When In Rome
Someone pointed out some Star Wars gaffe of mine in a review, but all I have to say is: I've improved! When I was little I thought Obi-Wan was OB1, like R2D2 or something! :-) Hee.
11 Troublemaker
Dawn thought about what had happened last night with truth or dare: the whole 'Spike-Buffy debacle' as she was calling it. She used to think of herself as a friend to Spike, so when she felt betrayed it hurt that much more, but if Xander of all people was ready to forgive him, why shouldn't she. In truth she already had, but for some reason she had too much pride to admit it. Something she and her sister had in common. Buffy had avoided Spike as much as possible the rest of the day. So, Dawn thought, it's time to get obnoxious.
"Spike!" Dawn said walking in to an open office and knocking on the wall as she went. No one answered. "The door says this is someone else's office so"
"Yeah, it's Angel's." Spike said walking in behind her. "The bastard still hasn't given me an office."
"You should demand a little respect when you get home... baby." Dawn said quoting great philosopher Aritha Franklin.
Spike chuckled. "So what are you doing her, Little Bit?"
"I'm not so little, ya know." Dawn said, raising her head a little.
Spike smiled. "Yeah, I know. I just missed calling you that, is all."
"I missed hearing it." Dawn said, but she felt a little awkward about it, so she quickly moved on. "Anyway, remember how last night you asked me what I was up to and I was all vague and teenager-y, big with the 'fine's and 'yeah's? I figured we should just meet somewhere and meet. Talk."
"Sure." Spike happily agreed.
"Okay. One pm at that cool place with the bumper cars." Dawn suggested.
"The place by the park? Theeee something Shack." Spike questioned.
"Right. The joint? The stuff?" Dawn brain stormed, trying to remember the name of the restaurant she had seen on her earlier expeditions with Buffy and Willow.
"Oh right. The Junk Shack. No, the Junk Shed. Sounds promising, for a restaurant." Spike said cooly.
Dawn gave a small chuckle. "Okay, see you then." She started to walk out.
"And you'll tell me all about everything, from Italian boys that 'ask you to have their babies'-" he said, referring to what Dawn had told her sister in Italian the other night "to those motor scooter things that are apparently pretty popular there?" Spike called out after her.
Dawn didn't turn around, it was almost like she couldn't look at him. "Uh, yeah."
"Hey, Buff!" Dawn called, walking back into the hotel room and throwing her bag on the bed.
"In here, Dawnie!" Buffy called from the bathroom.
Dawn walked over to see her sister in a summer dress applying makeup in front of the bathroom mirror. "You're not going out anywhere, are you?" Dawn asked with a touch of panic in her voice.
Actually, Angel's friend Lorne, the green one" Buffy said clarifying for her sister, who just impatiently gestured for her to continue "was going to take me, Will and Xand to see a club he was thinking of buying. It's still in business though, so I figured I should look nice."
"How's he going to buy it if someone already owns it?" Dawn asked, temporarily distracted from the mounting unease in her stomach.
"Well he 'heard it on the DL that that fish was gonna sink', or in other words Gunn told him the Regurgitating demon who owns it is gonna be in a bit of trouble with the big guys." Buffy relayed.
"Okay, one: big guys?" Dawn asked, tensely.
"I did not mean polytheistic Gods, I meant Wolfram & Hart." she answered.
"And two: clubbing during the daytime? Isn't that more of a night thing?" Dawn asked, thinly veiling displeasure in something.
"Well, Lorne doesn't own the club yet, so there's no anti-violence spell, and at nighttime vamps show up, and if you know anything about my job description..." Buffy told her sister, smirking, think that should have been common sense.
Dawn looked up, and left, and everywhere but Buffy's eyes. "But I thought maybe we could do some sisterly bonding."
"Hey, did Spike hook you up with a secret operation, too? Because I can't imagine Dawn, my sister, volunteering herself for a family bonding moment without numerous lobotomies." She asked, humorously.
Dawn sighed, her stomach felt like something was swimming in it. "Buffy, but I already made reservations. It's this really swanky place. All the celebrities go there. Cameron Diaz was spotted there with Justin Timberlake just last week."
Buffy rolled her eyes "What time is it for? I'm a flexible person."
"One o'clock." Dawn answered.
TBC
Someone pointed out some Star Wars gaffe of mine in a review, but all I have to say is: I've improved! When I was little I thought Obi-Wan was OB1, like R2D2 or something! :-) Hee.
11 Troublemaker
Dawn thought about what had happened last night with truth or dare: the whole 'Spike-Buffy debacle' as she was calling it. She used to think of herself as a friend to Spike, so when she felt betrayed it hurt that much more, but if Xander of all people was ready to forgive him, why shouldn't she. In truth she already had, but for some reason she had too much pride to admit it. Something she and her sister had in common. Buffy had avoided Spike as much as possible the rest of the day. So, Dawn thought, it's time to get obnoxious.
"Spike!" Dawn said walking in to an open office and knocking on the wall as she went. No one answered. "The door says this is someone else's office so"
"Yeah, it's Angel's." Spike said walking in behind her. "The bastard still hasn't given me an office."
"You should demand a little respect when you get home... baby." Dawn said quoting great philosopher Aritha Franklin.
Spike chuckled. "So what are you doing her, Little Bit?"
"I'm not so little, ya know." Dawn said, raising her head a little.
Spike smiled. "Yeah, I know. I just missed calling you that, is all."
"I missed hearing it." Dawn said, but she felt a little awkward about it, so she quickly moved on. "Anyway, remember how last night you asked me what I was up to and I was all vague and teenager-y, big with the 'fine's and 'yeah's? I figured we should just meet somewhere and meet. Talk."
"Sure." Spike happily agreed.
"Okay. One pm at that cool place with the bumper cars." Dawn suggested.
"The place by the park? Theeee something Shack." Spike questioned.
"Right. The joint? The stuff?" Dawn brain stormed, trying to remember the name of the restaurant she had seen on her earlier expeditions with Buffy and Willow.
"Oh right. The Junk Shack. No, the Junk Shed. Sounds promising, for a restaurant." Spike said cooly.
Dawn gave a small chuckle. "Okay, see you then." She started to walk out.
"And you'll tell me all about everything, from Italian boys that 'ask you to have their babies'-" he said, referring to what Dawn had told her sister in Italian the other night "to those motor scooter things that are apparently pretty popular there?" Spike called out after her.
Dawn didn't turn around, it was almost like she couldn't look at him. "Uh, yeah."
"Hey, Buff!" Dawn called, walking back into the hotel room and throwing her bag on the bed.
"In here, Dawnie!" Buffy called from the bathroom.
Dawn walked over to see her sister in a summer dress applying makeup in front of the bathroom mirror. "You're not going out anywhere, are you?" Dawn asked with a touch of panic in her voice.
Actually, Angel's friend Lorne, the green one" Buffy said clarifying for her sister, who just impatiently gestured for her to continue "was going to take me, Will and Xand to see a club he was thinking of buying. It's still in business though, so I figured I should look nice."
"How's he going to buy it if someone already owns it?" Dawn asked, temporarily distracted from the mounting unease in her stomach.
"Well he 'heard it on the DL that that fish was gonna sink', or in other words Gunn told him the Regurgitating demon who owns it is gonna be in a bit of trouble with the big guys." Buffy relayed.
"Okay, one: big guys?" Dawn asked, tensely.
"I did not mean polytheistic Gods, I meant Wolfram & Hart." she answered.
"And two: clubbing during the daytime? Isn't that more of a night thing?" Dawn asked, thinly veiling displeasure in something.
"Well, Lorne doesn't own the club yet, so there's no anti-violence spell, and at nighttime vamps show up, and if you know anything about my job description..." Buffy told her sister, smirking, think that should have been common sense.
Dawn looked up, and left, and everywhere but Buffy's eyes. "But I thought maybe we could do some sisterly bonding."
"Hey, did Spike hook you up with a secret operation, too? Because I can't imagine Dawn, my sister, volunteering herself for a family bonding moment without numerous lobotomies." She asked, humorously.
Dawn sighed, her stomach felt like something was swimming in it. "Buffy, but I already made reservations. It's this really swanky place. All the celebrities go there. Cameron Diaz was spotted there with Justin Timberlake just last week."
Buffy rolled her eyes "What time is it for? I'm a flexible person."
"One o'clock." Dawn answered.
TBC