Title: The power contained.
Author: Mely
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the vampire slayer and its characters, they belong to Josh Whedon, UPN, Mutant Enemy, etc.
Summary: Dawn-centric. She is the key….but you already know that. See how Dawn handles the power she never knew she had.
Rating: PG
Pairing: None, so far.
Spoilers: Anything from Season 5 to Season 7 can appear.
Author's Note: #1-This is (or is going to be) about Dawns undiscovered Key-ish powers. #2-I haven't seen Season 7 yet but I have read everything up to Potential. This fic takes place a few days after that episode. #3- Please R & R.
Words in between {Are thoughts}.
The Power Contained
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XANDER: I saw what you did last night.
DAWN: Yeah, I- I guess I kinda lost my head when I thought I was the slayer.
XANDER: You thought you were all special. Miss Sunnydale 2003. And the minute you found out you weren't, you handed the crown to Amanda without a moment's pause. You gave her your power.
DAWN: (shrugs) The power wasn't mine.
XANDER: They'll never know how tough it is, Dawnie, to be the one who isn't chosen. To live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody's watching me. I saw you last night. I see you working here today. You're not special. You're extraordinary.
Xander and Dawn, Potencial.
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Chapter 2- Beginnings
Light flashed across the room illuminating the serene space. Dawn grunted when daylight reached her.
"Five more minutes." Came a muffled voice.
"You're awake!"
"Nope."
"Not even for fresh baked blueberry pancakes?"
Dawn snorted into the pillow resting underneath her head. "Like anyone in this house could cook."
"Suit yourself. Hey, isn't this your diary?"
At this statement her eyes flew open, revealing a very amused Kennedy leaning against the door.
It took a few seconds before Dawn could register the fact that she had burned all of her diaries long ago and that although the room was very welcoming the bed she laid on wasn't her own.
"That was cheap"
"Yet successful" Kennedy gave her a small smile. "I'll go tell Buffy you woke up." She went out the door, with that Dawn snuggled into the bed and let sleep claim her once more.
"So then she says 'One more word and you won't leave this house for a year', she didn't even let me defend myself."
"Uhu."
"Was it my fault some loco came speeding out of nowhere? No it wasn't, but does she care? Nooooo. She's all 'Taking the car without permission is wrong, military school isn't that far away, don't roll your eyes at me Carlos' blah-blah-blah"
"Tell me about it."
"Kit, are you even listening?"
"Totally, I couldn't agree more."
Through the everyday sidewalk of the streets of Sunnydale walked an unusual pair. Carlos J. Trejo waved a firm hand in front of his friends face.
"Earth to kitty-cat, what's gotten up your mini skirt?"
Kit sighed loudly, waving her companions arm away. "I'm just peaches and cream." She looked warily over her shoulder as their path came to an end.
"And don't call me kitty-cat."
A few months ago Carlos would have been surprised. At first glance Kit Holburn was your average extremely shy, completely indifferent social outcast. But to her friends she was a sarcastic, loving, clever social outcast.
"Is this the place?" He motioned towards a beautiful suburban home. Kit walked forward in response and swiftly rang the doorbell.
In a matter of seconds a girl came out. She was tall, her skin was slightly pale, and long blonde curls threatened to hide her chocolate brown eyes.
"Need something?" she asked casually.
"I'm a friend of Dawns." she nudged Carlos whose mouth practically reached the floor.
"So is he."
The girl smiled brightly at them both. "Come on in."
"She was awake? Are you sure?"
"Positive. Unless she's been possessed by a look and act like Dawn demon." she grimaced at the thought. "Can you have your own demon?"
"Was she okay?"
"She looked normal. Except for her eyes they were glowing, it was really-."
"Green?"
Kennedy nodded with enthusiasm. "Yup, very green."
Buffy surveyed her sister with concern from the hallway outside of her bedroom. "Rest today, questions tomorrow."
"Ay-Ay captain." said Kennedy. With a hopeful glint in her eyes she added "I guess today's training session is off then"
"Nu-uh. The house is research central, but Spike is still in charged of training today."
"Oh come on! You said 'rest today'!"
"Rest for Dawn, not for us. Besides since when are you so eager for a day off, got a hot date or something?"
A sudden silence swept through the corridor. Kennedy steadily headed towards the living room with Buffy behind her.
Grinning like an idiot.
Barely entering the Summers home Carlos almost tripped over himself. Despite the 'What are you on?' looks he was receiving, only one thought passed his mind.
{Heaven. I'm in heaven.}
A crowd of girls laughed vividly in front of a TV set, another set lingered around the staircase, and a third group came in and out of what seemed to be the kitchen. Obviously there was more of this hidden paradise.
Kit appeared to know exactly what he was thinking, because in a matter of seconds he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.
"Who are all these people?" she asked the girl that led them in. Jill, Ginny, whatever her name was.
"An army" the girl answered curtly.
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TBC.
Whad'ya think? I'm trying my best to not make Carlos and Kit a mini version of Xander and Willow so warn me if it gets to that point. :)
R.E.V.I.E.W.