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. Thanks to the Faithful Few - you know who you are..
Chapter 6 - Little Bursts of Golden Light
Xander moves the coffee table and comes to stand in front of Dawn. They both sit down, legs crosses Indian style across from each other. While this activity has become quite natural for them, they have never called up this force when others were watching. She closes her eyes to block out the distraction. His follow suit.
As they did that first night so long ago, they raise their palms and touch. They immediately feel the familiar energy flowing forth, rushing like a river through and in both of them equally. The familiar hum begins on cue.
Eyes open and connect and nothing else matters. The fierceness of his expression kindles her blood and she willingly reaches for him. They feel the glow pulsate and grow until it is visible to the human eye.
Willow and Giles sit amazed, as the couple seems to glow until little bursts of golden light are popping around them.
Xander and Dawn exchange a mischievous look just as the golden glow encompasses them totally. Their bodies glow more brightly until they are transparent shadows made of light. The two shadows merge and overlap until one figure is seen. This figure pulses strongly as it reaches a crescendo, the light bulbs in the room begin to burst, taking the room into darkness until the only light comes from the two in the floor.
As quickly as they joined, the shadows retreat and take back solid form. The light dims.
The next sound is Dawn's voice. Not seeming amazed or frightened but irritated. "Oh great, there's a flashlight in the side table beside of you Willow, can you grab it?"
By the time the light is on, Dawn is on the way to the kitchen for a broom to start sweeping up the broken bulbs and Xander is in the hall closet looking for extra light bulbs. Their tasks give Willow and Giles the chance to exchange questioning glances as they both sit in silent amazement to what they just saw.
Finding his voice, Giles calls to Xander as he replaces the light bulb in the hall for the second time in the last 24 hours. "I say, is that --- I mean, how long?"
Xander seems less nervous now as if the activity somehow effused his being with energy and confidence. He looks at Giles with a wry smile, "Bet you weren't expecting the light show, huh?"
Catching the wariness in Giles' expression, he tries to reassure him. "It's cool really, this has been going on for years. It's what we were telling you about."
Giles and Willow both feel a little embarrassed by their earlier brush off of Xander's descriptions of psychic interaction. Obviously, they had underestimated the phenomenon.
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Taking a deep breath, Giles again acknowledges that the phenomenon was truly a phenomena. By the time dinner was over, it was getting old. It looked like that were looking at several more hours before any translation came in from London.
"Well, not to be a poor host, but I think Dawnie and I are going to turn in if it's all the same to you. After a little, ah --- show --- you're --- I mean --- it's tiring." Xander explains.
Dawn smirks as she notes that he neglects to mention that he make him horny as all get out. Oh well, some secrets were worth keeping she thinks.
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Giles is up waiting for an email from London. After trying to turn in, Willow gives up and comes down to join him preferring to have some company than face a lonely bed. Since Kennedy left, being alone wasn't really that bad. She's channeled all of her energy into her magic, into her work. For a long time it was enough but now ---. Now - with everything all spooky again - it isn't enough.
Giles had been her mentor, her surrogate parent, for such a long time. Now he was her closest ally especially since Buffy went all Betty Crocker on her. But lately, she has started to feel a bit differently towards him, turning to him when she's lonesome. At first thought - and at second - she was quick to attribute her feelings to about one hundred other things but tonight, she really just wants someone to hold her. Magic, power - all the rest - is worthless - without someone who knows you, loves you. She guesses that's it. Giles really knows her.
Sitting on the opposite end of the big sofa from Giles, curled up like a little girl, Willow sighs loudly enough to have him look up from whatever he is reading and look her way. Perhaps it is something in her face or some magic that comes from truly knowing someone else, but he opens his arms to her and she crawls across the sofa without a moment's hesitation.
He holds her until her head falls into his lap and she finally sleeps. He muses to himself that this embrace should feel a bit more strained than it does. It actually feels quite natural, providing him with comfort as well. Too old and too wise to dismiss such a precious emotion even from such an unlikely source, he closes his own eyes as well.
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Xander pads down the stairs at daybreak. He smiles at the sight in front him. The saucy witch is curled up like a cat in the Watcher's lap. 'Well, well, well' he thinks. He starts to wake the two but quickly remembers the witch's temper. Umm, being turned into a rat or being skinned alive - he'll pass thank you. He tiptoes on past and on to the kitchen.
He is well on the way to finishing up his first cup of coffee, when the doorbell rings and rings and rings. By the time he's to the door, Giles and Willow are following on his heels.
They open the door only to be confronted with someone's rear. It seems that whoever the visitor is, they are running through a bag of some sort. Before anyone can formulate a question or a greeting, a familiar blond head looks around. Andrew attired in some lovely fake Vulcan ears - speaks with a good bit of hesitancy in his voice. "Ahh, hi guys!" Looking at Giles, he continues, "Ahh, hey boss, I decided to deliver the translation personally. Ya' know, you can never be too sure about email --- anyway, where's Dawnie?"
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. Thanks to the Faithful Few - you know who you are..
Chapter 6 - Little Bursts of Golden Light
Xander moves the coffee table and comes to stand in front of Dawn. They both sit down, legs crosses Indian style across from each other. While this activity has become quite natural for them, they have never called up this force when others were watching. She closes her eyes to block out the distraction. His follow suit.
As they did that first night so long ago, they raise their palms and touch. They immediately feel the familiar energy flowing forth, rushing like a river through and in both of them equally. The familiar hum begins on cue.
Eyes open and connect and nothing else matters. The fierceness of his expression kindles her blood and she willingly reaches for him. They feel the glow pulsate and grow until it is visible to the human eye.
Willow and Giles sit amazed, as the couple seems to glow until little bursts of golden light are popping around them.
Xander and Dawn exchange a mischievous look just as the golden glow encompasses them totally. Their bodies glow more brightly until they are transparent shadows made of light. The two shadows merge and overlap until one figure is seen. This figure pulses strongly as it reaches a crescendo, the light bulbs in the room begin to burst, taking the room into darkness until the only light comes from the two in the floor.
As quickly as they joined, the shadows retreat and take back solid form. The light dims.
The next sound is Dawn's voice. Not seeming amazed or frightened but irritated. "Oh great, there's a flashlight in the side table beside of you Willow, can you grab it?"
By the time the light is on, Dawn is on the way to the kitchen for a broom to start sweeping up the broken bulbs and Xander is in the hall closet looking for extra light bulbs. Their tasks give Willow and Giles the chance to exchange questioning glances as they both sit in silent amazement to what they just saw.
Finding his voice, Giles calls to Xander as he replaces the light bulb in the hall for the second time in the last 24 hours. "I say, is that --- I mean, how long?"
Xander seems less nervous now as if the activity somehow effused his being with energy and confidence. He looks at Giles with a wry smile, "Bet you weren't expecting the light show, huh?"
Catching the wariness in Giles' expression, he tries to reassure him. "It's cool really, this has been going on for years. It's what we were telling you about."
Giles and Willow both feel a little embarrassed by their earlier brush off of Xander's descriptions of psychic interaction. Obviously, they had underestimated the phenomenon.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Taking a deep breath, Giles again acknowledges that the phenomenon was truly a phenomena. By the time dinner was over, it was getting old. It looked like that were looking at several more hours before any translation came in from London.
"Well, not to be a poor host, but I think Dawnie and I are going to turn in if it's all the same to you. After a little, ah --- show --- you're --- I mean --- it's tiring." Xander explains.
Dawn smirks as she notes that he neglects to mention that he make him horny as all get out. Oh well, some secrets were worth keeping she thinks.
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Giles is up waiting for an email from London. After trying to turn in, Willow gives up and comes down to join him preferring to have some company than face a lonely bed. Since Kennedy left, being alone wasn't really that bad. She's channeled all of her energy into her magic, into her work. For a long time it was enough but now ---. Now - with everything all spooky again - it isn't enough.
Giles had been her mentor, her surrogate parent, for such a long time. Now he was her closest ally especially since Buffy went all Betty Crocker on her. But lately, she has started to feel a bit differently towards him, turning to him when she's lonesome. At first thought - and at second - she was quick to attribute her feelings to about one hundred other things but tonight, she really just wants someone to hold her. Magic, power - all the rest - is worthless - without someone who knows you, loves you. She guesses that's it. Giles really knows her.
Sitting on the opposite end of the big sofa from Giles, curled up like a little girl, Willow sighs loudly enough to have him look up from whatever he is reading and look her way. Perhaps it is something in her face or some magic that comes from truly knowing someone else, but he opens his arms to her and she crawls across the sofa without a moment's hesitation.
He holds her until her head falls into his lap and she finally sleeps. He muses to himself that this embrace should feel a bit more strained than it does. It actually feels quite natural, providing him with comfort as well. Too old and too wise to dismiss such a precious emotion even from such an unlikely source, he closes his own eyes as well.
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Xander pads down the stairs at daybreak. He smiles at the sight in front him. The saucy witch is curled up like a cat in the Watcher's lap. 'Well, well, well' he thinks. He starts to wake the two but quickly remembers the witch's temper. Umm, being turned into a rat or being skinned alive - he'll pass thank you. He tiptoes on past and on to the kitchen.
He is well on the way to finishing up his first cup of coffee, when the doorbell rings and rings and rings. By the time he's to the door, Giles and Willow are following on his heels.
They open the door only to be confronted with someone's rear. It seems that whoever the visitor is, they are running through a bag of some sort. Before anyone can formulate a question or a greeting, a familiar blond head looks around. Andrew attired in some lovely fake Vulcan ears - speaks with a good bit of hesitancy in his voice. "Ahh, hi guys!" Looking at Giles, he continues, "Ahh, hey boss, I decided to deliver the translation personally. Ya' know, you can never be too sure about email --- anyway, where's Dawnie?"
TBC
