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Dawn sighed as she looked at the time. Still fifteen minutes to go. *Time slows down when you watch it,* she reminded herself. *A watched pot never boils, or something like that.* She couldn't wait to get out of her boring English lesson, they were reading some dull poetry by someone who had a name she couldn't even pronounce.
There was a knock at the door and Mrs Hall, the school secretary entered, she was wearing a very grave expression.
She cleared her throat, "The Principal wishes to speak to Dawn Summers."
Dawn went red and started to pack her things into her bag.
The teacher nodded at her before continuing the reading.
"Someone's in trou-ble." Kirsty, the class bitch sang out.
Dawn glared at her, and Kirsty smirked, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder.
She walked to the front of the class and followed Mrs Hall outside.
"Do you know what she wants?" she asked her as they walked towards the office.
Mrs Hall gave her an uneasy glance, "I'll leave that up to her to tell you." she told her.
"What's going on? Is it bad? It's bad isn't it?"
Mrs Hall opened the door to the office, "Dawn Summers for you." she informed her.
Principle Stevens stood up from behind her desk, she smiled sympathetically, before clearing her throat.
"Take a seat."
"No...what going on? Tell me!" she demanded, feeling panicked.
"It's your Sister. I'm afraid there's been an incident."
"Is she ok?" Dawn felt something clench her heart, *not again,* she begged, *please don't let it be bad.*
"Your sister is in hospital-she err...there was an accident...she...got shot."
"What?...how?" she cried. Her knees gave way and she landing on the seat with a thud.
"I don't know all the details. I just got a phone call from a...umm...Mr Harris. He said to come straight to the hospital."
"Is she ok? She's alright though? Who shot her?..." she started to sob.
"Would you like a lift to the hospital?" Principal Stevens asked awkwardly.
"Is she going to be ok?" she asked her again.
"Lets get you to the hospital."
"IS SHE ALIVE?" Dawn screamed, "TELL ME!"
"Dawn...that's enough. Its not going to help her is it?"
Dawn glared at her through her tears, but realised she was right.
The Principal took her arm and guided her out the office. The bell rang as they got near the English room again.
The door burst open and everyone came rushing out.
"Dawn...What's wrong?" her friend Janice asked.
"That's none of you business Janice" Principal Stevens chided.
Dawn was pale with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Dawn?" Janice said again, following the two towards the door.
"My sister...she...Oh god..."
"What happened?" Janice asked.
"There's been at accident." The Principal told her, hoping to get rid of her.
"It was Warren! Wasn't it! I'll kill him..." Dawn yelled, much to the confusion of Principal Stevens and Janice.
She broke free of the heads grip and dashed for the door, she pulled it open and took off towards the hospital.
Xander paced the corridor outside the door they had taken Buffy through. She had been gone for half an hour and no one had come out.
He heard the sound of running footsteps and Dawn appeared from around the corner.
"Xander..." she sobbed.
He took her in his arms and pulled her close.
"What happened? Is she ok?"
"We were outside the house. Then Warren came around the corner and said something about her not getting away with it...he pulled out a gun and he shot her, in the chest."
Dawn's eyes went wide..."Is she alright though?"
He looked down,
"She was alive Dawn, but...it's not looking good."
Her knees gave way again, and she almost fell to the floor, but Xander caught her.
"She's gonna be ok...she has to be...She's still alive now, or they would have come out of the room..." he said, stroking her hair, trying to comfort her.
He pulled her to a nearby seat and sat her down.
He sat next to her and they hugged, crying on each others shoulders.
"Dawn...Dawn? Wake up!" Xander gave her a shake.
She opened her eyes. "Sorry...tired." She had fallen asleep on Xander's shoulder. She wiped some dribble off his this tee-shirt and sat up.
"The doctor says we can see her now. But Dawn, she's in a critical condition. You have to be ready for the worst." Xander told her gently.
She nodded and stood up.
She knocked softly on the door and entered the room they had taken her in.
Buffy was asleep, a blanket up to her chin. Machines surrounded her and tubes seemed to be everywhere.
"Buffy?" Dawn said softly, taking her hand which had a drip in it.
Dawn gazed down at her older sister, who recently had turned into a surrogate Mother for Dawn. She looked so pale and thin, almost as white as the room she was in.
"Please wake up." Dawn asked though her tears.
Xander put his hand on her shoulder in comfort.
"Is she gonna wake up Xander?" Dawn asked him.
"I...don't know. Maybe, if we talk to her."
"We haven't told Willow, or Spike. They should know."
"Spike. No way." Xander growled.
"I know you don't like him, but...he should know. I mean they were..." she stopped herself.
"Yeah, they were. Until he couldn't take no for an answer." Xander spat.
"What?" Dawn asked, shocked.
"Nothing, I didn't mean..." he said quickly.
"Yes you did, what happened? Tell me!" Dawn demanded.
"He...he tried to force himself on her. She stopped him though. That's the story I got given anyway."
"He did? Oh, I thought...I thought he loved her." Dawn said genuinely shocked. "What do you mean, that's the story you got given? You think Buffy's lying?"
"Oh, god no. I meant, well she was pretty bruised when I found her. No...she would have told me if he had actually..." he trailed off.
"You think he meant to?" Dawn asked, worried that the chipped vampire she called her friend, had done this.
"He's soulless, Dawn. He doesn't care who gets hurt does he?" Xander said bitterly.
"When did this happen? Why wasn't I told." Dawn asked, a little hurt.
"It happened last night. I only knew because I found her in the bathroom. She was crying and had a huge bruise on her leg, like I said. She hasn't told anyone else. Don't be mad at Buffy" he told her.
"I'm not...I'm mad at Spike. When I see him..."
"Dawn..." Xander said gently, looking at Buffy. She stirred a little then opened her eyes slowly.
"Mom?" she whispered.
"Buffy, it's ok. It me, Dawn. And Xander."
Her eyes lost a bit of the glassy look and she focused on Dawn.
"What...happened?" she asked, her voice strained.
"Don't you remember? Warren, he..." Xander told her but didn't want to actually say it.
Buffy slowly nodded.
The nurse came in, "Is she awake? You should have called me."
"She only just woke up." Dawn snapped.
The nurse bustled around, checking the machines and drips.
A doctor strolled through the door.
He saw Buffy awake and smiled.
"Hello..." he started flicking through her charts, searching for her name, "...Buffy."
Xander took Dawn's arm and pulled her out the door.
"Let them check her over."
They sat back on the seat.
"I'm going to find a drinks machine, You want?" Xander asked Dawn.
"No, I'm fine."
He nodded and took off down the corridor. There didn't seem to be any in this particular corridor of intensive care, so he made his way down the long, cold corridor of intensive care in search of the machine.
Sitting outside one room was a familiar redhead.
"Willow?" he asked softly.
She looked up.
"Xander." she breathed.
He pulled her up into his arms. "What happened?" he asked, seeing the blood stains splatted on her white shirt.
"Tara. She was standing talking to me and then...she was on the floor with blood everywhere. She was shot." She started to cry again.
"Is she ok?" he asked.
"She's in surgery. They told me wait here." Willow told him.
"But Xander, the magic, it went through me. I tried not to use it, but somehow we appeared here. Outside the hospital I mean. I gave some old man a scare.."
"Willow," he stopped her, "Buffy got shot too. It was Warren. He had a gun and he shot her in the back garden."
"Warren." Willow seethed, her eyes glowing red again.
"Woah, Will. Your eyes. Don't even go there."
"Is Buffy ok, alive I mean?" Willow asked her eyes returning to their normal colour, after the fury had died down a little.
"I don't know. She just woke up. Dawn's here. I should get back to her. You coming?" he asked.
"No, I'm staying here. But as soon as I've heard about Tara, I'll come see her."
He nodded. "Don't do anything stupid, Will. We'll get our revenge with Tara and Buffy beside us."
A nurse opened the door that Willow was facing.
"Miss Rosenburg? She's just woken up from surgery and she's asking for you." The nurse told her. This time Willow's eyes lit up with joy as she waved to Xander who was walking away.
To be continued...
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Dawn sighed as she looked at the time. Still fifteen minutes to go. *Time slows down when you watch it,* she reminded herself. *A watched pot never boils, or something like that.* She couldn't wait to get out of her boring English lesson, they were reading some dull poetry by someone who had a name she couldn't even pronounce.
There was a knock at the door and Mrs Hall, the school secretary entered, she was wearing a very grave expression.
She cleared her throat, "The Principal wishes to speak to Dawn Summers."
Dawn went red and started to pack her things into her bag.
The teacher nodded at her before continuing the reading.
"Someone's in trou-ble." Kirsty, the class bitch sang out.
Dawn glared at her, and Kirsty smirked, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder.
She walked to the front of the class and followed Mrs Hall outside.
"Do you know what she wants?" she asked her as they walked towards the office.
Mrs Hall gave her an uneasy glance, "I'll leave that up to her to tell you." she told her.
"What's going on? Is it bad? It's bad isn't it?"
Mrs Hall opened the door to the office, "Dawn Summers for you." she informed her.
Principle Stevens stood up from behind her desk, she smiled sympathetically, before clearing her throat.
"Take a seat."
"No...what going on? Tell me!" she demanded, feeling panicked.
"It's your Sister. I'm afraid there's been an incident."
"Is she ok?" Dawn felt something clench her heart, *not again,* she begged, *please don't let it be bad.*
"Your sister is in hospital-she err...there was an accident...she...got shot."
"What?...how?" she cried. Her knees gave way and she landing on the seat with a thud.
"I don't know all the details. I just got a phone call from a...umm...Mr Harris. He said to come straight to the hospital."
"Is she ok? She's alright though? Who shot her?..." she started to sob.
"Would you like a lift to the hospital?" Principal Stevens asked awkwardly.
"Is she going to be ok?" she asked her again.
"Lets get you to the hospital."
"IS SHE ALIVE?" Dawn screamed, "TELL ME!"
"Dawn...that's enough. Its not going to help her is it?"
Dawn glared at her through her tears, but realised she was right.
The Principal took her arm and guided her out the office. The bell rang as they got near the English room again.
The door burst open and everyone came rushing out.
"Dawn...What's wrong?" her friend Janice asked.
"That's none of you business Janice" Principal Stevens chided.
Dawn was pale with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Dawn?" Janice said again, following the two towards the door.
"My sister...she...Oh god..."
"What happened?" Janice asked.
"There's been at accident." The Principal told her, hoping to get rid of her.
"It was Warren! Wasn't it! I'll kill him..." Dawn yelled, much to the confusion of Principal Stevens and Janice.
She broke free of the heads grip and dashed for the door, she pulled it open and took off towards the hospital.
Xander paced the corridor outside the door they had taken Buffy through. She had been gone for half an hour and no one had come out.
He heard the sound of running footsteps and Dawn appeared from around the corner.
"Xander..." she sobbed.
He took her in his arms and pulled her close.
"What happened? Is she ok?"
"We were outside the house. Then Warren came around the corner and said something about her not getting away with it...he pulled out a gun and he shot her, in the chest."
Dawn's eyes went wide..."Is she alright though?"
He looked down,
"She was alive Dawn, but...it's not looking good."
Her knees gave way again, and she almost fell to the floor, but Xander caught her.
"She's gonna be ok...she has to be...She's still alive now, or they would have come out of the room..." he said, stroking her hair, trying to comfort her.
He pulled her to a nearby seat and sat her down.
He sat next to her and they hugged, crying on each others shoulders.
"Dawn...Dawn? Wake up!" Xander gave her a shake.
She opened her eyes. "Sorry...tired." She had fallen asleep on Xander's shoulder. She wiped some dribble off his this tee-shirt and sat up.
"The doctor says we can see her now. But Dawn, she's in a critical condition. You have to be ready for the worst." Xander told her gently.
She nodded and stood up.
She knocked softly on the door and entered the room they had taken her in.
Buffy was asleep, a blanket up to her chin. Machines surrounded her and tubes seemed to be everywhere.
"Buffy?" Dawn said softly, taking her hand which had a drip in it.
Dawn gazed down at her older sister, who recently had turned into a surrogate Mother for Dawn. She looked so pale and thin, almost as white as the room she was in.
"Please wake up." Dawn asked though her tears.
Xander put his hand on her shoulder in comfort.
"Is she gonna wake up Xander?" Dawn asked him.
"I...don't know. Maybe, if we talk to her."
"We haven't told Willow, or Spike. They should know."
"Spike. No way." Xander growled.
"I know you don't like him, but...he should know. I mean they were..." she stopped herself.
"Yeah, they were. Until he couldn't take no for an answer." Xander spat.
"What?" Dawn asked, shocked.
"Nothing, I didn't mean..." he said quickly.
"Yes you did, what happened? Tell me!" Dawn demanded.
"He...he tried to force himself on her. She stopped him though. That's the story I got given anyway."
"He did? Oh, I thought...I thought he loved her." Dawn said genuinely shocked. "What do you mean, that's the story you got given? You think Buffy's lying?"
"Oh, god no. I meant, well she was pretty bruised when I found her. No...she would have told me if he had actually..." he trailed off.
"You think he meant to?" Dawn asked, worried that the chipped vampire she called her friend, had done this.
"He's soulless, Dawn. He doesn't care who gets hurt does he?" Xander said bitterly.
"When did this happen? Why wasn't I told." Dawn asked, a little hurt.
"It happened last night. I only knew because I found her in the bathroom. She was crying and had a huge bruise on her leg, like I said. She hasn't told anyone else. Don't be mad at Buffy" he told her.
"I'm not...I'm mad at Spike. When I see him..."
"Dawn..." Xander said gently, looking at Buffy. She stirred a little then opened her eyes slowly.
"Mom?" she whispered.
"Buffy, it's ok. It me, Dawn. And Xander."
Her eyes lost a bit of the glassy look and she focused on Dawn.
"What...happened?" she asked, her voice strained.
"Don't you remember? Warren, he..." Xander told her but didn't want to actually say it.
Buffy slowly nodded.
The nurse came in, "Is she awake? You should have called me."
"She only just woke up." Dawn snapped.
The nurse bustled around, checking the machines and drips.
A doctor strolled through the door.
He saw Buffy awake and smiled.
"Hello..." he started flicking through her charts, searching for her name, "...Buffy."
Xander took Dawn's arm and pulled her out the door.
"Let them check her over."
They sat back on the seat.
"I'm going to find a drinks machine, You want?" Xander asked Dawn.
"No, I'm fine."
He nodded and took off down the corridor. There didn't seem to be any in this particular corridor of intensive care, so he made his way down the long, cold corridor of intensive care in search of the machine.
Sitting outside one room was a familiar redhead.
"Willow?" he asked softly.
She looked up.
"Xander." she breathed.
He pulled her up into his arms. "What happened?" he asked, seeing the blood stains splatted on her white shirt.
"Tara. She was standing talking to me and then...she was on the floor with blood everywhere. She was shot." She started to cry again.
"Is she ok?" he asked.
"She's in surgery. They told me wait here." Willow told him.
"But Xander, the magic, it went through me. I tried not to use it, but somehow we appeared here. Outside the hospital I mean. I gave some old man a scare.."
"Willow," he stopped her, "Buffy got shot too. It was Warren. He had a gun and he shot her in the back garden."
"Warren." Willow seethed, her eyes glowing red again.
"Woah, Will. Your eyes. Don't even go there."
"Is Buffy ok, alive I mean?" Willow asked her eyes returning to their normal colour, after the fury had died down a little.
"I don't know. She just woke up. Dawn's here. I should get back to her. You coming?" he asked.
"No, I'm staying here. But as soon as I've heard about Tara, I'll come see her."
He nodded. "Don't do anything stupid, Will. We'll get our revenge with Tara and Buffy beside us."
A nurse opened the door that Willow was facing.
"Miss Rosenburg? She's just woken up from surgery and she's asking for you." The nurse told her. This time Willow's eyes lit up with joy as she waved to Xander who was walking away.
To be continued...