Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox,
etc... except of course the ones I make up.
Summary: While Dawn is dealing with balancing school, slaying and dating, Buffy and Spike are dealing with their relation. And all together they are dealing with impending apocalypse.
Spoilers: Well, it takes place about a year and a half after "Normal Again", but it's pretty AU. Xander and Anya are married and Tara is alive.
Continuity: It's the sequel to "The Delegation of Aurelius". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It sort of just picks up where "TDoA" left off.
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APOCALYPSE NOW... AGAIN
Chapter 23: Aftershock
Everything was fine. In the most abstract sense of the word, everything was fine.
There was of course the aftershock earth tremors every few hours for about a week after the battle, but very few people noticed them. Mostly it was just vampires and demons, and the Slayers of course.
Willow was doing fine as well. Despite the frequent head splitting migraines that she was suffering from, she was doing much better. It took her a few days after the spell to fully recollect the events of the evening. Everyone gave her time and space and rest, and Tara cried a lot. Fortunately for everyone, Willow didn't fall into the darkness that Tara had feared that she would. Once she had gotten better, she decided to buy a piano, no one questioned her reasoning, and Buffy figured having a musical instrument in the house couldn't hurt, even if no one knew how to play it. Someone would learn, she decided.
Janice and David recovered well. Since they had never faced an apocalypse before, Buffy and Dawn decided that they were handling it exceptionally well.
After finding out that Ayanathla had been killed, Anya became quiet for days. She spoke little, and spent much of the time with her hand on her stomach, caressing the spot. Eventually she began to talk again in the way that only she could; it was like nothing had ever happened.
Once Anya began talking again and Willow came out of her weeklong daze, everything seemed to be back to normal. Only the bad guys were dead, and everyone seemed for the most part, happy.
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Dawn rolled over in her bed and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at her clock, which told her it was ten o'clock in the morning.
"Saturday," she smiled to herself.
The Slayer sat up and yawned. She kicked her legs over the bed and placed her feet into her fuzzy blue slippers. She walked lazily down the stairs to the sweet smell of Tara making pancakes.
"Morning," Tara greeted the girl with pleasant grin. "Round or funny shapes?"
Dawn laughed, "the stomach knows no difference."
Tara giggled and went back to what she was doing. Willow was pouring glassed of orange juice and Spike was sitting at the island, reading the newspaper and sipping some mystery liquid out of a mug. When Dawn got close enough, she saw that it was only coffee. She absently picked it up and took a long sip.
"Hey!"
"What?"
"I was drinking that!"
"Well maybe if you stuck to blood then people wouldn't be drinking your stuff."
"Not people, Nibblet, just you," he said, poking her in the side. She laughed and jumped back, grabbing a glass of orange juice as she did.
"Is Buffy still sleeping?" Dawn asked.
"No," Spike answered plainly, his attention more on the newspaper than on the girl. "She's up. I don't know what she's still doing up stairs but she's awake."
"Well the pancakes are done," Tara informed the group. "Dawn, would you just run up and let Buffy know for me?"
Dawn nodded, "sure," and ran upstairs.
She knocked on her sister's door and opened it cautiously when there no response. "Buffy?"
The elder Slayer suddenly came storming out of the bathroom, fretting about something. When she saw Dawn standing there she just stopped. She looked into her sister's eyes and Dawn could see that Buffy's were glistening with unshed tears.
"Buffy? What's wrong?"
Buffy wiped her eyes, desperately trying to hide the fact that something was obviously bothering her.
"It's nothing, Dawnie, don't worry about it, okay."
"Buffy, I worry. You're not crying for nothing."
"Dawn, please, I can't talk about it right now. Let's just go downstairs."
Buffy attempted to just simply walk briskly past her sister, but Dawn wouldn't let it go that easily. She grabbed her arm and pulled her back around to face her.
"Buffy please. If something's wrong, you know you can talk to me," Dawn pleaded with her eyes, "you can tell me anything."
Tears suddenly began to fall slowly from Buffy's eyes as she faced her sister, mustering all the courage that she could.
"Dawn, I'm pregnant."
END
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Wow. What a ride. I can't believe I'm finished. But never fear, I have a sequel called "Family" that I will be posting shortly. And remember, many reviews equals a happy writer, and a happy writer makes a fast writer, so the more reviews I get, that faster I will post it.
Summary: While Dawn is dealing with balancing school, slaying and dating, Buffy and Spike are dealing with their relation. And all together they are dealing with impending apocalypse.
Spoilers: Well, it takes place about a year and a half after "Normal Again", but it's pretty AU. Xander and Anya are married and Tara is alive.
Continuity: It's the sequel to "The Delegation of Aurelius". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It sort of just picks up where "TDoA" left off.
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APOCALYPSE NOW... AGAIN
Chapter 23: Aftershock
Everything was fine. In the most abstract sense of the word, everything was fine.
There was of course the aftershock earth tremors every few hours for about a week after the battle, but very few people noticed them. Mostly it was just vampires and demons, and the Slayers of course.
Willow was doing fine as well. Despite the frequent head splitting migraines that she was suffering from, she was doing much better. It took her a few days after the spell to fully recollect the events of the evening. Everyone gave her time and space and rest, and Tara cried a lot. Fortunately for everyone, Willow didn't fall into the darkness that Tara had feared that she would. Once she had gotten better, she decided to buy a piano, no one questioned her reasoning, and Buffy figured having a musical instrument in the house couldn't hurt, even if no one knew how to play it. Someone would learn, she decided.
Janice and David recovered well. Since they had never faced an apocalypse before, Buffy and Dawn decided that they were handling it exceptionally well.
After finding out that Ayanathla had been killed, Anya became quiet for days. She spoke little, and spent much of the time with her hand on her stomach, caressing the spot. Eventually she began to talk again in the way that only she could; it was like nothing had ever happened.
Once Anya began talking again and Willow came out of her weeklong daze, everything seemed to be back to normal. Only the bad guys were dead, and everyone seemed for the most part, happy.
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Dawn rolled over in her bed and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at her clock, which told her it was ten o'clock in the morning.
"Saturday," she smiled to herself.
The Slayer sat up and yawned. She kicked her legs over the bed and placed her feet into her fuzzy blue slippers. She walked lazily down the stairs to the sweet smell of Tara making pancakes.
"Morning," Tara greeted the girl with pleasant grin. "Round or funny shapes?"
Dawn laughed, "the stomach knows no difference."
Tara giggled and went back to what she was doing. Willow was pouring glassed of orange juice and Spike was sitting at the island, reading the newspaper and sipping some mystery liquid out of a mug. When Dawn got close enough, she saw that it was only coffee. She absently picked it up and took a long sip.
"Hey!"
"What?"
"I was drinking that!"
"Well maybe if you stuck to blood then people wouldn't be drinking your stuff."
"Not people, Nibblet, just you," he said, poking her in the side. She laughed and jumped back, grabbing a glass of orange juice as she did.
"Is Buffy still sleeping?" Dawn asked.
"No," Spike answered plainly, his attention more on the newspaper than on the girl. "She's up. I don't know what she's still doing up stairs but she's awake."
"Well the pancakes are done," Tara informed the group. "Dawn, would you just run up and let Buffy know for me?"
Dawn nodded, "sure," and ran upstairs.
She knocked on her sister's door and opened it cautiously when there no response. "Buffy?"
The elder Slayer suddenly came storming out of the bathroom, fretting about something. When she saw Dawn standing there she just stopped. She looked into her sister's eyes and Dawn could see that Buffy's were glistening with unshed tears.
"Buffy? What's wrong?"
Buffy wiped her eyes, desperately trying to hide the fact that something was obviously bothering her.
"It's nothing, Dawnie, don't worry about it, okay."
"Buffy, I worry. You're not crying for nothing."
"Dawn, please, I can't talk about it right now. Let's just go downstairs."
Buffy attempted to just simply walk briskly past her sister, but Dawn wouldn't let it go that easily. She grabbed her arm and pulled her back around to face her.
"Buffy please. If something's wrong, you know you can talk to me," Dawn pleaded with her eyes, "you can tell me anything."
Tears suddenly began to fall slowly from Buffy's eyes as she faced her sister, mustering all the courage that she could.
"Dawn, I'm pregnant."
END
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Wow. What a ride. I can't believe I'm finished. But never fear, I have a sequel called "Family" that I will be posting shortly. And remember, many reviews equals a happy writer, and a happy writer makes a fast writer, so the more reviews I get, that faster I will post it.