A/N: Whoa, this story gets updates quickly. Thanks to all the people who
have reviewed, it's an extra incentive to update. However. I might be
obsessed with my new story, but I'm known to abandon things. Fun things. Be
warned! Feed the hungry feedback monster!
Also occurs to me, there's been no disclaimer. So, here
Disclaimer: I own Isara, Lincoln, Libby, Lexi, Ryan, Wills, and Seth. Okay, demon goop. If for any reason, you want one of them, give me an email. Just letting you know, depending how the obsession stands, I'll write a Christmas/Halloween tie in. All other characters and situations are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
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"Driving. A sense of freedom is overtaking me even now," Izzy stated, unconvincingly, as they stood on the sidewalk, staring at the car. Lin waited.
"So? Get in, and commence freedom-driving," he encouraged. Izzy wiggled.
"Well, you know, I really want to," she said, slowly. "But I'm kind of scared. And if you even begin to make fun of me, Lincoln, I will kill you. Goddess Hecate-ing and all!"
"Understood," he agreed. They waited for a few more moments standing there, then Lin sighed.
"Izzy, great as my desire is to stay un-Hecated, this whole learning to drive thing doesn't really get off the ground unless you get in the car."
"Oh shush," she answered dismissively. "I'm absorbing car-ry type knowledge! It's a knowledge thing! Yup, big with the knowledge learning right now. I'm learning. Don't even try to tell me I'm not," she said resolutely.
Lin looked at his watch. "You want to go in, and watch cartoons?"
She looked up at him.
"Okay."
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"Hey," Willow said, hanging up her coat on a hook in the hallway. "Whatcha doing?"
"Studying Newton's second theory of gravity, Mom. Alternatively, watching Roadrunner outwit Wily Coyote," Izzy called from the couch. Willow walked in, and watched the coyote lever a boulder up a cliff, only to have Roadrunner race past him.
"Y'know, I've always wondered how that coyote got so wily," she mused. Izzy shrugged.
"Maybe he ate fish? You always told me if I ate fish, I'd be smart," she answered reasonably. Willow ruffled her hair.
"Kiddo, you were always gonna be smart. Lin, don't get chocolate on my couch," she said, changing subject as Mom-like fast as ever. Lin guilty stopped his chocolate covered donut-filled hand half way to his mouth.
"Yes Willow," he mumbled. Izzy curled her legs up so she was sitting cross- legged, and looked up at her mother expectantly.
"So? The problem in L.A? What was it?"
Willow looked pensive.
"Um. A problem. In L.A. Not very interesting," she stalled. Izzy folded her arms, and shot her mother the famous Rosenberg resolve face.
"Tell me," she insisted. Willow sat down opposite her, and folded her hands, nervously.
"Well, Giles has been researching into some prophesies, and we needed some help. So I went to see Angel."
"Angel? As in Sir Brood-a-lot?" Izzy repeated.
"It looks like we might be due some trouble on the hellmouth soon," Willow answered.
"Big trouble, or trouble Buffy-kills-with-pointy-things?" Izzy asked. Willow thought a moment.
"I'm not sure. Prophesies don't generally clarify degrees of badness. It's more a cryptic, trying to confuse you type of thing."
"So, we do the research-y type thing, and then the problem goes away. All good," Izzy said happily. "That's what we do."
"Have you had a driving lesson yet?" Willow asked, with a tiny grin. Izzy groaned, and collapsed back onto the couch.
"Please. Traumatic events I attempt to put behind me."
"And Seth? Should I be worried you had the house to yourself?" Willow teased.
"Seth was a demon. First all grabby hands, and then he went all slimy, and icky, and purple, so, big killing. With an axe. Not so much fun," Izzy answered.
"Purple?" Lin queried. Izzy shot him a no-nonsense look.
"Purple. A sorta lavender mauve half breed."
"Interesting," Lin said thoughtfully.
"Anyway guys, we're having a big dinner tonight. All of us," Willow announced. Izzy and Lin exchanged a look.
"Does this mean Anya cooking?" Izzy inquired faintly.
"Or anything made by Dawn?" Lin added. "My Mom is bad, but Dawn's cooking gave us food poisoning last time."
"Sh!" Willow flapped. "Dawn is cooking. Buffy is helping."
"Uh, can I borrow some money, Mom?" Izzy asked. Willow fixed her with a suspicious look.
"Why?"
"So I can buy dinner. Or, alternatively, medical insurance. Buffy and Dawn, plus kitchen, equals lethal combination."
"It will be fine. We'll have a nice dinner," Willow said decidedly.
"Please let there be a crisis," Izzy whispered.
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"Okay, who wants dessert?" Xander yelled over the din. Immediately, Libby, Lexi Ryan, and Wills began shouting over one another. Buffy surveyed the chaos with a wry smile, and looked at her sister. Dawn was handing Will a juice box with one hand, and keeping Lexi's crossbow safely out of the way, with the other.
"Ice cream! Ice cream!" Lexi shouted joyfully, and bounced delightedly in her chair. "Mommy, can I have some ice cream?"
Xander produced a large ice cream 'sculpture', as he'd phrased it earlier, a lopsided clown's face, decorated with smarties.
Ryan scowled. "I don't want babyish dessert. I'm big."
"Demon spawn," Izzy muttered under her breath. Lin jabbed her.
Willow stepped out of the house, carrying a pitcher of iced tea, and dessert spoons.
"Thanks Willow," Xander said, picking one up, and spooning ice cream into Lexi's bowl. She grinned cheerfully.
The doorbell rang.
"Izzy, honey, would you get that?" Willow asked, striking a match to one of the mosquito candles dotted around the garden. The fallen dusk meant the little insects were, tp put a pun on it, bugging them.
Izzy grabbed an apple, and raced for the door. Biting into it, she yanked the front door open.
"Hey," said the vampire, uncomfortably.
"Spike?" Izzy asked.
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A/N: The plot is gonna move on a pace now, but if you want more nonsensical Dawson style fluff, stick it in a review.
REVIEW!
Also occurs to me, there's been no disclaimer. So, here
Disclaimer: I own Isara, Lincoln, Libby, Lexi, Ryan, Wills, and Seth. Okay, demon goop. If for any reason, you want one of them, give me an email. Just letting you know, depending how the obsession stands, I'll write a Christmas/Halloween tie in. All other characters and situations are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
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"Driving. A sense of freedom is overtaking me even now," Izzy stated, unconvincingly, as they stood on the sidewalk, staring at the car. Lin waited.
"So? Get in, and commence freedom-driving," he encouraged. Izzy wiggled.
"Well, you know, I really want to," she said, slowly. "But I'm kind of scared. And if you even begin to make fun of me, Lincoln, I will kill you. Goddess Hecate-ing and all!"
"Understood," he agreed. They waited for a few more moments standing there, then Lin sighed.
"Izzy, great as my desire is to stay un-Hecated, this whole learning to drive thing doesn't really get off the ground unless you get in the car."
"Oh shush," she answered dismissively. "I'm absorbing car-ry type knowledge! It's a knowledge thing! Yup, big with the knowledge learning right now. I'm learning. Don't even try to tell me I'm not," she said resolutely.
Lin looked at his watch. "You want to go in, and watch cartoons?"
She looked up at him.
"Okay."
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"Hey," Willow said, hanging up her coat on a hook in the hallway. "Whatcha doing?"
"Studying Newton's second theory of gravity, Mom. Alternatively, watching Roadrunner outwit Wily Coyote," Izzy called from the couch. Willow walked in, and watched the coyote lever a boulder up a cliff, only to have Roadrunner race past him.
"Y'know, I've always wondered how that coyote got so wily," she mused. Izzy shrugged.
"Maybe he ate fish? You always told me if I ate fish, I'd be smart," she answered reasonably. Willow ruffled her hair.
"Kiddo, you were always gonna be smart. Lin, don't get chocolate on my couch," she said, changing subject as Mom-like fast as ever. Lin guilty stopped his chocolate covered donut-filled hand half way to his mouth.
"Yes Willow," he mumbled. Izzy curled her legs up so she was sitting cross- legged, and looked up at her mother expectantly.
"So? The problem in L.A? What was it?"
Willow looked pensive.
"Um. A problem. In L.A. Not very interesting," she stalled. Izzy folded her arms, and shot her mother the famous Rosenberg resolve face.
"Tell me," she insisted. Willow sat down opposite her, and folded her hands, nervously.
"Well, Giles has been researching into some prophesies, and we needed some help. So I went to see Angel."
"Angel? As in Sir Brood-a-lot?" Izzy repeated.
"It looks like we might be due some trouble on the hellmouth soon," Willow answered.
"Big trouble, or trouble Buffy-kills-with-pointy-things?" Izzy asked. Willow thought a moment.
"I'm not sure. Prophesies don't generally clarify degrees of badness. It's more a cryptic, trying to confuse you type of thing."
"So, we do the research-y type thing, and then the problem goes away. All good," Izzy said happily. "That's what we do."
"Have you had a driving lesson yet?" Willow asked, with a tiny grin. Izzy groaned, and collapsed back onto the couch.
"Please. Traumatic events I attempt to put behind me."
"And Seth? Should I be worried you had the house to yourself?" Willow teased.
"Seth was a demon. First all grabby hands, and then he went all slimy, and icky, and purple, so, big killing. With an axe. Not so much fun," Izzy answered.
"Purple?" Lin queried. Izzy shot him a no-nonsense look.
"Purple. A sorta lavender mauve half breed."
"Interesting," Lin said thoughtfully.
"Anyway guys, we're having a big dinner tonight. All of us," Willow announced. Izzy and Lin exchanged a look.
"Does this mean Anya cooking?" Izzy inquired faintly.
"Or anything made by Dawn?" Lin added. "My Mom is bad, but Dawn's cooking gave us food poisoning last time."
"Sh!" Willow flapped. "Dawn is cooking. Buffy is helping."
"Uh, can I borrow some money, Mom?" Izzy asked. Willow fixed her with a suspicious look.
"Why?"
"So I can buy dinner. Or, alternatively, medical insurance. Buffy and Dawn, plus kitchen, equals lethal combination."
"It will be fine. We'll have a nice dinner," Willow said decidedly.
"Please let there be a crisis," Izzy whispered.
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"Okay, who wants dessert?" Xander yelled over the din. Immediately, Libby, Lexi Ryan, and Wills began shouting over one another. Buffy surveyed the chaos with a wry smile, and looked at her sister. Dawn was handing Will a juice box with one hand, and keeping Lexi's crossbow safely out of the way, with the other.
"Ice cream! Ice cream!" Lexi shouted joyfully, and bounced delightedly in her chair. "Mommy, can I have some ice cream?"
Xander produced a large ice cream 'sculpture', as he'd phrased it earlier, a lopsided clown's face, decorated with smarties.
Ryan scowled. "I don't want babyish dessert. I'm big."
"Demon spawn," Izzy muttered under her breath. Lin jabbed her.
Willow stepped out of the house, carrying a pitcher of iced tea, and dessert spoons.
"Thanks Willow," Xander said, picking one up, and spooning ice cream into Lexi's bowl. She grinned cheerfully.
The doorbell rang.
"Izzy, honey, would you get that?" Willow asked, striking a match to one of the mosquito candles dotted around the garden. The fallen dusk meant the little insects were, tp put a pun on it, bugging them.
Izzy grabbed an apple, and raced for the door. Biting into it, she yanked the front door open.
"Hey," said the vampire, uncomfortably.
"Spike?" Izzy asked.
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A/N: The plot is gonna move on a pace now, but if you want more nonsensical Dawson style fluff, stick it in a review.
REVIEW!