Title: Underneath It All
Rating: R (May go higher later on)
Shipper: Dawn and Connor of course
Disclaimer: If I own Angel/BTVS or/and their characters, would I really
being writing silly fics? No. I don't own anything except the plot line.
UPN and Joss and whoever else owns them, not me. So there. I disclaim.
Summary: Buffy sends Dawn to LA under Angel's protection, afraid of
another 'key' card being pulled on them from the first. Dawn unwillingly
goes to LA, and her secrets start to be unraveled as she lets the LA team
get close to her, and they see things that even her 'family' have never
seen.
A/N: Set during season 7 of BTVS, and the beginning of season 4 of Angel. Basically everything up until the slayers-in-training started heading into Sunnydale, and the beginning of Angel, so Cordy's back with her memory, but she and connor never slept together, and The Beast was killed, so the LA team are trying to help with the First...but from a distance. I'm not a big Buffy fan, so there will probably be bashing, don't take offense, it's just how I am. Oh And Spike and Dawn have returned to normal, as well as Angel and Connor having an 'ok' relationship.
~* Prologue *~
~*~*~*~*~*~
A teenage girl stood in the middle of a large lobby, bags set down by her feet as she looked around. Long light brown hair swung past her shoulders in slight waves and framed a beautiful, rounded face that had a look of amazement on it. Big blue eyes gazed around at the size of everything, full pink lips parted slightly, a hint of sadness carved into her eyes. She stood somewhat tall, the awkward lankiness that should have been there, having disappeared not so long ago, replaced with subtle curves. She wore a pair of faded flared jeans that hung slightly off her hips with a black tank-top that showed off a bit a skin between the shirt and pants. A denim jacket covering the tank top.
She looked like the everyday normal 16 year old girl, but she was so much more. She was the slayers kid sis, she was a key...*the* Key to all dimensions. She was wanted by hellgods and used for rituals. She was made of a magical energy that had probably killed thousands of people and dimensions since before time itself.
"Can I help- Dawn?" Angel paused at the end of the stairs as the young woman who had previously had her back to him, turned around. He wouldn't have recgonized if not for those blue eyes, he would remember them anywhere.
"Angel.." Dawn smiled slightly, but it was a weak shot at being kind. She hadn't wanted to come, but she hadn't really wanted to stay back and fight either. She was tired of everything, of people dying, of her being wisked off for protection, of the world almost ending.
It was stressful and she just wanted it to stop. No one knew that she was battling with depression, that she felt it all the time, that her smiles were fake and all for show. No one knew that sometimes, to keep out the emotional pain, that she'd cut herself. Even when she wore short sleeve shirts and her scars showed....no one suspected a thing, and maybe that's what made it all that much more sad.
Of course Spike didn't fit into that category. He knew it all. He'd seen her cuts, he knew of her depression, and he tried. He honestly tried to help her and she appreciated that more than anything. But nothing helped, and...and she wished it was over.
Did it really make her twisted and messed up that she just wanted it all to be over, for everything to end so she could rest. She didn't have a slayers job...but it was too hard, holding this energy in all the time, pretending to not be anything, pretending that the key part of her was gone, when all along, she was trying to stop herself from evolving the way she knew she had too.
"Your all grown up..." Cordy said with a soft smile as she walked down the stairs behind Angel, bringing Dawn out of her thoughts. "I shouldn't be surprised though, considering this is the first time I've seen you in 4 years, of course you should look older. Gotta say you have better fashion sense than CryBuffy though."
"Hey Cordelia." She felt uncomfortable now. She didn't want everyone that she had known when she was younger telling her how grown up she was. But she engaged in conversation with the two, mainly keeping the subject off her and Sunnydale, and asking alot of questions about them and LA. She knew they had been told about the happenings in Sunnydale, but she also knew they only knew about the current situation. They had no clue of what had happened in past couple of years and she doubted they knew everything about her.
Before she knew it, she was being left alone in a room to unpack. The room was bigger than her own in Sunnydale, and even had it's own bathroom.
'That's a plus.' She thought as she began to unpack everything. She never saw an older boy gazing in her room through the crack in the door, watching her with fascination. But she did feel the pricklings she got whenever someone watched her and when she turned around, all she found was her door cracked open and nothing else.
TBC
A/N: Set during season 7 of BTVS, and the beginning of season 4 of Angel. Basically everything up until the slayers-in-training started heading into Sunnydale, and the beginning of Angel, so Cordy's back with her memory, but she and connor never slept together, and The Beast was killed, so the LA team are trying to help with the First...but from a distance. I'm not a big Buffy fan, so there will probably be bashing, don't take offense, it's just how I am. Oh And Spike and Dawn have returned to normal, as well as Angel and Connor having an 'ok' relationship.
~* Prologue *~
~*~*~*~*~*~
A teenage girl stood in the middle of a large lobby, bags set down by her feet as she looked around. Long light brown hair swung past her shoulders in slight waves and framed a beautiful, rounded face that had a look of amazement on it. Big blue eyes gazed around at the size of everything, full pink lips parted slightly, a hint of sadness carved into her eyes. She stood somewhat tall, the awkward lankiness that should have been there, having disappeared not so long ago, replaced with subtle curves. She wore a pair of faded flared jeans that hung slightly off her hips with a black tank-top that showed off a bit a skin between the shirt and pants. A denim jacket covering the tank top.
She looked like the everyday normal 16 year old girl, but she was so much more. She was the slayers kid sis, she was a key...*the* Key to all dimensions. She was wanted by hellgods and used for rituals. She was made of a magical energy that had probably killed thousands of people and dimensions since before time itself.
"Can I help- Dawn?" Angel paused at the end of the stairs as the young woman who had previously had her back to him, turned around. He wouldn't have recgonized if not for those blue eyes, he would remember them anywhere.
"Angel.." Dawn smiled slightly, but it was a weak shot at being kind. She hadn't wanted to come, but she hadn't really wanted to stay back and fight either. She was tired of everything, of people dying, of her being wisked off for protection, of the world almost ending.
It was stressful and she just wanted it to stop. No one knew that she was battling with depression, that she felt it all the time, that her smiles were fake and all for show. No one knew that sometimes, to keep out the emotional pain, that she'd cut herself. Even when she wore short sleeve shirts and her scars showed....no one suspected a thing, and maybe that's what made it all that much more sad.
Of course Spike didn't fit into that category. He knew it all. He'd seen her cuts, he knew of her depression, and he tried. He honestly tried to help her and she appreciated that more than anything. But nothing helped, and...and she wished it was over.
Did it really make her twisted and messed up that she just wanted it all to be over, for everything to end so she could rest. She didn't have a slayers job...but it was too hard, holding this energy in all the time, pretending to not be anything, pretending that the key part of her was gone, when all along, she was trying to stop herself from evolving the way she knew she had too.
"Your all grown up..." Cordy said with a soft smile as she walked down the stairs behind Angel, bringing Dawn out of her thoughts. "I shouldn't be surprised though, considering this is the first time I've seen you in 4 years, of course you should look older. Gotta say you have better fashion sense than CryBuffy though."
"Hey Cordelia." She felt uncomfortable now. She didn't want everyone that she had known when she was younger telling her how grown up she was. But she engaged in conversation with the two, mainly keeping the subject off her and Sunnydale, and asking alot of questions about them and LA. She knew they had been told about the happenings in Sunnydale, but she also knew they only knew about the current situation. They had no clue of what had happened in past couple of years and she doubted they knew everything about her.
Before she knew it, she was being left alone in a room to unpack. The room was bigger than her own in Sunnydale, and even had it's own bathroom.
'That's a plus.' She thought as she began to unpack everything. She never saw an older boy gazing in her room through the crack in the door, watching her with fascination. But she did feel the pricklings she got whenever someone watched her and when she turned around, all she found was her door cracked open and nothing else.
TBC