A Touch of Sunnydale chapter 2- Faced With A choice
A/N: alright this is a flash back chapter, some people have been asking where her powers came from, this will explain it. Also, I forgot to mention that this takes place 1 year after Buffy ended, they are back from their little European tour, but Angel is still set during the current season (it's my fic if you don't like it get over it). It has been brought to my attention that I don't write like Dawn thinks, I am working on it, but, to make myself feel better, during the last episode of Buffy, Dawn says, "Anything you say is going to sound like goodbye." I think that this is pretty philosophical, and shows that she has grown up a lot, so I have convinced my self that I am showing her beginning to grow up, while still having childlike thoughts (yep that's my story and I'm sticking to it). As to her powers, I stole them from Charmed, get over it. Thank you for those who reviewed I will take into consideration your opinions. I know this chapter seems like she's being abducted by aliens, but who's to say the PTBs aren't aliens?
Now as I sit here unpacking my things, I remember. I remember everything, after all I have never forgotten. One second I was a perfectly normal key, then poof, I am a mystical freak. Alright so being a key isn't the epitome of normal, but there was nothing different about me… except for the fact that a hell god occasionally wanted to kill me, but who hasn't that happened to. You know, there was nothing that anyone could do to distinguish me from everyone else. And I guess it wasn't so much, poof as it was a choice; but they used the parent voice. You know the voice parents use when your faking sick and you know it and they know it, but they would rather make you feel guilty so they say 'you can stay home', but what they really mean is that 'you do have to go to school but we don't want to feel like mean parents on the really off chance that you actually are sick so we'll say that you can stay home, but you can't.'
I was sitting there on the sofa, the new icky green one from Cleveland, the old one is somewhere at the bottom of the pit with the street sign and our fridge, taking to Buffy, about college. I had gotten accepted to UCLA with a partial scholarship for art (I have no idea if there is an actual art program there but in this story it is a good one). A partial one, not a whole one, we were trying to figure out how we could afford to send me there, then the inevitable fight that was sure to follow when the subject of asking dad came up never came. I suddenly looked around; I definitely was not on the ugly green couch any more, and I was most definitely not arguing with Buffy, I was how ever floating, next to some creepy green guy; his skin looked sort of like our sofa. He said that he was one of the Powers that Be, I laughed, then he offered to give me powers in exchange for helping their champion. He said that the champion could help me get to college if I would help him. Then I made the mistake of asking who the champion was.
That was how I found myself, back on the disgusting green sofa, listening to Buffy rant, faced with a choice.
A/N: alright this is a flash back chapter, some people have been asking where her powers came from, this will explain it. Also, I forgot to mention that this takes place 1 year after Buffy ended, they are back from their little European tour, but Angel is still set during the current season (it's my fic if you don't like it get over it). It has been brought to my attention that I don't write like Dawn thinks, I am working on it, but, to make myself feel better, during the last episode of Buffy, Dawn says, "Anything you say is going to sound like goodbye." I think that this is pretty philosophical, and shows that she has grown up a lot, so I have convinced my self that I am showing her beginning to grow up, while still having childlike thoughts (yep that's my story and I'm sticking to it). As to her powers, I stole them from Charmed, get over it. Thank you for those who reviewed I will take into consideration your opinions. I know this chapter seems like she's being abducted by aliens, but who's to say the PTBs aren't aliens?
Now as I sit here unpacking my things, I remember. I remember everything, after all I have never forgotten. One second I was a perfectly normal key, then poof, I am a mystical freak. Alright so being a key isn't the epitome of normal, but there was nothing different about me… except for the fact that a hell god occasionally wanted to kill me, but who hasn't that happened to. You know, there was nothing that anyone could do to distinguish me from everyone else. And I guess it wasn't so much, poof as it was a choice; but they used the parent voice. You know the voice parents use when your faking sick and you know it and they know it, but they would rather make you feel guilty so they say 'you can stay home', but what they really mean is that 'you do have to go to school but we don't want to feel like mean parents on the really off chance that you actually are sick so we'll say that you can stay home, but you can't.'
I was sitting there on the sofa, the new icky green one from Cleveland, the old one is somewhere at the bottom of the pit with the street sign and our fridge, taking to Buffy, about college. I had gotten accepted to UCLA with a partial scholarship for art (I have no idea if there is an actual art program there but in this story it is a good one). A partial one, not a whole one, we were trying to figure out how we could afford to send me there, then the inevitable fight that was sure to follow when the subject of asking dad came up never came. I suddenly looked around; I definitely was not on the ugly green couch any more, and I was most definitely not arguing with Buffy, I was how ever floating, next to some creepy green guy; his skin looked sort of like our sofa. He said that he was one of the Powers that Be, I laughed, then he offered to give me powers in exchange for helping their champion. He said that the champion could help me get to college if I would help him. Then I made the mistake of asking who the champion was.
That was how I found myself, back on the disgusting green sofa, listening to Buffy rant, faced with a choice.