"Have Faith" Pt 5/?
Dawn sat on her bed and stared at the wall. Sounds of giggling and laughter floated upstairs and knocked at her door. Dawn had tried to drown it all out by reading her Biology textbook. She never got past the first page.
Dawn hadn't left her room all morning. There was no way she was going downstairs to be around Faith. Buffy had told her what Faith had done and Dawn was in no mood to face the new slayer.
Dawn wanted desperately to sneak down to the basement and talk to Spike. She missed him so much it hurt. The two of them had been so close, they had so many wonderful conversations, spent so much time together! Well....even if it was because her sister thought she needed a permanent baby-sitter at 14. At least Spike treated her like an adult.
Since Spike had been back, however, she had hardly seen Spike. Of course, at first, it was because Dawn had wanted nothing to do with him. She still had a hard time believing what he had done to Buffy. But now it was because Buffy kept them apart.
Dawn could be wrong, but she felt Buffy wanted Spike mostly to herself. Yeah, Spike had been dangerous for a while when The First was using him. But Spike had fought back and freed himself from The First's grip. He was no longer dangerous, and he would never hurt Dawn---she felt it!
"Okay. A quick sneak n' peek and Buffy will never know."
Dawn glanced over at the alarm clock on her night table and then at her watch. The clock said quarter to three where her watch said nine thirty-five.
"UGH! Don't batteries EVER last? I just changed them last week!"
Dawn grabbed the alarm clock and exited her room. Maybe she could find some batteries in the kitchen after talking to Spike.
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Willow and Xander were discussing their short disappearance for a coffee---a mochaccino....or two.
"You don't think they'll notice we're gone?" Willow frowned.
"Nah. They're too busy with the girl talk." Xander frowned at Andrew who was too busy drooling over Faith to notice.
The conversation had gone from 'fighting techniques' to the fashion styles of the hip baddies.
"As if Billy Idol could dress like that on his own? Come on! Every bad guy in the biz knows it was Spike who started the trend. He's the only guy insane enough to don black leather pants---AND look good in them!" Andrew was saying.
"And what's up with that? It's like all vampire-gone-goody has to dress all dark n' mysterious--look at Angel!" Faith was now sitting cross-legged on the floor. She was still surrounded by girls.
"Don't get me started with Angel. The whole Batman thing is getting old."
Willow and Xander just looked at each other.
"So will that be a large or extra large?" Xander asked.
"Extra." Willow sighed. "With lots and lots of whip cream."
Willow stood up from the armchair and was thrown back into it. Xander started forward but bent at the waist instead. Slowly bringing himself up, he sighed heavily.
"Uh, Xander? Why won't my legs move?"
Xander put a hand on his hip and ran the other hand through his hair.
"Oh probably the same reason mine won't."
Willow wrinkled her forehead and frowned. "Oh boy."
