Title: The Way "End of Days" Should Have Been
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the god Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy *Grr-Arg*
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: Please!
Chapter Title: Problems
Summary: What's Connor and Dawn handling their secret? Plus what happened on Olympus?
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Connor was leaning on the post outside thinking. He had absolutely no idea how. . . it. . . had happened. Granted, wow, but he would still have liked to understand how. The two of them had basically been talking about laundry. 'How sexy was that?' he wondered. Hearing a squeak on the boards behind him, Connor turned around to be met with a sharp crack in the face, sending him sprawling down the steps and onto the grass.
"You son of a bitch!" said Xander shaking his hand. "Why would you do that to her?"
"Do what?" asked Connor, trying to deny what happened. Both he and Dawn agreed it would be for the best.
"You slept with Dawn! She's still a child-"
"She's seventeen now," explained Connor standing up, refusing to rub his throbbing jaw. "Why don't you guys understand that?"
"That doesn't mean you go off and take advantage of her!"
"I didn't!" The boy sighed, yelling was getting them no where. "It just happened, all right. It happened and we agreed not to talk about it, and how do you know anyway."
Xander cut him off with a chuckle. He shook his head. "Poor, misguided boy. When a girl gives herself like that, she'll want to talk about it to that person or she'll spill it to someone else." Xander paused to consider this. "Except for Faith. But she's a complete different person from Dawn." At Connor's still blank look, he added, "I found her in her room today. Crying. And I suggest the two of you talk sometime this week. And something other than, 'it didn't happen'." Xander turned around to head back inside. "Oh, and you might want to have a plan as of what to tell Spike what happened. He'll do a lot more than just a slug on the jaw. And for once, I will be right there, agreeing to his cause."
He squinted back at Connor through the dark. "You might want to put some ice on that. It's swelling up."
***
After, putting on tape, Connor attacked the punching bag. He hadn't killed anything in a really long time, and felt full of pent-up energy. It had been five days since the talk with Xander, and he still hadn't talked to Dawn. She was either in her room - with the door locked - or in the house with Tara. And Xander had that look that said he'd better talk to her soon. He was laying all that on the punching bag and never heard anyone coming down the stairs. Not until he heard the click of a heel on the cement floor.
Turning around, stood Dawn. Her appearance seemed better. She was wearing jeans, a long sleeved purple shirt, and black boots; instead of the star pajama's and worn slippers she'd been wearing the past few days. "It's really time we talked."
"Yeah," said Connor, stopping the swinging bag.
"Do you mind if I go first?" asked Dawn, folding her arms over her stomach. He nodded, and she sighed. "Clearing up my thoughts first, I didn't like. . well I did, but. . it wasn't." She shook her head, and breathed in deeply. "I don't like the fact that we actually, you know. But don't get me wrong, it was. . wow, but I don't think I was ready. I don't know how you feel on that matter, but I know you know it came out of no where." At his nod, she grinned a bit. "Good. I-I won't want to do that again. I mean, yeah, eventually, yes if we're still together, I'd like to again much later. Preferably, not in a laundry room."
Connor grinned. "Deal." He moved to the shelf on the wall, and pulled off the tape.
"There's also one other thing." He turned around to face her. Dawn looked down and muttered something quietly. Had Connor not had super hearing, he wouldn't have heard it. "I'm pregnant."
Connor didn't even realize he had slid down the wall to sit down. Pregnant?
Dawn came up and squatted in front of him, saying in a shaky voice, "I-I've thought a lot about this, and I decided to keep it. I also understand that if you wanna leave and never talk to me again, that's fine-"
He looked up at her quickly. "Why would I leave?"
She looked up. "Y-You won't go."
"Why would I? The baby is just as much my responsibility as yours." Dawn sighed and touched her forehead to his. "Just tell me one thing."
"Sure."
"Please tell me the baby isn't going to be an evil manifestation of you." The young woman laughed, and shook her head.
***
Buffy moaned. She slowly felt her strength returning, but it wasn't enough to make her sit up properly, she just mostly leaned on her elbows and gazed around. Once the fog lifted, she saw she was in a type of cell and then it all came back.
She sat up quickly, ignoring the dizzying feeling in her brain, and looked around. She saw Spike sprawled out beside her, and she crawled over. Buffy began gently slapping his cheek. "Spike! Come on, Spike! Wake up!" Buffy grabbed his head and went down into a kiss. When there was tongue being applied on his side, she pulled back. "Finally."
Spike gazed around, his eyes with a cloudy gaze over them. "Uh, luv. Why's Hades in the same cell as us?" She quickly filled him in on what had happened. Spike struggled to stand up. "That bloody pillock, I'll kill 'im." He instantly fell back down.
"We need to get back home. Maybe, Willow and Tara could do something."
"How're we gonna get outta this cell, pet?"
"Okay, good point." Suddenly, they both heard a whistling sound from outside the cell. Buffy got up and looked through the bars. "Hermes!" she whispered.
The quick-footed god fluttered over. "What in Pegasus's wings are you doing in there?"
"Don't unlock the door," said Buffy when he tried to. "Have you taken my clothes back?"
"No," Hermes said wearily.
"Okay, do that now and ask a favor from Willow and Tara. . ."
***
"I got it!" yelled Willow answering the door.
She looked out straight ahead of her. There was a clearing of the throat. "Down here," said the voice and Willow looked down.
"Hello?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
The man held up a pile of clothes. "These are Buffy's."
"Thanks?" said Willow taking them cautiously.
"I'm Hermes by the way."
"Oh! Well, then. Come in."
Hermes stepped in. "I'm going to guess you're Willow."
"Yep."
"Buffy said she needed your and your girlfriends help."
The red head blushed a red shade. "You mean Tara?"
The short man nodded. "Buffy said you could make something to switch people back into the right bodies. She also said that it sounded like a catcher or something to that effect."
"Oh! You mean a katra?"
"Sure." Willow turned around to get the proper ingredients from the cabinet. As an afterthought he added, "She also said to make it powerful."
She turned around. "How powerful?"
"Only enough to put the most powerful gods in all history back in their proper bodies."
Willow nervously giggled.
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TBC. . . .
Sorry it's kinda sort, but we'll have the next chapter up Monday or Tuesday (Swear to God!)
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the god Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy *Grr-Arg*
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: Please!
Chapter Title: Problems
Summary: What's Connor and Dawn handling their secret? Plus what happened on Olympus?
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Connor was leaning on the post outside thinking. He had absolutely no idea how. . . it. . . had happened. Granted, wow, but he would still have liked to understand how. The two of them had basically been talking about laundry. 'How sexy was that?' he wondered. Hearing a squeak on the boards behind him, Connor turned around to be met with a sharp crack in the face, sending him sprawling down the steps and onto the grass.
"You son of a bitch!" said Xander shaking his hand. "Why would you do that to her?"
"Do what?" asked Connor, trying to deny what happened. Both he and Dawn agreed it would be for the best.
"You slept with Dawn! She's still a child-"
"She's seventeen now," explained Connor standing up, refusing to rub his throbbing jaw. "Why don't you guys understand that?"
"That doesn't mean you go off and take advantage of her!"
"I didn't!" The boy sighed, yelling was getting them no where. "It just happened, all right. It happened and we agreed not to talk about it, and how do you know anyway."
Xander cut him off with a chuckle. He shook his head. "Poor, misguided boy. When a girl gives herself like that, she'll want to talk about it to that person or she'll spill it to someone else." Xander paused to consider this. "Except for Faith. But she's a complete different person from Dawn." At Connor's still blank look, he added, "I found her in her room today. Crying. And I suggest the two of you talk sometime this week. And something other than, 'it didn't happen'." Xander turned around to head back inside. "Oh, and you might want to have a plan as of what to tell Spike what happened. He'll do a lot more than just a slug on the jaw. And for once, I will be right there, agreeing to his cause."
He squinted back at Connor through the dark. "You might want to put some ice on that. It's swelling up."
***
After, putting on tape, Connor attacked the punching bag. He hadn't killed anything in a really long time, and felt full of pent-up energy. It had been five days since the talk with Xander, and he still hadn't talked to Dawn. She was either in her room - with the door locked - or in the house with Tara. And Xander had that look that said he'd better talk to her soon. He was laying all that on the punching bag and never heard anyone coming down the stairs. Not until he heard the click of a heel on the cement floor.
Turning around, stood Dawn. Her appearance seemed better. She was wearing jeans, a long sleeved purple shirt, and black boots; instead of the star pajama's and worn slippers she'd been wearing the past few days. "It's really time we talked."
"Yeah," said Connor, stopping the swinging bag.
"Do you mind if I go first?" asked Dawn, folding her arms over her stomach. He nodded, and she sighed. "Clearing up my thoughts first, I didn't like. . well I did, but. . it wasn't." She shook her head, and breathed in deeply. "I don't like the fact that we actually, you know. But don't get me wrong, it was. . wow, but I don't think I was ready. I don't know how you feel on that matter, but I know you know it came out of no where." At his nod, she grinned a bit. "Good. I-I won't want to do that again. I mean, yeah, eventually, yes if we're still together, I'd like to again much later. Preferably, not in a laundry room."
Connor grinned. "Deal." He moved to the shelf on the wall, and pulled off the tape.
"There's also one other thing." He turned around to face her. Dawn looked down and muttered something quietly. Had Connor not had super hearing, he wouldn't have heard it. "I'm pregnant."
Connor didn't even realize he had slid down the wall to sit down. Pregnant?
Dawn came up and squatted in front of him, saying in a shaky voice, "I-I've thought a lot about this, and I decided to keep it. I also understand that if you wanna leave and never talk to me again, that's fine-"
He looked up at her quickly. "Why would I leave?"
She looked up. "Y-You won't go."
"Why would I? The baby is just as much my responsibility as yours." Dawn sighed and touched her forehead to his. "Just tell me one thing."
"Sure."
"Please tell me the baby isn't going to be an evil manifestation of you." The young woman laughed, and shook her head.
***
Buffy moaned. She slowly felt her strength returning, but it wasn't enough to make her sit up properly, she just mostly leaned on her elbows and gazed around. Once the fog lifted, she saw she was in a type of cell and then it all came back.
She sat up quickly, ignoring the dizzying feeling in her brain, and looked around. She saw Spike sprawled out beside her, and she crawled over. Buffy began gently slapping his cheek. "Spike! Come on, Spike! Wake up!" Buffy grabbed his head and went down into a kiss. When there was tongue being applied on his side, she pulled back. "Finally."
Spike gazed around, his eyes with a cloudy gaze over them. "Uh, luv. Why's Hades in the same cell as us?" She quickly filled him in on what had happened. Spike struggled to stand up. "That bloody pillock, I'll kill 'im." He instantly fell back down.
"We need to get back home. Maybe, Willow and Tara could do something."
"How're we gonna get outta this cell, pet?"
"Okay, good point." Suddenly, they both heard a whistling sound from outside the cell. Buffy got up and looked through the bars. "Hermes!" she whispered.
The quick-footed god fluttered over. "What in Pegasus's wings are you doing in there?"
"Don't unlock the door," said Buffy when he tried to. "Have you taken my clothes back?"
"No," Hermes said wearily.
"Okay, do that now and ask a favor from Willow and Tara. . ."
***
"I got it!" yelled Willow answering the door.
She looked out straight ahead of her. There was a clearing of the throat. "Down here," said the voice and Willow looked down.
"Hello?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
The man held up a pile of clothes. "These are Buffy's."
"Thanks?" said Willow taking them cautiously.
"I'm Hermes by the way."
"Oh! Well, then. Come in."
Hermes stepped in. "I'm going to guess you're Willow."
"Yep."
"Buffy said she needed your and your girlfriends help."
The red head blushed a red shade. "You mean Tara?"
The short man nodded. "Buffy said you could make something to switch people back into the right bodies. She also said that it sounded like a catcher or something to that effect."
"Oh! You mean a katra?"
"Sure." Willow turned around to get the proper ingredients from the cabinet. As an afterthought he added, "She also said to make it powerful."
She turned around. "How powerful?"
"Only enough to put the most powerful gods in all history back in their proper bodies."
Willow nervously giggled.
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TBC. . . .
Sorry it's kinda sort, but we'll have the next chapter up Monday or Tuesday (Swear to God!)