Title: Summer Rain 11/?

Author: Emily

Rating: PG 13

Category: Spike/Dawn

Email: pipergal33@yahoo.co.uk

Disclaimer: Joss, Marti etc etc, I've just borrowed them.

Distribution: Lil' Nibblin, LNABB, Spike/Dawn lists, SU, ff.net, anywhere else, sure but email me first.

Spoilers: The Gift, maybe Bargaining oh and betting with kittens

Feedback: I like it :) Who doesn't?

AN: Writing miniscule parts is fun, yeah this is tres short but more will be coming soon. I figured out the next few parts and have started on part 12.

AN2: If you're a Spike/Dawn fan hop on over to Shippers United (http://pub97.ezboard.com/bshippersunite) and post under the UC ships forum in the Spike/Dawn thread, enough people post and we'll get our own forum. I'd love to see some of you there, my id is pipergal33 so say hi :)

Part 11

I can't tell Spike. The major awkwardness factor aside, he would *freak*. Giles? He wouldn't want them to do this, he'd stop them. Or I could quit avoiding the issue by thinking of people who'd help and actually do something. It's that simple. All I have to do is speak to them, tell them it's wrong. That's all. But why don't I want to?

I padded downstairs. It's not like I can sleep with things as big as this on my mind. I made a mug of hot chocolate and considered that they probably wouldn't do anything until Giles was gone. Because he would be pissed at them, misuse of magic and all plus the going behind his back. I briefly thought that maybe that was why Anya wants him out of the shop but no she wants *control*. And to be in charge of the money. All I have to do is keep Giles here in Sunnydale, California and far away from England and there will be no resurrection of any kind. Mentioning the wrongness of resurrection – casually – wouldn't do any harm either. Listening in on their conversations could help although that can lead to badness. Like I wanted to know everything that Xander and Anya did last night. I don't think Tara did either. I concentrated on how I could discourage them and tried to ignore the huge part of me that wants Buffy back here.

I finished my hot chocolate and put the mug in the dishwasher, not noticing the empty shelf where Willow and Tara usually keep their spell books or seeing a receipt from Ebay or hearing the empty silence that was settled over the house.

Maybe I didn't want to see it. I walked upstairs back to my bed and slipped under the covers.

I closed my eyes.