Previously In The Seed Of Good & Evil
Derek: Don't you hear that?
Buffy: I don't hear anything.
Derek: That's just it. Your baby's heartbeat I think it stopped.
Xander: So I guess we can officially cross human off our list of possible species of the baby.
Derek: It's what we've been waiting for sir. We found her. The savior of all that is good.
(Dr. Webb cracks Derek's neck and Derek falls to the floor. Dr. Webb feels the back of his neck stringing apart. His eyes turn yellow like the hiploid demons.)
Hiploid demon: I really hate these human suits.
Buffy: What if Dawn has one of those episodes and decides Spike would make a really nice pincushion?
Spike: Dawn? (Spike walks into the living room and then into the kitchen.) Ok this is getting a little. . . (Spike freezes. He looks down at his stomach and finds a knife protruding from him.)
Dawn: Looking for me? (Dawn pulls the knife out and Spike falls to the ground.)
Spike: Help me, please. (Dawn looks down at Spike.) Please. (Buffy walks into the kitchen. Willow, Xander and Anya are standing behind her.)
Dawn: I didn't mean to Buffy, I. (Dawn lifts her hand towards Buffy.) You believe me, right? (Buffy looks down at Spike in shock.) Right?
Seed of Good & Evil Chapter 11
(Scene 1: Dawn looks up at Buffy. Everyone looks down in shock.)
Dawn: Buffy, I don't know what happened. (Buffy silently walks over and kneels next to Spike.)
Buffy: Spike. (Buffy turns to Xander, Anya and Willow.) We need bandages, now. (Anya leaves the room.) Xander I need your help we have to get him to bed.
Xander: Right. (Xander kneels next to Spike. Both Buffy and Xander put one of his arms around their necks to help him get up.)
Spike: Ahh, ow. (They take Spike downstairs. Dawn is still kneeling. She looks at the puddle of blood where Spike was.)
Dawn: I did this. (Dawn's eyes water. Willow walks over to her. She puts her arm around Dawn's waist.)
Willow: Come on, let's get you cleaned up. (Dawn looks at Willow. Willow smiles.)
(Scene 2: Dawn is in her room. She's looking down at the blood on her hands. Tears are streaming down her cheek. Willow comes in with a washcloth. She sits next to the motionless Dawn. Willow wipes her face.)
Willow: There we go, that's a little better. Dawn, what happen to your forehead, you have a bruise? (Willow goes to touch it and Dawn turns her face away from Willow.)
Dawn: He has a stab wound. She's never going to forgive me.
Willow: That's not true.
Dawn: She looked at me like she wanted to scream her head off.
Willow: But she didn't.
Dawn: That makes it even worst. She was so upset and completely repulsed by me that she was speechless. There wasn't a bad enough word in her vocabulary to describe how upset she was.
Willow: Dawn.
Dawn: No, I don't deserve your sympathy and I don't deserve her forgiveness. You should have locked me up when you had the chance.
Willow: We would never do that? Dawn this is not you, the blood on your hands has nothing to do with who you are. It's that demon he's controlling you. Dawn, you are good and kind and Buffy knows that. She loves you we all do. (Dawn turns to Willow.)
Dawn: Will. (Dawn goes to hug Willow and Willow jumps a little.) You jumped.
Willow: No, I was just a little startled.
Dawn: You're afraid of me.
Willow: No Dawn I just thought. (Dawn gets up and runs out the room.) Dawn! (Willow gets up and follows her. Dawn locks the bathroom door. Willow knocks on the door.) Dawn. (Willow lays her forehead against the door.) I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
(Scene 3: Buffy is sitting in the basement. She moves her chair next to Spike's bed to watch over him. Buffy looks over at his hand and puts her own on top of his. She closes her eyes and he opens his and looks over at her.)
Spike: You're tired. (She opens her eyes.)
Buffy: No, I was just blinking, for an extended amount of time. Yeah I guess I'm a little tired.
Spike: You should sleep.
Buffy: No, I'm not leaving you by yourself.
Spike: Fine, as long as you don't fall asleep. You snore like a banshee.
Buffy: I do not.
Spike: Do too, and I should know. I watch you like you were watching me. When I'm really bored I count the snorts. (Buffy smiles. Spike begins to laugh a little but cringes in pain. He holds her hand tighter.) Pain, it's so much better when it's not your own, or is it?
Buffy: No, pain tends to sucks at ever point of view. Especially when it's not your own. (Buffy looks down.)
Spike: She changed Buffy, blink of an eye. Lean mean Dawnie killing machine. Threw me for a loop is what she did. Didn't really see it coming. It's like she was programmed to kill.
Buffy: The hiploid demon. He wants me dead so he's targeting the people I love. I'd act all surprised but let's face it, the storyline might modify but the plot is pretty tedious if you ask me.
Spike: No.
Buffy: What?
Spike: They don't want you Buffy. They want our spawn. Jade will be a warrior for evil, but a savior of good. They know that. They also know that the side she fights on all depends on who trains her first. Good or evil.
Buffy: (Buffy looks over at Spike.) They? That's plural isn't it? Great, just great.
(Scene 4: Tara is in her wheel chair in the hospital hallway. Harmony walks pass her. Tara gets a suspicious look on her face. She rolls herself down the hallway slowly stopping at the corner. She listens to Harmony's conversation.)
Harmony: (Harmony bumps into Derek.) Oh, excuse me.
Derek: Harmony, it is I.
Harmony: Hippy?
Derek: How do you like the new suit?
Harmony: It looks good on you. Very professional and very human, I love it. So where is she?
Derek: The slayer has escaped.
Harmony: Argh, Buffy and Spike get on my nerves. When are you going to kill them?
Derek: Patience, very soon my darling, very soon. (Tara rolls her wheelchair back and bumps someone.)
Tara: Ahhhh.
doctor: Do you need help?
Tara: No, I'm fine, I'm fine. (Tara rolls away. Harmony and Derek walk around the corner.)
Derek: Is someone hurt?
doctor: No, excuse me Dr. Kyle. (The doctor walks away. Harmony watches him walk away.)
Harmony: Mmm, he would have made a nice snack. Why didn't you do that thing, take his body? I'd take his blood.
Derek: I need this body for a little while longer.
Harmony: For what?
Derek: Does the maxim a wolf in sheep's wool mean anything to you? (Harmony looks confused.) The slayer has trust in this doctor, so I shall use his skin as a disgu. . . a mask.
Harmony: Oh, duh.
(Scene 4: Xander and Anya are sitting on the couch.)
Anya: When Xander? Really how are we?
Xander: Please An, a couple more months.
Anya: I'm beginning to think there will never be a wedding. I hate that thought Xander.
Xander: I do too.
Anya: First Buffy gets herself pregnant, which is fine there is always elastic, but now serial Dawn. Soon we'll have to postpone our postponed wedding. Unless.
Xander: Unless what?
Anya: I know a demon. He has plenty of extra stand-up roller chairs with straight jackets attached? I could acquire one at a fairly decent price. They're half off after the holidays.
Xander: Oh, wait no, no Anya no straight jackets all right and who is this guy Hannibal Lector? We just have to wait until things settle down.
Anya: Which will most likely be never and I don't think that's fair to me. Just because serial Dawn. . . (Willow walks into the living room.)
Willow: You know what's not fair. Dawn hurting people she cares about.
Anya: Amen to that.
Willow: She's doing things she has absolutely no control over. Her body is not her own. The only connection she has to her emotions while she's serial Dawn as you so politely put it, is the burden of guilt after the fact. She's being blamed and called names by the people who claim to love her the most, that's unfair.
Anya: I did not mean serial Dawn in the context that you put it in. (They look at Anya.) Ok maybe I did but it sounded so mean and it's not like I don't care about Dawn because I do, but.
Willow: I know. I know this is hard. It's hard on all of us. Tara is in the hospital and Spike has a hole through him, but the best thing we can do right now is definitely not complain. Buffy needs us, all of us and we need her. We have to stay strong and united. (Buffy walks into the living room with boxes, she drops them on the ground.)
Buffy: Will, pack your things. You're moving out.
Anya: Well there goes our united front. So who's up for popcorn?
Willow: You're evicting me?
Buffy: I'm protecting you. You have to get as far away from this as you possibly can. As far away from this house, and. (Dawn is walking down the stairs.)
Dawn: And from me. (They all turn to Dawn.) Just say it Buffy. You're afraid that I'll hurt Willow. (Buffy walks over to the steps near Dawn.)
Buffy: Dawn, go back up stairs.
Dawn: No, this is ending tonight. (Dawn takes a knife from behind her back.) Because I know exactly what I have to do.
Buffy: No Dawn, no! Put the knife down. (Dawn lifts the knife up and stabs the back of her neck with it. She drops the knife and faints into Buffy's arms.) Dawn, NO! (Willow, Xander and Anya run over.)
Willow: Oh, my gosh. (Anya looks on the ground and picks up the knife.)
Buffy: Why didn't I stop her?
Willow: This is not your fault.
Anya: Um, excuse me.
Buffy: Dawn, Dawn can you hear me?
Xander: What should we do?
Anya: You all should shut up and listen to me. (They get quiet and turn to Anya.) Thank you. She didn't stab herself out of insanity. (Anya lifts up the knife. A bent piece of metal is on the tip.) In fact I think it's the sanest act yet. ******************************************************************
Derek: Don't you hear that?
Buffy: I don't hear anything.
Derek: That's just it. Your baby's heartbeat I think it stopped.
Xander: So I guess we can officially cross human off our list of possible species of the baby.
Derek: It's what we've been waiting for sir. We found her. The savior of all that is good.
(Dr. Webb cracks Derek's neck and Derek falls to the floor. Dr. Webb feels the back of his neck stringing apart. His eyes turn yellow like the hiploid demons.)
Hiploid demon: I really hate these human suits.
Buffy: What if Dawn has one of those episodes and decides Spike would make a really nice pincushion?
Spike: Dawn? (Spike walks into the living room and then into the kitchen.) Ok this is getting a little. . . (Spike freezes. He looks down at his stomach and finds a knife protruding from him.)
Dawn: Looking for me? (Dawn pulls the knife out and Spike falls to the ground.)
Spike: Help me, please. (Dawn looks down at Spike.) Please. (Buffy walks into the kitchen. Willow, Xander and Anya are standing behind her.)
Dawn: I didn't mean to Buffy, I. (Dawn lifts her hand towards Buffy.) You believe me, right? (Buffy looks down at Spike in shock.) Right?
Seed of Good & Evil Chapter 11
(Scene 1: Dawn looks up at Buffy. Everyone looks down in shock.)
Dawn: Buffy, I don't know what happened. (Buffy silently walks over and kneels next to Spike.)
Buffy: Spike. (Buffy turns to Xander, Anya and Willow.) We need bandages, now. (Anya leaves the room.) Xander I need your help we have to get him to bed.
Xander: Right. (Xander kneels next to Spike. Both Buffy and Xander put one of his arms around their necks to help him get up.)
Spike: Ahh, ow. (They take Spike downstairs. Dawn is still kneeling. She looks at the puddle of blood where Spike was.)
Dawn: I did this. (Dawn's eyes water. Willow walks over to her. She puts her arm around Dawn's waist.)
Willow: Come on, let's get you cleaned up. (Dawn looks at Willow. Willow smiles.)
(Scene 2: Dawn is in her room. She's looking down at the blood on her hands. Tears are streaming down her cheek. Willow comes in with a washcloth. She sits next to the motionless Dawn. Willow wipes her face.)
Willow: There we go, that's a little better. Dawn, what happen to your forehead, you have a bruise? (Willow goes to touch it and Dawn turns her face away from Willow.)
Dawn: He has a stab wound. She's never going to forgive me.
Willow: That's not true.
Dawn: She looked at me like she wanted to scream her head off.
Willow: But she didn't.
Dawn: That makes it even worst. She was so upset and completely repulsed by me that she was speechless. There wasn't a bad enough word in her vocabulary to describe how upset she was.
Willow: Dawn.
Dawn: No, I don't deserve your sympathy and I don't deserve her forgiveness. You should have locked me up when you had the chance.
Willow: We would never do that? Dawn this is not you, the blood on your hands has nothing to do with who you are. It's that demon he's controlling you. Dawn, you are good and kind and Buffy knows that. She loves you we all do. (Dawn turns to Willow.)
Dawn: Will. (Dawn goes to hug Willow and Willow jumps a little.) You jumped.
Willow: No, I was just a little startled.
Dawn: You're afraid of me.
Willow: No Dawn I just thought. (Dawn gets up and runs out the room.) Dawn! (Willow gets up and follows her. Dawn locks the bathroom door. Willow knocks on the door.) Dawn. (Willow lays her forehead against the door.) I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
(Scene 3: Buffy is sitting in the basement. She moves her chair next to Spike's bed to watch over him. Buffy looks over at his hand and puts her own on top of his. She closes her eyes and he opens his and looks over at her.)
Spike: You're tired. (She opens her eyes.)
Buffy: No, I was just blinking, for an extended amount of time. Yeah I guess I'm a little tired.
Spike: You should sleep.
Buffy: No, I'm not leaving you by yourself.
Spike: Fine, as long as you don't fall asleep. You snore like a banshee.
Buffy: I do not.
Spike: Do too, and I should know. I watch you like you were watching me. When I'm really bored I count the snorts. (Buffy smiles. Spike begins to laugh a little but cringes in pain. He holds her hand tighter.) Pain, it's so much better when it's not your own, or is it?
Buffy: No, pain tends to sucks at ever point of view. Especially when it's not your own. (Buffy looks down.)
Spike: She changed Buffy, blink of an eye. Lean mean Dawnie killing machine. Threw me for a loop is what she did. Didn't really see it coming. It's like she was programmed to kill.
Buffy: The hiploid demon. He wants me dead so he's targeting the people I love. I'd act all surprised but let's face it, the storyline might modify but the plot is pretty tedious if you ask me.
Spike: No.
Buffy: What?
Spike: They don't want you Buffy. They want our spawn. Jade will be a warrior for evil, but a savior of good. They know that. They also know that the side she fights on all depends on who trains her first. Good or evil.
Buffy: (Buffy looks over at Spike.) They? That's plural isn't it? Great, just great.
(Scene 4: Tara is in her wheel chair in the hospital hallway. Harmony walks pass her. Tara gets a suspicious look on her face. She rolls herself down the hallway slowly stopping at the corner. She listens to Harmony's conversation.)
Harmony: (Harmony bumps into Derek.) Oh, excuse me.
Derek: Harmony, it is I.
Harmony: Hippy?
Derek: How do you like the new suit?
Harmony: It looks good on you. Very professional and very human, I love it. So where is she?
Derek: The slayer has escaped.
Harmony: Argh, Buffy and Spike get on my nerves. When are you going to kill them?
Derek: Patience, very soon my darling, very soon. (Tara rolls her wheelchair back and bumps someone.)
Tara: Ahhhh.
doctor: Do you need help?
Tara: No, I'm fine, I'm fine. (Tara rolls away. Harmony and Derek walk around the corner.)
Derek: Is someone hurt?
doctor: No, excuse me Dr. Kyle. (The doctor walks away. Harmony watches him walk away.)
Harmony: Mmm, he would have made a nice snack. Why didn't you do that thing, take his body? I'd take his blood.
Derek: I need this body for a little while longer.
Harmony: For what?
Derek: Does the maxim a wolf in sheep's wool mean anything to you? (Harmony looks confused.) The slayer has trust in this doctor, so I shall use his skin as a disgu. . . a mask.
Harmony: Oh, duh.
(Scene 4: Xander and Anya are sitting on the couch.)
Anya: When Xander? Really how are we?
Xander: Please An, a couple more months.
Anya: I'm beginning to think there will never be a wedding. I hate that thought Xander.
Xander: I do too.
Anya: First Buffy gets herself pregnant, which is fine there is always elastic, but now serial Dawn. Soon we'll have to postpone our postponed wedding. Unless.
Xander: Unless what?
Anya: I know a demon. He has plenty of extra stand-up roller chairs with straight jackets attached? I could acquire one at a fairly decent price. They're half off after the holidays.
Xander: Oh, wait no, no Anya no straight jackets all right and who is this guy Hannibal Lector? We just have to wait until things settle down.
Anya: Which will most likely be never and I don't think that's fair to me. Just because serial Dawn. . . (Willow walks into the living room.)
Willow: You know what's not fair. Dawn hurting people she cares about.
Anya: Amen to that.
Willow: She's doing things she has absolutely no control over. Her body is not her own. The only connection she has to her emotions while she's serial Dawn as you so politely put it, is the burden of guilt after the fact. She's being blamed and called names by the people who claim to love her the most, that's unfair.
Anya: I did not mean serial Dawn in the context that you put it in. (They look at Anya.) Ok maybe I did but it sounded so mean and it's not like I don't care about Dawn because I do, but.
Willow: I know. I know this is hard. It's hard on all of us. Tara is in the hospital and Spike has a hole through him, but the best thing we can do right now is definitely not complain. Buffy needs us, all of us and we need her. We have to stay strong and united. (Buffy walks into the living room with boxes, she drops them on the ground.)
Buffy: Will, pack your things. You're moving out.
Anya: Well there goes our united front. So who's up for popcorn?
Willow: You're evicting me?
Buffy: I'm protecting you. You have to get as far away from this as you possibly can. As far away from this house, and. (Dawn is walking down the stairs.)
Dawn: And from me. (They all turn to Dawn.) Just say it Buffy. You're afraid that I'll hurt Willow. (Buffy walks over to the steps near Dawn.)
Buffy: Dawn, go back up stairs.
Dawn: No, this is ending tonight. (Dawn takes a knife from behind her back.) Because I know exactly what I have to do.
Buffy: No Dawn, no! Put the knife down. (Dawn lifts the knife up and stabs the back of her neck with it. She drops the knife and faints into Buffy's arms.) Dawn, NO! (Willow, Xander and Anya run over.)
Willow: Oh, my gosh. (Anya looks on the ground and picks up the knife.)
Buffy: Why didn't I stop her?
Willow: This is not your fault.
Anya: Um, excuse me.
Buffy: Dawn, Dawn can you hear me?
Xander: What should we do?
Anya: You all should shut up and listen to me. (They get quiet and turn to Anya.) Thank you. She didn't stab herself out of insanity. (Anya lifts up the knife. A bent piece of metal is on the tip.) In fact I think it's the sanest act yet. ******************************************************************