Fruition 2.0
By Penmom
As you well know, the usual things apply. This is my sequel to my other D/X fic - Dawn's Hero. It is post-BtVS; so it is obviously AU. You may or may not know that this is my second version of Fruition. I really liked how the piece started out but as I continued I felt like I was losing track of Dawn and Xander's characters. I thought to myself - it's your show (for once) just change it and so I have begun again. The story will be similar but hopefully cleaner and clearer. Premise - Dawn and Xander find out more than they wanted to know about the Key and its implications about their future. Let me know what you think, especially if you read Dawn's Hero or Fruition 1.0. Finally and last BUT not least Thanks to my faithful few - Silversonnet, Rob Clark and Kristy Marie!!! So, what do you think about this????? Hope the Great Pumpkin is Good to You!
Chapter 5 - Move away from the Lamps
"OK, OK!" Xander announces. "No deciphering until reinforcements arrive but do me a favor - leave Buffy and her brood in London!" The thought of Buffy, Spike, the two little Spikes and the new baby arriving for a visit was a more terrifying prospect than any ominous piece of paper.
Hearing Xander's appeal, Dawn's chimes in to agreed. "Please Giles, don't tell her! She's got her hands full with baby Joy!"
"Very well, perhaps Willow can accompany me."
Giles begins to drone on again, while Xander and Dawn share a celebratory high five over their small victory. The last time Buffy and Spike had shown up, the twins - Will and Alex - had managed to cause mayhem wherever they went. A better advertisement for family planning had never been published.
Finally, the plans made and the two head back upstairs for bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day!
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Once in bed, Dawn turns toward her husband. There are only of few side effects to the whole key situation that they've identified but one is definitely the ability to generate energy. And generate energy they do. As she matured, it seemed like the energy they created grew and grew until finally hitting a plateau about a year ago. It wasn't unusual for every light and appliance in the house to come on in the middle of ---well; Xander doesn't leave the saws plugged up anymore.
It does seem that along with the energy comes an increased libido. But sometimes she wonders if the desire has more to do with facilitating the joining of the two parts of the Key than satisfying any physical need. Whatever the reason, she welcomes it - the joining, the closeness, and the pleasure. As he reaches for her, drawing her closer into the curve of his body - she dismisses her thoughts - this may be the last quiet moment they have for a long while.
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Anyone boarding American Airlines Flight 364 to Seattle would notice the attractive couple. Given the disparity in their ages, one might easily assume that the stunning young woman was most likely the gentleman's second wife. The man was handsome, distinguished; one of those man who might actually look more attractive as he ages. The two seem to be intensively involved in whatever they are discussing, the man leaning in to put an arm around the women as they take their seats. The fact that the man is actually the last remaining icon of an ancient guild of Watchers and the woman is the most powerful witch in the Western Hemisphere is lost on everyone on the plane including each other.
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Giles and Willow arrive to 318 Waterfront Circle on a blustery October day. When they ring the bell, they hear Xander call out to him to come in. They open the door to find Xander on a tall ladder in the hallway. He looks to be changing a light bulb.
Looking at Willow and Giles, he promptly climbs down from his perch to greet them. "Well Gorgeous, how ya' doing?" he asks as he pulls Willow into a huge bear hug.
"Fine, if I could my breathe!" She answers, pulling back a bit to look at him while they talk.
He's aged nicely she thinks. Fast approaching thirty, he has lost whatever baby fat he had once accumulated. The patch, he persists in wearing despite the opportunity to have a prosthetic eye, affords him a dangerous edge. The accompanying scar along his cheek only seems to highlight his cheekbone. His broad shoulders are sturdy and muscular under his thermal long-sleeve tee shirt and his legs are solid and lean. She muses that he looks more the role of the pirate than the role of a carpenter.
Hearing the commotion, Dawn comes out from the kitchen, launching herself into Giles' arms. Truly the only father she has ever had, she feels better to having him near.
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Late afternoon finds the foursome settled in front of the huge stone fireplace drinking steaming mugs of hot tea. The events of the previous day have been recounted several different times and the small piece of parchment has been scanned and sent to the Guild in London for further study and interpretation. Giles has made it clear that this small sentence should be the top priority of his research staff.
"It helps to be the top dog" Xander quips.
Looking slightly embarrassed by the observation, Giles moves on to another piece of the puzzle. "Now onto this new found talent of yours. You say it's the first time it's manifested itself like this?"
Xander pulls himself up to the edge of his chair, looking anxious enough for him and Dawn both. "It's the first time that we've ever been under attack but yes, it's the first time we've incinerated three people if that's what you mean" he sarcastically clarifies.
Dawn reaches out to take his hand as she reframes his words; "It's always seemed like some kind of magnetic or electrical impulse but this is the first time that it's --- that we've hurt anything or --- anyone." She says the last word with a sigh.
Uncomfortable with her distress, Giles speaks again. "Very well then, do you think that you could --- the two of you that is --- attempt to demonstrate this energy you are describing --- that is if it wouldn't be too difficult."
Blushing, Dawn responds again for them both, "We can do it here, I mean, it used to be that it only happened when we were --- well, you know, but now it's a lot easier."
Xander chimes in with more information, "It used to always start with Dawnie and then go to me. But for about two years now, it's ---" hesitating he continues as if he is revealing an important secret, "it's in me too. All the time now. I can start it just like Dawnie."
Dawn realizes how hard it is for Xander to admit this fact that he is somehow part of the key now. It is something they accept but rarely discuss. That he is scared is something he really doesn't like to admit. She squeezes his hand reassuringly and pulls him up. She smiles at them actually looking excited about the demonstration to come.
With a giggle in her voice she advises them in move away from the lamps.
TBC
By Penmom
As you well know, the usual things apply. This is my sequel to my other D/X fic - Dawn's Hero. It is post-BtVS; so it is obviously AU. You may or may not know that this is my second version of Fruition. I really liked how the piece started out but as I continued I felt like I was losing track of Dawn and Xander's characters. I thought to myself - it's your show (for once) just change it and so I have begun again. The story will be similar but hopefully cleaner and clearer. Premise - Dawn and Xander find out more than they wanted to know about the Key and its implications about their future. Let me know what you think, especially if you read Dawn's Hero or Fruition 1.0. Finally and last BUT not least Thanks to my faithful few - Silversonnet, Rob Clark and Kristy Marie!!! So, what do you think about this????? Hope the Great Pumpkin is Good to You!
Chapter 5 - Move away from the Lamps
"OK, OK!" Xander announces. "No deciphering until reinforcements arrive but do me a favor - leave Buffy and her brood in London!" The thought of Buffy, Spike, the two little Spikes and the new baby arriving for a visit was a more terrifying prospect than any ominous piece of paper.
Hearing Xander's appeal, Dawn's chimes in to agreed. "Please Giles, don't tell her! She's got her hands full with baby Joy!"
"Very well, perhaps Willow can accompany me."
Giles begins to drone on again, while Xander and Dawn share a celebratory high five over their small victory. The last time Buffy and Spike had shown up, the twins - Will and Alex - had managed to cause mayhem wherever they went. A better advertisement for family planning had never been published.
Finally, the plans made and the two head back upstairs for bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day!
******************************
Once in bed, Dawn turns toward her husband. There are only of few side effects to the whole key situation that they've identified but one is definitely the ability to generate energy. And generate energy they do. As she matured, it seemed like the energy they created grew and grew until finally hitting a plateau about a year ago. It wasn't unusual for every light and appliance in the house to come on in the middle of ---well; Xander doesn't leave the saws plugged up anymore.
It does seem that along with the energy comes an increased libido. But sometimes she wonders if the desire has more to do with facilitating the joining of the two parts of the Key than satisfying any physical need. Whatever the reason, she welcomes it - the joining, the closeness, and the pleasure. As he reaches for her, drawing her closer into the curve of his body - she dismisses her thoughts - this may be the last quiet moment they have for a long while.
**************************
Anyone boarding American Airlines Flight 364 to Seattle would notice the attractive couple. Given the disparity in their ages, one might easily assume that the stunning young woman was most likely the gentleman's second wife. The man was handsome, distinguished; one of those man who might actually look more attractive as he ages. The two seem to be intensively involved in whatever they are discussing, the man leaning in to put an arm around the women as they take their seats. The fact that the man is actually the last remaining icon of an ancient guild of Watchers and the woman is the most powerful witch in the Western Hemisphere is lost on everyone on the plane including each other.
********************************
Giles and Willow arrive to 318 Waterfront Circle on a blustery October day. When they ring the bell, they hear Xander call out to him to come in. They open the door to find Xander on a tall ladder in the hallway. He looks to be changing a light bulb.
Looking at Willow and Giles, he promptly climbs down from his perch to greet them. "Well Gorgeous, how ya' doing?" he asks as he pulls Willow into a huge bear hug.
"Fine, if I could my breathe!" She answers, pulling back a bit to look at him while they talk.
He's aged nicely she thinks. Fast approaching thirty, he has lost whatever baby fat he had once accumulated. The patch, he persists in wearing despite the opportunity to have a prosthetic eye, affords him a dangerous edge. The accompanying scar along his cheek only seems to highlight his cheekbone. His broad shoulders are sturdy and muscular under his thermal long-sleeve tee shirt and his legs are solid and lean. She muses that he looks more the role of the pirate than the role of a carpenter.
Hearing the commotion, Dawn comes out from the kitchen, launching herself into Giles' arms. Truly the only father she has ever had, she feels better to having him near.
**********************
Late afternoon finds the foursome settled in front of the huge stone fireplace drinking steaming mugs of hot tea. The events of the previous day have been recounted several different times and the small piece of parchment has been scanned and sent to the Guild in London for further study and interpretation. Giles has made it clear that this small sentence should be the top priority of his research staff.
"It helps to be the top dog" Xander quips.
Looking slightly embarrassed by the observation, Giles moves on to another piece of the puzzle. "Now onto this new found talent of yours. You say it's the first time it's manifested itself like this?"
Xander pulls himself up to the edge of his chair, looking anxious enough for him and Dawn both. "It's the first time that we've ever been under attack but yes, it's the first time we've incinerated three people if that's what you mean" he sarcastically clarifies.
Dawn reaches out to take his hand as she reframes his words; "It's always seemed like some kind of magnetic or electrical impulse but this is the first time that it's --- that we've hurt anything or --- anyone." She says the last word with a sigh.
Uncomfortable with her distress, Giles speaks again. "Very well then, do you think that you could --- the two of you that is --- attempt to demonstrate this energy you are describing --- that is if it wouldn't be too difficult."
Blushing, Dawn responds again for them both, "We can do it here, I mean, it used to be that it only happened when we were --- well, you know, but now it's a lot easier."
Xander chimes in with more information, "It used to always start with Dawnie and then go to me. But for about two years now, it's ---" hesitating he continues as if he is revealing an important secret, "it's in me too. All the time now. I can start it just like Dawnie."
Dawn realizes how hard it is for Xander to admit this fact that he is somehow part of the key now. It is something they accept but rarely discuss. That he is scared is something he really doesn't like to admit. She squeezes his hand reassuringly and pulls him up. She smiles at them actually looking excited about the demonstration to come.
With a giggle in her voice she advises them in move away from the lamps.
TBC
