you and Buffy in mind:

'And she shall sacrifice herself to save the world. And a key shall appear to unlock the door. And the soulless demon shall drink the blood and find the passage to death through the water. With his quest, balance shall be restored.'"

Spike's hand shook as he took a sip from his mug. "So it's all about the blood is it?"

Dawn dried her tears. "It's all about my blood."

Spike pushed the mug away. "I won't do it."

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"C'mon Niblet, wait up."

"No."

Dawn ran. She just wanted to get away from him. With every word he betrayed her. He didn't care. He didn't want to help her. Finally her raged erupted. She turned and faced the vampire limping towards her. "Look, you fucking pest. I know you loved Buffy and wanted to shag her brains out, but you don't love me. You've made that really clear these past few months. I was hoping that you'd help with this and then we could both be happy and have Buffy back. But maybe you don't even care about her? You don't care about anything but you."

Spike stopped. "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry."

Dawn stared.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you after Buffy died. I didn't think you'd want to see me, considering that I didn't save you and I got her killed. I broke my promise and she died. I couldn't protect you then and I can't protect you now."

Dawn sighed. "We've gone over this Spike. It's not your fault. You tried."

"Trying isn't good enough Niblet. Trying gets people hurt and killed."

"But you can fix your mistake now Spike. You can have your precious Buffy back."

"That may be so, but I'm not gonna hurt you to do it."

"That's the price Spike."

"Then it's too high. 'Sides, that prophecy seemed bloody ambiguous to me."

"The prophecy doesn't say anything about killing me. It just says you have to drink my blood. You don't have to take it all. Besides, you can't drink it directly from me anyway, 'cause of your chip."

"Yes I can."

Dawn's eyes grew wide. "You can?"

Spike nodded. "Chip works on intent, Dawn. I think if you want me to bite you and I'm not doing it to hurt you then . . ."

"Great. So we've found a short cut."

"Don't think so. What would Buffy say if we did bring her back, and she found out I'd been chomping on her little sis? Rather have your blood in a mug thanks."

"OK, whatever. You drink the blood, then you take a swim in the Master's old paddling pool."

"Is that the bit about the water?"

Dawn nodded.

"What if I fail?"

"You won't fail Spike. You have to come back to me. I still have to show you the earrings I swiped from Anya."

Spike ruffled Dawn's hair affectionately. "You're a quick study, kid."

END PART TWO