A/N: Based in season 6. Buffy died and came back.She and Spike are sleeping together. Dawn's the key and steals and all that other crap.
It's rated 'R' for future sexual references. It actually gets too graphic in sex scenes that I'm going to have to censor it and put it on adultfanfic. So when the time comes and you want to read it, I'll give you the site and you can. Of course you have to be 18 or older and blah blah blah.
They both decided to ignore what happened, blaming it on lack of sleep and a possible side affects of the blood that might have seeped into their veins, from the kartigo demon. So, they both went on their merry way. Dawn to school, only to go to her first period then skip the rest of the day. Spike went back to sleep, images of Dawn stealing things in his head.
Hours later, at the Magick Shop, Dawn sat reading dusty volumes, taking notes like Giles told her to. Spike was sitting across from her, his feet crossed at his ankles as he was shrugged into his chair. He was counting all the tiles on the floor.
"Blood hell, niblet, you've read that same page five times all ready. I think I know everything I need to bloody know about a shrappkit mating habits and pregnancy," he exasperated, still trying to keep the count in his head.
"You're such a wanker, Spike. I know for a fact that you've counted those tiles before and you know there are five hundred and seven. So stop trying to amuse yourself."
He cheekily grinned and reached across the table and closed her book. He threw her a smirk and continued to count. Being easy to annoy him, she started to count with him and mess him up.
"45, 72, 100, 34, 4, 1, 99," her voice said a joining Spike's in a weird twin like manner.
"Damn brat," he whispered under his breath. A heavy book soon connected to his chest and he almost fell backwards in his chair. He looked at Dawn with big eyes as she innocently stared back at him. She broke into a smile and opened her book, deciding to read.
Everything got quiet with Dawn and Spike as Buffy walked in. Her body was tight and walked with quick movements. Small abrasions and yellow bruises littered over the skin that was visible. She looked very annoyed and irritated. Dropping her things at the table, she gave Spike a look. It was fast and no one would ever catch it, but he got it.
"Goin' out for a smoke," he excused and went towards the training room, to hopefully score with Buffy.
Dawn sighed and watched the two walk. Lately, she was always being left out. Eyeing the dirty book with pages definitely worthy of paper cuts, she decided to continue. Even if it was just busy work.
Willow, Tara, Xander, and Anya came back from their double date and walked through the door, all together. They all said a collectively "Hey Dawn" which sounded like a chorus. She gave a little smile and went back to her book, glad she had something to keep her from the outside. Silence, lately, has been something she craved, but never got. There always seemed to be noise inside of her head. And it wasn't her own noise.
"You reading, Dawnie?" Willow asked while snuggling with Tara.
"It would look that way, red," she said, under her breath, but then just nodded for their benefit.
"Where's Buffy?" questioned Xander, who was standing by the cash register, eyeing Anya's low-neck line that swooped down towards her breasts.
"Training."
Everyone got settled in, reading books and taking notes. Willow even got out her highlighter out and made neon marks when the really important things came about. Xander was drooling on his notes and Anya was rubbing his leg, causing him to groan every so often. So basically, Willow, Tara, and Dawn were the only ones working.
And out of no where, Dawn started to feel really hot. The words on the page started to blur as they went out of focus. Everything seemed to be pressing on her from all sides and she just needed to explode. She just needed to...
"Ughhh," she moaned, not able to suppress it. Everyone started at her, their eyes wide and white.
Then it just happened. Her breath started to pick up and she could hardly catch it. Her body was trembling and sweat was starting to bead up at her forehead. The whole room seemed like a vacuum had sucked all the air out and there was no room to breath. Never feeling this way before, she started to panic.
"Are you okay, Dawn? You look a little flushed," Willow said, getting up from her chair to get a glass of water to bring it to Dawn.
"Are you getting sick?" Anya insisted. "Because if you're getting sick, then Xander and I are leaving. My immune system is still not at its greatest since I got sick the last time and I don't want to lie around in bed all day and not have sex with Xander."
Anya quickly got up and walked out the door, with Xander in tow. Meanwhile, Dawn was quickly drinking the water, trying to let it cool off her body.
It didn't work.
She tried to calm her nerves, but everything was too damn hot. She tried to rub her legs together, to get a little friction, but it wasn't helping. Licking her lips since they were suddenly feeling dry, she got an image of her sister, trashing against a wall, moaning, and in the throes of...
Dawn quickly got off the chair, knocking it to the floor, and ran out the door.
Tara and Willow looked as she escaped, quietly wondering to themselves what was going on.
Moments later, Buffy and Spike exited the training room, looking a little more than disheveled.
"Where's Dawn?" Spike asked, running his hand through his hair.
She sat on the floor in her room. She was rocking back and forth, her face on the side of her head.
"I don't find my sister attractive. I don't find my sister attractive," she mumbled. Over and over again, trying to force it into her head.
She wasn't gay. Well, she's never kissed a girl before and didn't find the desire too, so she was pretty sure she wasn't a lesbian. And truly she didn't find her sister even remotely hot. Not only was that gayish, but incest! And Dawn knew she wasn't that messed up.
She fell asleep on the floor, totally exhausted and craving silence.
