Disclaimer: Joss owns all, for now. He's a rat bastard who got me hooked
on show tunes, especially his. *glares* For now, he owns all characters,
and some dialog that takes place in the beginning. But I will prevail. Just
watch….
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You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
"How Soon is Now?", t.A.T.u
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"Dawn? Dawn!" Aidan yells as he ran through St. Vincent's St Mary's graveyard. She'd been gone for over an hour and Aidan, being the best friend he was, was worried about her. Rounding the bend, Aidan saw Dawn lying on the ground. Furrowing his brow, he hurried toward her. A sense of foreboding squeezed harshly in his chest. Pushing the feeling away, he kept his eyes trained on his prize, his best friend.
The air smelt of brimstone and sulfur. Sticking the random fact in the back of his mind, Aidan hurried to Dawn's side. After checking the see if she was still breathing, he pulled her into his arms. The two sat under the shade of the weeping willow, the sun setting behind them.
If Dawn weren't unconscious, Aidan would be in bliss, a very nice bliss in fact. Dawn's china doll skin, with just a hint of redness in the cheeks, glowed palely in the bit of sunlight that was left. Her lips, colored in a faint golden color, and reminded him slightly of a peach. Biting back a sigh, Aidan hugged Dawn around the shoulders, blocking the harsh assault of the wind sweeping over her prone form.
"Aidan?" Dawn's eyes fluttered open, only to find her best friend looking down at her, a worried look in his eyes.
Aidan smiled, happy that his friend seemed to be okay. "Welcome back to the land of the living. Did you have a nice trip?" he asked Dawn stand up before scrambling up himself.
Dawn scowled at his attempt at humor as she braced herself against her friend. Looking at her watch, her scowl deepened. "Fuck, my father is supposed to pick me up in fifteen minutes."
As she tried to walk away, Aidan held her back. "I'm walking with you. You were unconscious when I found you. You are in no shape to walk alone. Besides, I think Mr. Chase already left," he referred to Connor, who used Cordelia's last name since his high school days.
Dawn grinned at her best friend, "Thanks. Its times like this I'm really glad you're my best friend."
Aidan grinned weakly, "I'm glad you're my best friend too," he said cheerily, but inside he felt like crying on the inside.
They walked in an amicable silence towards the school's parking lot.
"I thought you said Connor already went home?" Dawn gave Aidan a look of curiosity.
He just grinned back at her, "I know I did. But I wanna show you something, besides, I think it will be useful in a situation like this." Patting her arm in reassurance, they rounded the building's corner, and walking into the parking lot. The only thing that sat there was a black scooter.
Dawn cast an inquisitive look upon her friend. "Where in the seven hells did you get enough money for that?"
Aidan grinned slyly and shook his head, "That's for me to know, and you not to find out. Now come on. I'll get you home sooner than it would take to walk." He threw her the helmet that he had in one of the side bins. "Here, you're a bit more important, so you get the helmet.
He waited for her to become seated before he took his own place, "Ready?" he asked, she nodded and they were off.
In ten short minutes they were parking the scooter and Dawn slid off the back, and walked up to the car in front of it. The thing was a bright yellow mustang, the top down. "He's a fucking showoff," she told Aidan, who just nodded.
"Hold it right there," Faith's voice said.
Dawn whirled around and took of the helmet. "Mama!" she said, a false cheer in her voice.
Faith gave a cool look towards her daughter and then looked towards Aidan, " Aidan Coyle Black! Where is your helmet?" she yelled, a scowl firmly placed on her youthful face.
Aidan blushed when Faith used his middle name. "You're daughter has it," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Faith blinked for a moment, before turning towards her daughter who was in mid kick. "What are you doing?" she asked, her eyebrow raised in question.
Dawn giggled a bit, a sure sign she was nervous, "Nothing?" she said.
"Didn't look like nothing," Faith countered. She was about to go on, when the form of Alexander Harris came outside. When he saw the slight of the slight dent in the side, he freaked out and demanded to know who did it.
"Oh grow up, it's a freaking car," Dawn drawled, as she tossed Aidan his helmet.
"Apologize please," Faith said in a bored voice, this happened every single time that her daughter's biological father, or, as she liked to put it, her sperm donor, to visit.
Dawn rolled her eyes, "Fine. I'm sorry," she turned away from Xander and towards her mother, "Happy?" she asked her mother, whom just nodded her head quietly. The big blow up was going to be happening any second, and she would wait.
Xander's face paled when he heard Dawn's off handed tone. "Don't I get a little respect?" he growled out.
Dawn rolled her eyes, "No," she deadpanned.
"But I'm your dad!" he was grasping for straws. And quiet possibly everyone knew it, save for Xander himself.
Dawn's eyes blazed. She stood in front of him, her eyes hard. "You're not my dad! He's dead; he's in the ground rotting!" there were tears rolling down her cheeks again.
Xander's face softened, "Dawnster," he said softly.
This immediately fed into Dawn's anger. "Don't call me that! I'm not her!" she yelled. "I'm not you're precious Dawn! She died, I know she died, Uncle Spike told me about her and what happened. Now just get it threw your head that I'm not her!" she yelled at him before running into the hotel.
Aidan figured it was best that he went home, as he put on his helmet, he was glad Dawn had already tossed it to him before the man had even come outside. "See ya Miss Faith!" he called to the woman who glared at Alexander Harris, before he left he looked at the older man. His eyes were dull when he started to talk. "She's right you know. She's not who you think she is." And with that, he was off.
Xander looked at Faith. "LA is a bad influence on Dawn," he stated.
Faith raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? Yet she's happy here. She has family, friends. Aidan would die for Dawn; he's the kind of person I'd want on my side. LA is her home and mine."
Xander snorted, "Family, friends? I'm surprised you count demons among the numbers, but then again, with your record…" he trailed off, a smirk playing at his lips.
Faith had her eyes closed and counted to ten. Then her eyes snapped open. "Spike and Angel are much more noble than you ever were. And don't bring up the past, we all know your little history of shacking up with demons."
Xander's face turned a very unhealthy color of red; "You promote this intolerable behavior! What with this acting thing she's doing."
Faith sighed, her anger getting the better of her. Her eyes narrowed. "Acting thing? Well let me tell you this, it's better that she's doing something like this, than rather…drugs? I know my daughter, and this is the best thing for her. Good day Alexander." With that, Faith walked back into the Hyperion, in order to find out what was wrong with her daughter.
Xander stood there, not knowing what to say. Turning, he looked at his car. And the dent stood out. Damn, he'd have to get that fixed.
Hours later, and in a different part of LA, a teen woke up suddenly from a deep sleep. At the foot of her bed stood a man, his eyes tired and his hair slightly graying. There was just a hint of a scar on his neck. The thing that made him different, well besides the fact that he was standing at the foot of the teen's bed, well what made him really different was that he was dead.
The teen sat up, she was about sixteen, dark hair fell down her back as if it was a cape. "Don't you guys ever give up? You know, at least until the sun is up?"
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Going all the way,
Looking so helpless,
Everyday, daddy's little defect,
All the same,
Keep your secrets away
"Daddy's Little Defect", Sugarcult
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Sayra Louise- Dawn as Faith's daughter? Well let me put it like this, Faith had sex, she got pregnant and while she was in a coma, the baby was taken away from her. I only used Dawn as Faith's daughter because the Key would need to be part of a slayer in order to protect it. Besides, this actually works, unlike Dawn just popping up in the beginning of season five of Buffy. I hope this cleared it up for you, and I look forward to your reviews.
Thanks to the other reviewers:
Bunny
A
Lorelai Anastasia
gigetgirl*
Darklight
balticwoman*
*'s are for people who reviewed more than one chapter.
Thanks for reading and please review, the plot is coming up. Can't you see it? Can't you see it? Hehe, see ya all later.
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You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
"How Soon is Now?", t.A.T.u
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"Dawn? Dawn!" Aidan yells as he ran through St. Vincent's St Mary's graveyard. She'd been gone for over an hour and Aidan, being the best friend he was, was worried about her. Rounding the bend, Aidan saw Dawn lying on the ground. Furrowing his brow, he hurried toward her. A sense of foreboding squeezed harshly in his chest. Pushing the feeling away, he kept his eyes trained on his prize, his best friend.
The air smelt of brimstone and sulfur. Sticking the random fact in the back of his mind, Aidan hurried to Dawn's side. After checking the see if she was still breathing, he pulled her into his arms. The two sat under the shade of the weeping willow, the sun setting behind them.
If Dawn weren't unconscious, Aidan would be in bliss, a very nice bliss in fact. Dawn's china doll skin, with just a hint of redness in the cheeks, glowed palely in the bit of sunlight that was left. Her lips, colored in a faint golden color, and reminded him slightly of a peach. Biting back a sigh, Aidan hugged Dawn around the shoulders, blocking the harsh assault of the wind sweeping over her prone form.
"Aidan?" Dawn's eyes fluttered open, only to find her best friend looking down at her, a worried look in his eyes.
Aidan smiled, happy that his friend seemed to be okay. "Welcome back to the land of the living. Did you have a nice trip?" he asked Dawn stand up before scrambling up himself.
Dawn scowled at his attempt at humor as she braced herself against her friend. Looking at her watch, her scowl deepened. "Fuck, my father is supposed to pick me up in fifteen minutes."
As she tried to walk away, Aidan held her back. "I'm walking with you. You were unconscious when I found you. You are in no shape to walk alone. Besides, I think Mr. Chase already left," he referred to Connor, who used Cordelia's last name since his high school days.
Dawn grinned at her best friend, "Thanks. Its times like this I'm really glad you're my best friend."
Aidan grinned weakly, "I'm glad you're my best friend too," he said cheerily, but inside he felt like crying on the inside.
They walked in an amicable silence towards the school's parking lot.
"I thought you said Connor already went home?" Dawn gave Aidan a look of curiosity.
He just grinned back at her, "I know I did. But I wanna show you something, besides, I think it will be useful in a situation like this." Patting her arm in reassurance, they rounded the building's corner, and walking into the parking lot. The only thing that sat there was a black scooter.
Dawn cast an inquisitive look upon her friend. "Where in the seven hells did you get enough money for that?"
Aidan grinned slyly and shook his head, "That's for me to know, and you not to find out. Now come on. I'll get you home sooner than it would take to walk." He threw her the helmet that he had in one of the side bins. "Here, you're a bit more important, so you get the helmet.
He waited for her to become seated before he took his own place, "Ready?" he asked, she nodded and they were off.
In ten short minutes they were parking the scooter and Dawn slid off the back, and walked up to the car in front of it. The thing was a bright yellow mustang, the top down. "He's a fucking showoff," she told Aidan, who just nodded.
"Hold it right there," Faith's voice said.
Dawn whirled around and took of the helmet. "Mama!" she said, a false cheer in her voice.
Faith gave a cool look towards her daughter and then looked towards Aidan, " Aidan Coyle Black! Where is your helmet?" she yelled, a scowl firmly placed on her youthful face.
Aidan blushed when Faith used his middle name. "You're daughter has it," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Faith blinked for a moment, before turning towards her daughter who was in mid kick. "What are you doing?" she asked, her eyebrow raised in question.
Dawn giggled a bit, a sure sign she was nervous, "Nothing?" she said.
"Didn't look like nothing," Faith countered. She was about to go on, when the form of Alexander Harris came outside. When he saw the slight of the slight dent in the side, he freaked out and demanded to know who did it.
"Oh grow up, it's a freaking car," Dawn drawled, as she tossed Aidan his helmet.
"Apologize please," Faith said in a bored voice, this happened every single time that her daughter's biological father, or, as she liked to put it, her sperm donor, to visit.
Dawn rolled her eyes, "Fine. I'm sorry," she turned away from Xander and towards her mother, "Happy?" she asked her mother, whom just nodded her head quietly. The big blow up was going to be happening any second, and she would wait.
Xander's face paled when he heard Dawn's off handed tone. "Don't I get a little respect?" he growled out.
Dawn rolled her eyes, "No," she deadpanned.
"But I'm your dad!" he was grasping for straws. And quiet possibly everyone knew it, save for Xander himself.
Dawn's eyes blazed. She stood in front of him, her eyes hard. "You're not my dad! He's dead; he's in the ground rotting!" there were tears rolling down her cheeks again.
Xander's face softened, "Dawnster," he said softly.
This immediately fed into Dawn's anger. "Don't call me that! I'm not her!" she yelled. "I'm not you're precious Dawn! She died, I know she died, Uncle Spike told me about her and what happened. Now just get it threw your head that I'm not her!" she yelled at him before running into the hotel.
Aidan figured it was best that he went home, as he put on his helmet, he was glad Dawn had already tossed it to him before the man had even come outside. "See ya Miss Faith!" he called to the woman who glared at Alexander Harris, before he left he looked at the older man. His eyes were dull when he started to talk. "She's right you know. She's not who you think she is." And with that, he was off.
Xander looked at Faith. "LA is a bad influence on Dawn," he stated.
Faith raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? Yet she's happy here. She has family, friends. Aidan would die for Dawn; he's the kind of person I'd want on my side. LA is her home and mine."
Xander snorted, "Family, friends? I'm surprised you count demons among the numbers, but then again, with your record…" he trailed off, a smirk playing at his lips.
Faith had her eyes closed and counted to ten. Then her eyes snapped open. "Spike and Angel are much more noble than you ever were. And don't bring up the past, we all know your little history of shacking up with demons."
Xander's face turned a very unhealthy color of red; "You promote this intolerable behavior! What with this acting thing she's doing."
Faith sighed, her anger getting the better of her. Her eyes narrowed. "Acting thing? Well let me tell you this, it's better that she's doing something like this, than rather…drugs? I know my daughter, and this is the best thing for her. Good day Alexander." With that, Faith walked back into the Hyperion, in order to find out what was wrong with her daughter.
Xander stood there, not knowing what to say. Turning, he looked at his car. And the dent stood out. Damn, he'd have to get that fixed.
Hours later, and in a different part of LA, a teen woke up suddenly from a deep sleep. At the foot of her bed stood a man, his eyes tired and his hair slightly graying. There was just a hint of a scar on his neck. The thing that made him different, well besides the fact that he was standing at the foot of the teen's bed, well what made him really different was that he was dead.
The teen sat up, she was about sixteen, dark hair fell down her back as if it was a cape. "Don't you guys ever give up? You know, at least until the sun is up?"
************
Going all the way,
Looking so helpless,
Everyday, daddy's little defect,
All the same,
Keep your secrets away
"Daddy's Little Defect", Sugarcult
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Sayra Louise- Dawn as Faith's daughter? Well let me put it like this, Faith had sex, she got pregnant and while she was in a coma, the baby was taken away from her. I only used Dawn as Faith's daughter because the Key would need to be part of a slayer in order to protect it. Besides, this actually works, unlike Dawn just popping up in the beginning of season five of Buffy. I hope this cleared it up for you, and I look forward to your reviews.
Thanks to the other reviewers:
Bunny
A
Lorelai Anastasia
gigetgirl*
Darklight
balticwoman*
*'s are for people who reviewed more than one chapter.
Thanks for reading and please review, the plot is coming up. Can't you see it? Can't you see it? Hehe, see ya all later.