Title: Confessions of a Teenage Watcher
Author: Episkopos Reverend Alixtii O'Krull V, TRL of the Church of St. Jesu the Heretic, Discordian
Timeline: Somewhere around "The Girl in Question." Spoilers for "Chosen."
Rating: PG
Summary: Dawn Summers is an American attending an Italian high school in Rome. Beatrice DeCosta is her Italian classmate. Their rôles as Watcher and Slayer will send them into a world of high intrigue as the Council tries to assert its control over the guardianship of the Cleveland Hellmouth.
A/N: So this is all I've written so far. Don't expect any more from me soon. I'm on hiatus, remember? Of course, don't be surprised if more shows up soon. This "hiatus" has been a joke. If you're interested in reading more Watcher!Dawn while you are waiting, try out my "The Legacy of Stephen," "Watcher's Burden," or "Divine Interventions."
Disclaimer: All original Buffy and Angel characters belong to Mutant Enemy, not me.
Finally, the airplane lands in Cleveland. Dawn can't wait to get off.
They leave customs without declaring anything, since they FedExed their weapons to Faith before leaving. All that's in their bags is their clothes, along with a couple stakes and a few bottles of holy water. Neither wood nor water is prescribed.
Faith and a man dressed as a priest (for an awful moment, Dawn flashbacks to Caleb) are waiting at the gate. Beatrice just looks at Faith with her mouth open. "You're . . . Faith," she finally manages.
"So I am," Faith says, bemused. She turns to Dawn. "So how are things in Italy? B' still with that new beau of hers?"
"The Immortal? Yeah."
"He's really hot," Beatrice chimes in.
Faith nods, thoughtfully. "Yeah. So I've heard."
"So, who's the priest?" Dawn asks.
He extends his hand to her. "I'm Father Marcus," he answers. "Headmaster at St. Clare's." Dawn takes the hand, shakes it.
Beatrice looks confused. "Who?"
"St. Clare's," Dawn repeats. "It's a school. You'll see." She turns back to the priest. "It's nice to finally meet you, Father," she says, although she still has to fight to keep the image of Caleb out of her mind.
"Likewise, Miss Summers," the priest answers, and it's with real welcome.
Dawn towards to Faith, and the two women embrace. "It's good to see you again."
"Same here. Your big sis behaving?"
Dawn just squeezes the Slayer harder. "Most of the time."
The two break and Faith and Fr. Marcus help Dawn and Beatrice with their luggage. "You tell me if she becomes a problem, so I can go over there and set things straight, okay?"
Dawn just smiles. "I'll do that, Faith."
They walk out of the airport into the parking lot, throw their suitcases into the back of a large van. "One of the advantages of running a high school," Fr. Marcus points out.
All through the ride from the airport, Beatrice just sits with her mouth open, staring at Faith, a look of wonder on the Italian girl's face.