The New Slayer
Chapter 4
Complications.
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own the rights to Buffy.
Author's Notes: Hello friends, I just wanted to let everybody know that I do not intend this to be an Angel crossover, yet he will be appearing later in this story. Don't worry, for those of you who hate Wesley (probably as much as I do) I will not be bringing him into any of these stories.
Dawn helped Xander through the front door of the Summer's house.
"What happened?" Willow stood up in surprise at Xander's appearance.
Xander coughed, "Got into a fight with Spike," he paused for a second, "Maybe I'm more hurt than I realized."
"Do you need a doctor?"
"I wanted to take him to the hospital," Dawn spoke up.
"I'm going to take Xander to the hospital," Willow stated, "You should probably go find Anya. She has some info for you."
Dawn nodded, "Okay, but what about Xander?"
Xander smiled, "Don't worry, kiddo, I'm in good hands."
"Don't worry, I'll stay with him in the hospital," Willow offered, "Until you can get there."
"All right, I guess that works," Dawn stated.
Willow smiled, "Don't worry about it."
Dawn stood there, massaging the back of her neck for a second, "Did Anya say where she'd be?"
"Probably in her apartment."
Dawn nodded, "Okay, I'm going." She started jogging to Anya's apartment. Since it was well after sunrise, there would be no vamps out.
"Come on," Willow smiled at Xander, "Let's get to the hospital."
After writing a note to Tara explaining where she went, Willow helped Xander into her station wagon.
"Ahh, the scoob-mobile," Xander said, smiling.
"Yeah," Willow said, starting the car. "So, what happened?"
Xander shrugged, "Spike and Drusilla attacked Dawn last night, in front of Willy's."
Willow made a face, "I knew the Slayer job was too much for Dawn."
Xander shook his head, "No, she did quite well for an ambush."
"I still think there could've been a better choice," Willow stared at the road, "I mean after all, Sunnydale is bad enough as it is."
"I agree, Cordy should have never become the mayor."
She shot a look at Xander, "That's not what I mean."
"I know, but to tell you the truth, Dawn was the logical one to become a Slayer." He shrugged, "So she's a rogue Slayer, wasn't Buffy one?"
"Buffy had everything to handle it."
"So does Dawn, it's the same story," Xander closed his eyes.
"I guess you're right." Willow thought for a second, "How did Spike do that to you?" There was no answer. "Xander, how did Spike hurt you?"
She looked over and saw that Xander had slumped down.
"Crap," She whispered and stepped on the gas. She knew she had to get Xander to the hospital as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, Dawn got to Anya's house within a few minutes. She let herself in and stretched out on the couch, waiting for her watcher to show up. After five minutes, she grew impatient and started walking the apartment.
Anya's room stood at the end of the hall, naturally since it was Anya's, it was as neat as a pin. The only thing out of place was a journal that sat on the king sized bed. Naturally, Dawn flopped down on the bed and picked up the journal.
"Hmm, she wrote today," Dawn said to herself, "I can't believe the growth that has happened in Dawn within the past few months. At first she was bratty and refused every method of learning. However, with the power of the Slayer, she becomes more and more like Buffy each day…well maybe not Buffy, more like Faith I guess."
Dawn paused to grasp what Anya was writing. Then she continued reading, soon she fell asleep on Anya's bed.
About an hour later, Anya walked through the door and found Dawn there. Anya just returned from jogging, and she felt that a nice shower was in order.
"What are you doing?" She asked loudly enough to wake Dawn.
"Huh?" Dawn lifted her head, "where am I?"
Anya shrugged, "My apartment. The question is, what are you doing here?"
"Willow told me to come talk to you about something."
"Yeah, the orb probably."
"What is this?" Dawn asked, referring to the journal.
"That?" Anya shrugged, "It's my watcher's journal. Giles said that most watchers keep one. That way we can keep tabs on the Slayer's we watch."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I called Giles about three times since you became my Slayer. He's been filling me in on the whole Rogue Watcher thing."
"We should just go legit."
"Forget it, I don't want to be among some stuffy old men who call themselves the Watcher's Council." Anya sat down on the bed, "besides, we're doing just fine."
"I don't know about that."
"Come on," Anya put her arm around Dawn, "So it's taking awhile, you don't think that Buffy learned all her skills at once. I mean, she could have, being a super human and all."
"This isn't helping."
"Sorry, I'm just saying that we should try to give it a little more time." Anya paused, "So do you wanna hear about the orb or not?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
Anya paused, "Well, after having a talk with Willow, we believe that the orb could be right here in Sunnydale."
"Who here would want it?"
"How about a little twerpy man who runs the bar?"
"Willy?" Dawn cracked up laughing. "I don't know about that."
"Well, it's just a suggestion." Anya became thoughtful, "After all, he did try to kill the last mayor here."
"True."
"We'll both go tonight, okay?"
"Sure."
Just then, there was a knock at the front door.
"Better get that," Anya muttered, walking out of the room.
Dawn remained on Anya's bed, she flipped through a few more pages of the Watcher's Journal before Anya came back, teary eyed.
"What's wrong?"
Anya had trouble answering, "Xander's in the hospital. There were a few complications from his wounds apparently."
Dawn sat up and grabbed her jacket, "We have to go."
Anya shook her head, "Tara's outside waiting for you. You go ahead and I'll get there as soon as possible."
"What are you gonna do?" Dawn asked, apprehensively.
"I'm going after Spike now, it's daylight."
Anya shooed Dawn out of her room and then took a crossbow from her closet. "You made a mistake there, Spike," Anya said, checking her crossbow.
Chapter 4
Complications.
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own the rights to Buffy.
Author's Notes: Hello friends, I just wanted to let everybody know that I do not intend this to be an Angel crossover, yet he will be appearing later in this story. Don't worry, for those of you who hate Wesley (probably as much as I do) I will not be bringing him into any of these stories.
Dawn helped Xander through the front door of the Summer's house.
"What happened?" Willow stood up in surprise at Xander's appearance.
Xander coughed, "Got into a fight with Spike," he paused for a second, "Maybe I'm more hurt than I realized."
"Do you need a doctor?"
"I wanted to take him to the hospital," Dawn spoke up.
"I'm going to take Xander to the hospital," Willow stated, "You should probably go find Anya. She has some info for you."
Dawn nodded, "Okay, but what about Xander?"
Xander smiled, "Don't worry, kiddo, I'm in good hands."
"Don't worry, I'll stay with him in the hospital," Willow offered, "Until you can get there."
"All right, I guess that works," Dawn stated.
Willow smiled, "Don't worry about it."
Dawn stood there, massaging the back of her neck for a second, "Did Anya say where she'd be?"
"Probably in her apartment."
Dawn nodded, "Okay, I'm going." She started jogging to Anya's apartment. Since it was well after sunrise, there would be no vamps out.
"Come on," Willow smiled at Xander, "Let's get to the hospital."
After writing a note to Tara explaining where she went, Willow helped Xander into her station wagon.
"Ahh, the scoob-mobile," Xander said, smiling.
"Yeah," Willow said, starting the car. "So, what happened?"
Xander shrugged, "Spike and Drusilla attacked Dawn last night, in front of Willy's."
Willow made a face, "I knew the Slayer job was too much for Dawn."
Xander shook his head, "No, she did quite well for an ambush."
"I still think there could've been a better choice," Willow stared at the road, "I mean after all, Sunnydale is bad enough as it is."
"I agree, Cordy should have never become the mayor."
She shot a look at Xander, "That's not what I mean."
"I know, but to tell you the truth, Dawn was the logical one to become a Slayer." He shrugged, "So she's a rogue Slayer, wasn't Buffy one?"
"Buffy had everything to handle it."
"So does Dawn, it's the same story," Xander closed his eyes.
"I guess you're right." Willow thought for a second, "How did Spike do that to you?" There was no answer. "Xander, how did Spike hurt you?"
She looked over and saw that Xander had slumped down.
"Crap," She whispered and stepped on the gas. She knew she had to get Xander to the hospital as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, Dawn got to Anya's house within a few minutes. She let herself in and stretched out on the couch, waiting for her watcher to show up. After five minutes, she grew impatient and started walking the apartment.
Anya's room stood at the end of the hall, naturally since it was Anya's, it was as neat as a pin. The only thing out of place was a journal that sat on the king sized bed. Naturally, Dawn flopped down on the bed and picked up the journal.
"Hmm, she wrote today," Dawn said to herself, "I can't believe the growth that has happened in Dawn within the past few months. At first she was bratty and refused every method of learning. However, with the power of the Slayer, she becomes more and more like Buffy each day…well maybe not Buffy, more like Faith I guess."
Dawn paused to grasp what Anya was writing. Then she continued reading, soon she fell asleep on Anya's bed.
About an hour later, Anya walked through the door and found Dawn there. Anya just returned from jogging, and she felt that a nice shower was in order.
"What are you doing?" She asked loudly enough to wake Dawn.
"Huh?" Dawn lifted her head, "where am I?"
Anya shrugged, "My apartment. The question is, what are you doing here?"
"Willow told me to come talk to you about something."
"Yeah, the orb probably."
"What is this?" Dawn asked, referring to the journal.
"That?" Anya shrugged, "It's my watcher's journal. Giles said that most watchers keep one. That way we can keep tabs on the Slayer's we watch."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I called Giles about three times since you became my Slayer. He's been filling me in on the whole Rogue Watcher thing."
"We should just go legit."
"Forget it, I don't want to be among some stuffy old men who call themselves the Watcher's Council." Anya sat down on the bed, "besides, we're doing just fine."
"I don't know about that."
"Come on," Anya put her arm around Dawn, "So it's taking awhile, you don't think that Buffy learned all her skills at once. I mean, she could have, being a super human and all."
"This isn't helping."
"Sorry, I'm just saying that we should try to give it a little more time." Anya paused, "So do you wanna hear about the orb or not?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
Anya paused, "Well, after having a talk with Willow, we believe that the orb could be right here in Sunnydale."
"Who here would want it?"
"How about a little twerpy man who runs the bar?"
"Willy?" Dawn cracked up laughing. "I don't know about that."
"Well, it's just a suggestion." Anya became thoughtful, "After all, he did try to kill the last mayor here."
"True."
"We'll both go tonight, okay?"
"Sure."
Just then, there was a knock at the front door.
"Better get that," Anya muttered, walking out of the room.
Dawn remained on Anya's bed, she flipped through a few more pages of the Watcher's Journal before Anya came back, teary eyed.
"What's wrong?"
Anya had trouble answering, "Xander's in the hospital. There were a few complications from his wounds apparently."
Dawn sat up and grabbed her jacket, "We have to go."
Anya shook her head, "Tara's outside waiting for you. You go ahead and I'll get there as soon as possible."
"What are you gonna do?" Dawn asked, apprehensively.
"I'm going after Spike now, it's daylight."
Anya shooed Dawn out of her room and then took a crossbow from her closet. "You made a mistake there, Spike," Anya said, checking her crossbow.