Title: Family
Author: RedWitch
Rated: PG
Pairing: Spike/Dawn friendship
Summary: Spike finds someone crying at her sister's grave.
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing! Wish I did.
Feedback: PLEASE!
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
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Spike walked over the many graves looking for hers. Looking for the gave, the one that said; Buffy Anne Summers.
"Buffy. I miss you so much."
Spike stopped to listen to the crying voice he heard. He looked over the bushes that hide the tombstone. He saw Dawn kneeling in front of her sister's grave.
"Nobody wants to be around me. I'm not like you. I'm not popular, or pretty. Willow and Tara didn't hang around here. They went on some spiritual Wicca thingy, I'm not really sure. They wasted no time getting out of here. Xander and Anya are married. I know it seems sudden; it's only been 5 months since you jumped. They have a shop in LA, and Anya's pregnant. Giles, well he left for England the day after your funeral." Dawn began to sob even more, "Nobody cares about me. Even Spike doesn't want to hand around. He hates me. I killed you and he loved you, so now he hates me because I made you jump!"
Spike had had enough of the girl blaming herself, "Don't you think that! Don't you ever Bloody think that?"
"Why don't you come by anymore then?"
"I thought you blamed me for your big sis' death. I mean it was my job to protect you. If I had done what she had asked, she wouldn't have had to jump."
Dawn and Spike stood in silence. Both of them blamed themselves for her death. Finally Dawn broke it.
"Do you think she's in Hell? I mean, when Angel died for trying to end the world he went to Hell." Dawn wiped the tears from her eyes, but more still came. "Do you think she's being tortured?"
"Ah, Nibblet," Spike pulled the crying girl into a hug. "I'm sure she's in heaven. You know, she was a Slayer, a very good one too. She did a lot of good."
"You really think so?"
"'Course, now let me walk you home. You shouldn't be out at night. You know better," the blond vampire wrapped his arm around Dawn, "So, how's the foster family?"
"A nightmare," she rested her head on his shoulder. "They call me their daughter. They watch me all the time. I'm also supposes to call the 'mom' and 'dad'. I hate it there so much!"
"It'll get better Bit."
"Only because it can't get any worse?"
"No," he saw Dawn give him a look, "Fine, yea."
The girl smiled, "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For being here when I needed you the most," Dawn tired to open the door, "Damn. I thought I left it unlocked."
Then the door sung open and a very mad coupled stepped outside. "Dawn Hanson! Where have you been? And who is this?" Mrs. Hanson's voice screeched as she eyed Spike.
Mr. Hanson was equally mad, "I thought we told you to introduce us to all of your friends before you go out with any."
"First of all my name is Dawn SUMMERS," Dawn told her foster family, "And this, this is Spike. And he's not my friend."
Spike's face fell. Was she still mad at him? Or was it an act, to fool the Hanson's.
Dawn walked into the house with the couple, "He's my family."
(A/N- This is my first FanFic. I want to know what you think. Send your feedback. PLEASE!)
Author: RedWitch
Rated: PG
Pairing: Spike/Dawn friendship
Summary: Spike finds someone crying at her sister's grave.
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing! Wish I did.
Feedback: PLEASE!
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike walked over the many graves looking for hers. Looking for the gave, the one that said; Buffy Anne Summers.
"Buffy. I miss you so much."
Spike stopped to listen to the crying voice he heard. He looked over the bushes that hide the tombstone. He saw Dawn kneeling in front of her sister's grave.
"Nobody wants to be around me. I'm not like you. I'm not popular, or pretty. Willow and Tara didn't hang around here. They went on some spiritual Wicca thingy, I'm not really sure. They wasted no time getting out of here. Xander and Anya are married. I know it seems sudden; it's only been 5 months since you jumped. They have a shop in LA, and Anya's pregnant. Giles, well he left for England the day after your funeral." Dawn began to sob even more, "Nobody cares about me. Even Spike doesn't want to hand around. He hates me. I killed you and he loved you, so now he hates me because I made you jump!"
Spike had had enough of the girl blaming herself, "Don't you think that! Don't you ever Bloody think that?"
"Why don't you come by anymore then?"
"I thought you blamed me for your big sis' death. I mean it was my job to protect you. If I had done what she had asked, she wouldn't have had to jump."
Dawn and Spike stood in silence. Both of them blamed themselves for her death. Finally Dawn broke it.
"Do you think she's in Hell? I mean, when Angel died for trying to end the world he went to Hell." Dawn wiped the tears from her eyes, but more still came. "Do you think she's being tortured?"
"Ah, Nibblet," Spike pulled the crying girl into a hug. "I'm sure she's in heaven. You know, she was a Slayer, a very good one too. She did a lot of good."
"You really think so?"
"'Course, now let me walk you home. You shouldn't be out at night. You know better," the blond vampire wrapped his arm around Dawn, "So, how's the foster family?"
"A nightmare," she rested her head on his shoulder. "They call me their daughter. They watch me all the time. I'm also supposes to call the 'mom' and 'dad'. I hate it there so much!"
"It'll get better Bit."
"Only because it can't get any worse?"
"No," he saw Dawn give him a look, "Fine, yea."
The girl smiled, "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For being here when I needed you the most," Dawn tired to open the door, "Damn. I thought I left it unlocked."
Then the door sung open and a very mad coupled stepped outside. "Dawn Hanson! Where have you been? And who is this?" Mrs. Hanson's voice screeched as she eyed Spike.
Mr. Hanson was equally mad, "I thought we told you to introduce us to all of your friends before you go out with any."
"First of all my name is Dawn SUMMERS," Dawn told her foster family, "And this, this is Spike. And he's not my friend."
Spike's face fell. Was she still mad at him? Or was it an act, to fool the Hanson's.
Dawn walked into the house with the couple, "He's my family."
(A/N- This is my first FanFic. I want to know what you think. Send your feedback. PLEASE!)