When in Rome
Hopefully I will start updating more often now! I hope you enjoy! Please review.
2 Sleep on a Bed of Hay
There were little chirping birdies, and bright, bright sunshine shining, and the smell of cinnamon was wafting in from the kitchen. It was bordering on ridiculous. "Did I wake up in some Norman Rockwell painting?" Dawn wondered to herself. Then she heard her sisters voice.
"I don't know if chaining her up is our best bet." Nope, it was no Norman Rockwell. "I know, but it must have been really traumatic the first time around. I just don't think that would be the best thing for her."
"Hey, we have to think of us, too! How guilty would you feel, if a slayer you helped to create, murdered everyone. Me included!" Dawn said, walking in to the room.
Buffy rolled her eyes, and continued to talk on the phone, assumedly to Andrew. "She's tranqed now, right? So, keep a few slayers on her, and come over to my apartment and we can talk." There was a pause, as Andrew said something that seemed to annoy/confuse (take you pick) Buffy. Finally, she interupted him, scolding "Just head over here!"
"Andrew?" Dawn asked walking in to the kitchen.
"Always." Her sister answered. Not speaking the local language had put a bit of a damper on her social life. Buffy wished Willow or Xander would come back. Talking on the phone just wasn't the same, and besides, Rome was way better then South America or Africa any day of the week. It felt weird, them split up all over the world.
Dawn noticed the somewhat bitter tone in her sisters voice, but before she could say anything Buffy interceted. "I'm making sticky buns! I was in a sweet mood, oat bran wasn't gonna cut it."
"Yummy. No one's complaining!" Dawn smiled, plopping down next to her sister, in the small kitchen table. Just as Dawn's hiney touched the seat Buffy's got up. The little oven ringer started buzzing. "Ooo, they're ready!"
Buffy grabbed an oven mit. Buffy always knew she wasn't normal, but rescently she had grown a biggie sized helping of disdain for oven mits, of all things, and realized she was a spectacularly large weirdo. It wasn't oven mits per se that she despised, they were symbolic of something larger, to Buffy. Dawn had made her one once, back in second grade. Sure it was holey and lopsided, but Buffy missed it. They lost everything, except a few photos and money she happened to keep in her wallet. They had no idea Sunnydale was going to cave in, they hadn't packed. And so, when they setteled down, Buffy had to buy a new oven mit, a new everything.
"Are you gonna use that to take out the cinnamon rolls, or are you just going to gaze at it, Miss Thousand-Yard-Stare?" Dawn asked, reminding Buffy what she was holding the oven mit for. Just as she opened the oven the door burst opened.
"Wow, that was quick." Buffy said, not looking up, simply assuming it was Andrew.
However, it was a woman's voice that answered her, close to tears. "I know!"
Buffy nearly dropped the tray when she heard that voice, but she managed to catch it. But then she abandoned it, and ran towards the woman in the doorway.
"Willow!" She cried, happily hugging her. Willow managed a genuine smile, but when Buffy pulled away she could see her friend was really upset. "What's wrong?" She asked.
"Kennedy! We got into such a huge fight. But it's more than that, we don't... well, we're not... a couple anymore. I just couldn't stay around her, it's too hard." Buffy hugged Willow again, and then Dawn came up to them, and they made a Willow sandwhich. Willow let out a teary laugh.
"Looks like I have perfect timing, delicious food is being served." Willow said.
"Buffy made it, but seeing as how it's not part meat part vegatable, we should be fine." Dawn teased, heading back towards the kitchen.
"Ha ha." Buffy said, following her into the kitchen, and grabbing Willow's arm in hers. "Are you okay?" She whispered to her friend.
"I will be, now." She smiled.
Buffy walked over to the rolls, and started topping them with icing, while Dawn and Willow caught up. Then she brought them over to the table, and they all chowed down, saving one for Andrew, for when he came.
They were finished, and seriously contemplating just stealing the lone sticky bun for themself, but then the door bell rang.
"It's open!" Buffy called. Dealing with vampires, who needed more then an unlocked to to get in gave Buffy a false sense of the world. She tried, but she just couldn't get into the habit of locking the door. At least it would save her from Slasher Movie Damsel Syndrom (you know, where the killers coming, and they're so scared they drop the keys, and then die).
Andrew walked in.
"Check out the 'do." Willow smiled, noticing his longer hair style.
Andrew jumped back, starteled. "Wow, people are just reappearing all over the place!"
"Huh?" the girls questioned.
Andrew mumbled underneath his breath. He was so clumsy. He almost let it slip about SpiÐ He Who Must Not Be Mentioned To Any Of The Scoobies.
"UmÐ wellÐ you knowÐ" he stumbled. "Dana! Right! Dana! Another slayer, poppin' up, like uh, a weed! Or tribbles."
Willow looked at him really hard. "Stop staring at me!" he yelled nervously, and averted his eyes.
"You're lying about something." Willow said, then she looked at Buffy and Dawn "And you haven't been sleeping." she said to Buff "And your worried."
"What!?" Dawn said, touching her had, as if she thought there was a little cartoon thought bubble coming out of it.
"I've been working on my wicca... Kennedy was helping me! I was her kite!" Willow said, tearing up again.
"Oh, boy." Buffy sighed.
Dawn looked at Buffy. "What I'm worried about, is you Buffy." She told her. "What's wrong? why haven't you been sleeping?"
Buffy felt a sting, she didn't want to make her sister worry. "It's nothing Dawn, just these silly dreams I've been having."
"Slayer dreams?" Willow asked.
Buffy really didn't want to get into this. "At first I thought they were. Probably it's just wishful thinking, though."
Buffy got up and started picking up the dishes and bringing them to the sink. "Here, Andrew." She said, handing him a roll, which made his face light up.
"Yay, I can get that dirty penny taste out of my mouth." The three girls looked at him, a little weirded.
When he failed to embelish, Buffy asked "Why do you have dirty penny taste in your mouth?"
"Hey! Don't change the subject!" Willow said, standing up, and walking over to Buffy before he could answer.
"What subject?" Buffy asked, coyly playing dumb.
Willow gave her an impatient smile. "What were you dreaming about."
"I just thought, maybe, Spike wasn't dead." Buffy said, softly.
Andrew tensened up. Willow reached out for her friends hand, Buffy grabbing hold of it. "He is, Buffy. I know that kind of thing is hard to deal with. I can help. 'Cause of Tara." Willow said, her eyes welling up again.
"Umm" Andrew started.
TBC
Hopefully I will start updating more often now! I hope you enjoy! Please review.
2 Sleep on a Bed of Hay
There were little chirping birdies, and bright, bright sunshine shining, and the smell of cinnamon was wafting in from the kitchen. It was bordering on ridiculous. "Did I wake up in some Norman Rockwell painting?" Dawn wondered to herself. Then she heard her sisters voice.
"I don't know if chaining her up is our best bet." Nope, it was no Norman Rockwell. "I know, but it must have been really traumatic the first time around. I just don't think that would be the best thing for her."
"Hey, we have to think of us, too! How guilty would you feel, if a slayer you helped to create, murdered everyone. Me included!" Dawn said, walking in to the room.
Buffy rolled her eyes, and continued to talk on the phone, assumedly to Andrew. "She's tranqed now, right? So, keep a few slayers on her, and come over to my apartment and we can talk." There was a pause, as Andrew said something that seemed to annoy/confuse (take you pick) Buffy. Finally, she interupted him, scolding "Just head over here!"
"Andrew?" Dawn asked walking in to the kitchen.
"Always." Her sister answered. Not speaking the local language had put a bit of a damper on her social life. Buffy wished Willow or Xander would come back. Talking on the phone just wasn't the same, and besides, Rome was way better then South America or Africa any day of the week. It felt weird, them split up all over the world.
Dawn noticed the somewhat bitter tone in her sisters voice, but before she could say anything Buffy interceted. "I'm making sticky buns! I was in a sweet mood, oat bran wasn't gonna cut it."
"Yummy. No one's complaining!" Dawn smiled, plopping down next to her sister, in the small kitchen table. Just as Dawn's hiney touched the seat Buffy's got up. The little oven ringer started buzzing. "Ooo, they're ready!"
Buffy grabbed an oven mit. Buffy always knew she wasn't normal, but rescently she had grown a biggie sized helping of disdain for oven mits, of all things, and realized she was a spectacularly large weirdo. It wasn't oven mits per se that she despised, they were symbolic of something larger, to Buffy. Dawn had made her one once, back in second grade. Sure it was holey and lopsided, but Buffy missed it. They lost everything, except a few photos and money she happened to keep in her wallet. They had no idea Sunnydale was going to cave in, they hadn't packed. And so, when they setteled down, Buffy had to buy a new oven mit, a new everything.
"Are you gonna use that to take out the cinnamon rolls, or are you just going to gaze at it, Miss Thousand-Yard-Stare?" Dawn asked, reminding Buffy what she was holding the oven mit for. Just as she opened the oven the door burst opened.
"Wow, that was quick." Buffy said, not looking up, simply assuming it was Andrew.
However, it was a woman's voice that answered her, close to tears. "I know!"
Buffy nearly dropped the tray when she heard that voice, but she managed to catch it. But then she abandoned it, and ran towards the woman in the doorway.
"Willow!" She cried, happily hugging her. Willow managed a genuine smile, but when Buffy pulled away she could see her friend was really upset. "What's wrong?" She asked.
"Kennedy! We got into such a huge fight. But it's more than that, we don't... well, we're not... a couple anymore. I just couldn't stay around her, it's too hard." Buffy hugged Willow again, and then Dawn came up to them, and they made a Willow sandwhich. Willow let out a teary laugh.
"Looks like I have perfect timing, delicious food is being served." Willow said.
"Buffy made it, but seeing as how it's not part meat part vegatable, we should be fine." Dawn teased, heading back towards the kitchen.
"Ha ha." Buffy said, following her into the kitchen, and grabbing Willow's arm in hers. "Are you okay?" She whispered to her friend.
"I will be, now." She smiled.
Buffy walked over to the rolls, and started topping them with icing, while Dawn and Willow caught up. Then she brought them over to the table, and they all chowed down, saving one for Andrew, for when he came.
They were finished, and seriously contemplating just stealing the lone sticky bun for themself, but then the door bell rang.
"It's open!" Buffy called. Dealing with vampires, who needed more then an unlocked to to get in gave Buffy a false sense of the world. She tried, but she just couldn't get into the habit of locking the door. At least it would save her from Slasher Movie Damsel Syndrom (you know, where the killers coming, and they're so scared they drop the keys, and then die).
Andrew walked in.
"Check out the 'do." Willow smiled, noticing his longer hair style.
Andrew jumped back, starteled. "Wow, people are just reappearing all over the place!"
"Huh?" the girls questioned.
Andrew mumbled underneath his breath. He was so clumsy. He almost let it slip about SpiÐ He Who Must Not Be Mentioned To Any Of The Scoobies.
"UmÐ wellÐ you knowÐ" he stumbled. "Dana! Right! Dana! Another slayer, poppin' up, like uh, a weed! Or tribbles."
Willow looked at him really hard. "Stop staring at me!" he yelled nervously, and averted his eyes.
"You're lying about something." Willow said, then she looked at Buffy and Dawn "And you haven't been sleeping." she said to Buff "And your worried."
"What!?" Dawn said, touching her had, as if she thought there was a little cartoon thought bubble coming out of it.
"I've been working on my wicca... Kennedy was helping me! I was her kite!" Willow said, tearing up again.
"Oh, boy." Buffy sighed.
Dawn looked at Buffy. "What I'm worried about, is you Buffy." She told her. "What's wrong? why haven't you been sleeping?"
Buffy felt a sting, she didn't want to make her sister worry. "It's nothing Dawn, just these silly dreams I've been having."
"Slayer dreams?" Willow asked.
Buffy really didn't want to get into this. "At first I thought they were. Probably it's just wishful thinking, though."
Buffy got up and started picking up the dishes and bringing them to the sink. "Here, Andrew." She said, handing him a roll, which made his face light up.
"Yay, I can get that dirty penny taste out of my mouth." The three girls looked at him, a little weirded.
When he failed to embelish, Buffy asked "Why do you have dirty penny taste in your mouth?"
"Hey! Don't change the subject!" Willow said, standing up, and walking over to Buffy before he could answer.
"What subject?" Buffy asked, coyly playing dumb.
Willow gave her an impatient smile. "What were you dreaming about."
"I just thought, maybe, Spike wasn't dead." Buffy said, softly.
Andrew tensened up. Willow reached out for her friends hand, Buffy grabbing hold of it. "He is, Buffy. I know that kind of thing is hard to deal with. I can help. 'Cause of Tara." Willow said, her eyes welling up again.
"Umm" Andrew started.
TBC