A Whole Lot of Luck
Summary: You've got a council who likes to abuse their powers. You've also got a very pregnant and cranky slayer. Sit back and watch the fun happen.
Disclaimer: Not even close to my people, well there are a few that are mine and mine alone.but alas they exist in the Joss World so I don't really think that I can claim them.
Rating: I'm bad at this. If I'm wrong tell me, I'll fix. It will probably fluxuate, I know there are some language issues in later chapters.
A/N: The first chapter is for fun. It is cute. The second is the future part that will be dealt with in the third installment of this trilogy. The plot begins in the third chapter and takes off pretty quickly from there.
"So you just put the other one in and wiggle it around," Spike explained.
Dawn watched him carefully and took the tools from his hand.
Dawn was terrible at remembering her house keys and she was worse at putting the spare key back. She had taken to going to the crypt until Buffy came back from work.
"The monks certainly have a sense of humor."
Dawn looked up at him and rolled her eyes.
"I know you think that some one who is a key would at least remember her keys."
She returned to work. Spike was teaching her to pick locks. It wasn't a skill that would go over well with the big sis, but it would save Dawn some trouble.
"Just have patience," Spike instructed, "It may take a bit."
At that second Spike heard the lock pop open.
He looked at Dawn, completely startled. She looked up at him pleased.
"It may take a bit?"
"That isn't normal. It took me an hour the first time."
She smiled, "Well you aren't mystical energy."
"Dawn I think that your talent lay in opening dimensional portals, not house doors. Do it again."
Spike locked the lock and watched as, in a matter of seconds, Dawn had the lock open again.
"This is creepy," he told her.
Dawn looked pointedly at the crypt and raised an eyebrow, "You are hardly one to lecture me on creepiness."
Spike wasn't paying any attention to her. He was rooting around in a foot locker.
"Try this," he said throwing a combination lock into her hands.
It took her a bit longer but soon enough she had the lock open.
Spike looked like he was about ready to jump out of his skin.
"How are you doing this, Nibblet?"
She shrugged, "It just feels right."
"Great, you goin' to start being a cat burglar?"
"That sounds cool."
"Dawn if you ever use this power for evil then I will."
"Once again Spike, you're not one to be lecturing."
Spike opened his mouth with a witty comeback, but then the egg timer dinged.
"Oh goody I can't wait until we see this," Dawn said dragging Spike to the sink. Carefully she washed out the hair dye. Spike muttered constantly as Dawn very attentively washed out his hair.
"What does buggered mean?" Dawn asked as she attempted not to spray water in his ear.
Spike knew he would be in enough trouble for aiding her juvenile delinquency with the picking locks things. He didn't think that it would be a good idea to start teaching her the root of swears.
"It means that I like my hair and I don't know why I let myself be talked into this."
Dawn shut off the water and handed Spike a towel.
"One I know you have been alive forever so time doesn't seem like much, but you're about two decades late for that look. Two, you want to look nice for the woman you're going to spend the rest of her life with. Three, how do you ever sneak up on anyone with a huge beacon at the top of your head. It's hardly inconspicuous. Four, I think of it as my auntly duties. I wouldn't want my father to have platinum hair."
"Gee thanks," Spike muttered, "I like my hair."
"Well you don't have a reflection. Now let me see."
Dawn removed the towel the white blonde was replaced by a golden with tints of strawberry. The hair was momentarily unencumbered by gel. The hair made soft waves as it stuck up everywhere. Dawn smiled.
"No gel tonight. I like it down."
Spike resisted the urge to growl "Anything else?" he said sarcastically.
"Well now that you mention it, the clothes are a bit monochromatic."
Summary: You've got a council who likes to abuse their powers. You've also got a very pregnant and cranky slayer. Sit back and watch the fun happen.
Disclaimer: Not even close to my people, well there are a few that are mine and mine alone.but alas they exist in the Joss World so I don't really think that I can claim them.
Rating: I'm bad at this. If I'm wrong tell me, I'll fix. It will probably fluxuate, I know there are some language issues in later chapters.
A/N: The first chapter is for fun. It is cute. The second is the future part that will be dealt with in the third installment of this trilogy. The plot begins in the third chapter and takes off pretty quickly from there.
"So you just put the other one in and wiggle it around," Spike explained.
Dawn watched him carefully and took the tools from his hand.
Dawn was terrible at remembering her house keys and she was worse at putting the spare key back. She had taken to going to the crypt until Buffy came back from work.
"The monks certainly have a sense of humor."
Dawn looked up at him and rolled her eyes.
"I know you think that some one who is a key would at least remember her keys."
She returned to work. Spike was teaching her to pick locks. It wasn't a skill that would go over well with the big sis, but it would save Dawn some trouble.
"Just have patience," Spike instructed, "It may take a bit."
At that second Spike heard the lock pop open.
He looked at Dawn, completely startled. She looked up at him pleased.
"It may take a bit?"
"That isn't normal. It took me an hour the first time."
She smiled, "Well you aren't mystical energy."
"Dawn I think that your talent lay in opening dimensional portals, not house doors. Do it again."
Spike locked the lock and watched as, in a matter of seconds, Dawn had the lock open again.
"This is creepy," he told her.
Dawn looked pointedly at the crypt and raised an eyebrow, "You are hardly one to lecture me on creepiness."
Spike wasn't paying any attention to her. He was rooting around in a foot locker.
"Try this," he said throwing a combination lock into her hands.
It took her a bit longer but soon enough she had the lock open.
Spike looked like he was about ready to jump out of his skin.
"How are you doing this, Nibblet?"
She shrugged, "It just feels right."
"Great, you goin' to start being a cat burglar?"
"That sounds cool."
"Dawn if you ever use this power for evil then I will."
"Once again Spike, you're not one to be lecturing."
Spike opened his mouth with a witty comeback, but then the egg timer dinged.
"Oh goody I can't wait until we see this," Dawn said dragging Spike to the sink. Carefully she washed out the hair dye. Spike muttered constantly as Dawn very attentively washed out his hair.
"What does buggered mean?" Dawn asked as she attempted not to spray water in his ear.
Spike knew he would be in enough trouble for aiding her juvenile delinquency with the picking locks things. He didn't think that it would be a good idea to start teaching her the root of swears.
"It means that I like my hair and I don't know why I let myself be talked into this."
Dawn shut off the water and handed Spike a towel.
"One I know you have been alive forever so time doesn't seem like much, but you're about two decades late for that look. Two, you want to look nice for the woman you're going to spend the rest of her life with. Three, how do you ever sneak up on anyone with a huge beacon at the top of your head. It's hardly inconspicuous. Four, I think of it as my auntly duties. I wouldn't want my father to have platinum hair."
"Gee thanks," Spike muttered, "I like my hair."
"Well you don't have a reflection. Now let me see."
Dawn removed the towel the white blonde was replaced by a golden with tints of strawberry. The hair was momentarily unencumbered by gel. The hair made soft waves as it stuck up everywhere. Dawn smiled.
"No gel tonight. I like it down."
Spike resisted the urge to growl "Anything else?" he said sarcastically.
"Well now that you mention it, the clothes are a bit monochromatic."