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CHAPTER NINE- LEARNING. . . OR NOT
"Dawny?" Buffy eased open the door to her sister's room and popped her head in. She had been sure that she'd head noises coming from in here just a minute ago.
But there was nothing out of order when Buffy looked around Dawn's room. Dawn slept on, looking so exhausted the Buffy guessed she would have been asleep before her head even hit the pillow. She turned to leave Dawn to rest when her sharp Slayer hearing caught the tiniest sound of surprise coming from Dawn's throat.
Swiftly Buffy crossed the room and knelt at Dawn's bedside. She watched, fascinated, as her sister dreamt of things Buffy couldn't possibly imagine.
"Legolas," Dawn breathed. Buffy frowned and scooted closer to Dawn, trying to listen to the strange words. "No. . ."
~~~
Dawn found herself in her own living room and wrinkled her forehead in confusion. Legolas was, as she lived for these nights, standing before her, waiting for her to return to him. But instead of pouncing on her the second she appeared, he was standing deathly still. His face was ashen, his eyes glittered with an unreadable expression as he focused on something just beyond Dawn.
It was then that Dawn caught the sound of quiet panting coming from behind her. Slowly, fearing what she suspected she would see, Dawn turned around. There were two figures entwined together on the floor, which was what Legolas had been so engrossed in.
Dawn didn't need to look closely to know that one of the figures on the floor was her. And the other, the one on top of her, had blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin. . . and a black leather duster.
"Oh." Dawn's eyes widened as she realised what Legolas must be thinking, seeing her in the arms of another man. She span back to him quickly to explain. "It's not real!' she cried out. ~~~
Buffy smoothed the hair out of Dawn's face. "What's not real, Dawny?" she asked softly, knowing her sister would not be able to hear her but having to ask anyway.
~~~
Legolas' stare hardened. He tore his gaze from the couple making love on the living room floor and fixed it squarely on his wife. "How can that not be real? Would you lie to me Dawn?"
Dawn's lower lip trembled. "Amin uumaya n'oio risa'lle, amin Taren," she swore. [I would never lie to you, my Prince.]
Legolas just shook his head and resumed watching Dawn and Spike with sick fascination.
Dawn ran to her husband, shaking him to try and force his focus away from the image and onto her. "No! Melamin, tanya e' numa anwa!" [That is not real!]
Legolas still refused to look at her. "Is this why you left me?" ~~~
"I never left you!" Dawn cried, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes popped open, startling Buffy.
"Dawn!" the Slayer said, her hands brushing over the tearstained cheeks in soothing motions. "It's all right sweetheart."
Dawn blinked away her tears, and some clarity returned to her vision. She stared up at Buffy a moment, decided against being bothered to speak to her sister, and rolled away. She curled up to try and sleep.
Buffy's eyes welled up, but she took the not-so-subtle hint from her sister and left her alone
* * * * *
Night after night, Dawn sneaked out to the Magic Box, and night after night, Spike followed her. It was like an unspoken agreement between the pair. As soon as Buffy had finished patrolling and the rest of the house was asleep, Dawn would be gone.
She was never at the shop for more than a few minutes before Spike joined her with his usual curse of, "Sodding bell!" to mark his entrance. As they methodically combed every book in the store for a way to get Dawn home, Spike talked Dawn into giving him Elvish lessons, and by the end of the week, he'd actually caught on to the language pretty well.
"Bet they don't have a word for 'vampire' in your world, pet," Spike joked.
"Uma. Ta naa Agaryulnaer," Dawn responded. [Yes. It is Vampire.]
"Agaryulnaer? Neat," Spike commented before turning his attention back to the book before him. They had been breaking into the Magic Box for six nights straight now, and they had gone through nearly every book, every scroll, and every parchment Giles kept on the premises, and still they had found nothing to help Dawn.
One more night and they would be finished. Although she refused to show it, Spike could tell Dawn was worried, with only a handful of books left and nothing to go on. He tried to keep the mood light for her, but it seemed nothing he said could draw a smile out of her.
Silence stretched on between them, until at last Spike could stand it no more. "So. . . How do you say 'Big Bad' then? Always nice to learn your own title in another language."
Success! The tiniest, barest hint of a smile flickered over Dawn's face and she thought for a moment. Spike fought the urge to hug Dawn. He knew if he startled her, she'd just clam right back up again. Bloody stubborn Summers women were like that.
"Um, Alta Nquel. Lle naa i'Alta Nquel." [Big Bad. You are the Big Bad.]
The candles were burning low. Spike slammed his book shut. "C'mon pet, time to go. We can finish up here tomorrow night."
Dawn reluctantly returned her book to its original position and helped Spike give the store a quick once over to make sure they hadn't left any tell-tale clues, and they were on their way home.
The Summers residence came into view, and Dawn and Spike froze in their tracks. The porch light was off, but in the darkness, the seat on the front porch was occupied by a slip of a blond woman. Buffy was staring out into the night, so lost in her thoughts that she was yet to notice Spike and Dawn's approach from a hundred yards off.
A look passed between the pair of late-night renegades and they crept off the footpath, melting into the shadows. As one, they employed all their powers of stealth to make it to the large row of hedges blocking the Summers' yard from the neighbour's undetected.
"You stay here, pet. Wait for me to get big sis to make a move and slip on up to bed," Spike breathed in Dawn's ear. He didn't even wait for her to nod her assent before backtracking a few paces and stepping out into the light, strutting down the sidewalk as if he owned it. Owned the whole town, even. He flicked his cigarette aside.
"Slayer," he drawled. He smirked a little to himself as Buffy's eyes widened with a minute movement. He'd deliberately used his lowest, sexiest voice, the one that could have her doing anything his unbeating heart desired within five minutes.
"Spike," Buffy stammered, trying to regain her composure. "What are you doing out so late?"
"Uh, hello? Creature of the night, love. This is like early afternoon for my kind."
"Right," Buffy said lamely, unable to keep the tiredness from dripping through her words.
Spike frowned. "Why aren't you asleep, Buff? I know you're tired."
Buffy shrugged. Her face was that very special mask of hopelessness mixed with secrecy that Spike particularly hated. It said she was upset and she wasn't going to let anyone help her out. "Just thinking. I can't sleep."
A wicked grin had taken hold of Spike's features and before he knew what he'd said, "Well I've got plenty of other activities to keep you busy up in your room if sleeping's not you thing, pet," had come out of his mouth. He didn't waste his precious nanosecond pretending to regret it.
Buffy glared at him coolly for a minute, but then her defences deserted her and of its own accord, her body threw itself into Spike's. They stumbled onto the darkened lawn and Buffy was already clawing at Spike's belt buckle by the time her body landed on top of his.
Spike roughly pulled the Slayer down towards him, crushing her tiny frame into his arms until her entire world had been condensed into one lithe vampire writhing beneath her.
For a second, Dawn watched her sister and her best friend together with complete detachment. She had considered letting her mind wander to her own memories of Spike, buried deep in time and loneliness, but at the harsh reminder of Legolas' reaction to that very memory Dawn was almost sick to her stomach. She clutched at the offending body part and ran silently to the back of the house, trying to outrun the grunts now coming from the front yard.
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Well, who doesn't love a bit of Spuffy in the mix! And hey, there'll be an actual return of the songfic in the next chapter, and I know, I know, it's about time! Thanks for reading and (hint hint) reviewing! ~Anoron.
CHAPTER NINE- LEARNING. . . OR NOT
"Dawny?" Buffy eased open the door to her sister's room and popped her head in. She had been sure that she'd head noises coming from in here just a minute ago.
But there was nothing out of order when Buffy looked around Dawn's room. Dawn slept on, looking so exhausted the Buffy guessed she would have been asleep before her head even hit the pillow. She turned to leave Dawn to rest when her sharp Slayer hearing caught the tiniest sound of surprise coming from Dawn's throat.
Swiftly Buffy crossed the room and knelt at Dawn's bedside. She watched, fascinated, as her sister dreamt of things Buffy couldn't possibly imagine.
"Legolas," Dawn breathed. Buffy frowned and scooted closer to Dawn, trying to listen to the strange words. "No. . ."
~~~
Dawn found herself in her own living room and wrinkled her forehead in confusion. Legolas was, as she lived for these nights, standing before her, waiting for her to return to him. But instead of pouncing on her the second she appeared, he was standing deathly still. His face was ashen, his eyes glittered with an unreadable expression as he focused on something just beyond Dawn.
It was then that Dawn caught the sound of quiet panting coming from behind her. Slowly, fearing what she suspected she would see, Dawn turned around. There were two figures entwined together on the floor, which was what Legolas had been so engrossed in.
Dawn didn't need to look closely to know that one of the figures on the floor was her. And the other, the one on top of her, had blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin. . . and a black leather duster.
"Oh." Dawn's eyes widened as she realised what Legolas must be thinking, seeing her in the arms of another man. She span back to him quickly to explain. "It's not real!' she cried out. ~~~
Buffy smoothed the hair out of Dawn's face. "What's not real, Dawny?" she asked softly, knowing her sister would not be able to hear her but having to ask anyway.
~~~
Legolas' stare hardened. He tore his gaze from the couple making love on the living room floor and fixed it squarely on his wife. "How can that not be real? Would you lie to me Dawn?"
Dawn's lower lip trembled. "Amin uumaya n'oio risa'lle, amin Taren," she swore. [I would never lie to you, my Prince.]
Legolas just shook his head and resumed watching Dawn and Spike with sick fascination.
Dawn ran to her husband, shaking him to try and force his focus away from the image and onto her. "No! Melamin, tanya e' numa anwa!" [That is not real!]
Legolas still refused to look at her. "Is this why you left me?" ~~~
"I never left you!" Dawn cried, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes popped open, startling Buffy.
"Dawn!" the Slayer said, her hands brushing over the tearstained cheeks in soothing motions. "It's all right sweetheart."
Dawn blinked away her tears, and some clarity returned to her vision. She stared up at Buffy a moment, decided against being bothered to speak to her sister, and rolled away. She curled up to try and sleep.
Buffy's eyes welled up, but she took the not-so-subtle hint from her sister and left her alone
* * * * *
Night after night, Dawn sneaked out to the Magic Box, and night after night, Spike followed her. It was like an unspoken agreement between the pair. As soon as Buffy had finished patrolling and the rest of the house was asleep, Dawn would be gone.
She was never at the shop for more than a few minutes before Spike joined her with his usual curse of, "Sodding bell!" to mark his entrance. As they methodically combed every book in the store for a way to get Dawn home, Spike talked Dawn into giving him Elvish lessons, and by the end of the week, he'd actually caught on to the language pretty well.
"Bet they don't have a word for 'vampire' in your world, pet," Spike joked.
"Uma. Ta naa Agaryulnaer," Dawn responded. [Yes. It is Vampire.]
"Agaryulnaer? Neat," Spike commented before turning his attention back to the book before him. They had been breaking into the Magic Box for six nights straight now, and they had gone through nearly every book, every scroll, and every parchment Giles kept on the premises, and still they had found nothing to help Dawn.
One more night and they would be finished. Although she refused to show it, Spike could tell Dawn was worried, with only a handful of books left and nothing to go on. He tried to keep the mood light for her, but it seemed nothing he said could draw a smile out of her.
Silence stretched on between them, until at last Spike could stand it no more. "So. . . How do you say 'Big Bad' then? Always nice to learn your own title in another language."
Success! The tiniest, barest hint of a smile flickered over Dawn's face and she thought for a moment. Spike fought the urge to hug Dawn. He knew if he startled her, she'd just clam right back up again. Bloody stubborn Summers women were like that.
"Um, Alta Nquel. Lle naa i'Alta Nquel." [Big Bad. You are the Big Bad.]
The candles were burning low. Spike slammed his book shut. "C'mon pet, time to go. We can finish up here tomorrow night."
Dawn reluctantly returned her book to its original position and helped Spike give the store a quick once over to make sure they hadn't left any tell-tale clues, and they were on their way home.
The Summers residence came into view, and Dawn and Spike froze in their tracks. The porch light was off, but in the darkness, the seat on the front porch was occupied by a slip of a blond woman. Buffy was staring out into the night, so lost in her thoughts that she was yet to notice Spike and Dawn's approach from a hundred yards off.
A look passed between the pair of late-night renegades and they crept off the footpath, melting into the shadows. As one, they employed all their powers of stealth to make it to the large row of hedges blocking the Summers' yard from the neighbour's undetected.
"You stay here, pet. Wait for me to get big sis to make a move and slip on up to bed," Spike breathed in Dawn's ear. He didn't even wait for her to nod her assent before backtracking a few paces and stepping out into the light, strutting down the sidewalk as if he owned it. Owned the whole town, even. He flicked his cigarette aside.
"Slayer," he drawled. He smirked a little to himself as Buffy's eyes widened with a minute movement. He'd deliberately used his lowest, sexiest voice, the one that could have her doing anything his unbeating heart desired within five minutes.
"Spike," Buffy stammered, trying to regain her composure. "What are you doing out so late?"
"Uh, hello? Creature of the night, love. This is like early afternoon for my kind."
"Right," Buffy said lamely, unable to keep the tiredness from dripping through her words.
Spike frowned. "Why aren't you asleep, Buff? I know you're tired."
Buffy shrugged. Her face was that very special mask of hopelessness mixed with secrecy that Spike particularly hated. It said she was upset and she wasn't going to let anyone help her out. "Just thinking. I can't sleep."
A wicked grin had taken hold of Spike's features and before he knew what he'd said, "Well I've got plenty of other activities to keep you busy up in your room if sleeping's not you thing, pet," had come out of his mouth. He didn't waste his precious nanosecond pretending to regret it.
Buffy glared at him coolly for a minute, but then her defences deserted her and of its own accord, her body threw itself into Spike's. They stumbled onto the darkened lawn and Buffy was already clawing at Spike's belt buckle by the time her body landed on top of his.
Spike roughly pulled the Slayer down towards him, crushing her tiny frame into his arms until her entire world had been condensed into one lithe vampire writhing beneath her.
For a second, Dawn watched her sister and her best friend together with complete detachment. She had considered letting her mind wander to her own memories of Spike, buried deep in time and loneliness, but at the harsh reminder of Legolas' reaction to that very memory Dawn was almost sick to her stomach. She clutched at the offending body part and ran silently to the back of the house, trying to outrun the grunts now coming from the front yard.
* * * * *
Well, who doesn't love a bit of Spuffy in the mix! And hey, there'll be an actual return of the songfic in the next chapter, and I know, I know, it's about time! Thanks for reading and (hint hint) reviewing! ~Anoron.