Chapter 2
Authors Notes: Hey, so far so good! The paragraphs might be a little messed up since I am a newbie, so have pity on me! OH OH OH and reviews! I got reviews!!! I've never gotten reviews!!! Thank you so much to jojoS1 and EmmyJ85 for reviewing. I've never gotten reviews!!! ::claps hands with glee. Seeing people staring at her, she stops, rather shamefully. She then stops referring to herself in the third person.:: Sorry, I'm just excited...ok. You can read on now.
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Buffy awoke with the seemingly worst headache she had ever had. She immediately noted the absence of her sister. "Dawn?" She croaked groggily, and then winced at the sound of her own voice. "Screw Dawn. Advil." She decided, before throwing on a pink fuzzy robe over her pajamas. 'Ugh,' She thought wearily 'Feels like someone stuck a spike through my head...Spike...mmm...' Not liking where this strange little thought was going, she shook her head. This didn't help her current state, and Buffy groaned. She barely stumbled down the stairs, Slayer powers keeping her from simply rolling down them. Still blinking wearily, she went into the kitchen.
"Morning sister dear!" Buffy blinked at the bright sunshine that filled the kitchen, and winced at her sister's voice, which seemed even brighter. When she could see again, she was pleased to find a gigantic stack of pancakes overflowing with syrup and butter in front of her.
"God loves the creator of pancakes." Buffy smiled, taking the plate. She stopped suddenly. "Would the creator of these particular pancakes be you?"
"Nope." Dawn grinned at the relieved look on her sister's face. "Willow made them bright and early when I told her about your dream." Buffy froze at the mention of her dream, and Dawn realized her mistake. She quickly continued "But anyway, the creator of the pancakes indeed is not Dawn."
Buffy, shaking off the remnants of the dream, moaned in relief, all but sinking her hands into the pancakes before Dawn quickly handed her a fork and knife. Fumbling a bit, she quickly stuffed a huge bite into her mouth, grunting her appreciation. Dawn grinned, catching her drift.
"Your welcome." She said dryly before leading Buffy to a seat at the table, which shone in the morning light. Already Buffy found a glass of orange juice and milk sitting in front of her, leaving her nothing to think about except eating. She was also thrilled to find two white pills sitting next to her milk.
"Dawn, I swear to God that you are a goddess." Buffy quickly downed the pills before a thought dawned on her. "Hey, do you have school today?" She felt a shock of panic go through her. She was Dawn's guardian now, and if she didn't make sure Dawn got a proper education and went to school, then Dawn would have to go away. To a foster home, with strange people and...with Mom gone Buffy didn't think she could handle that. Already she had yet to find a decent paying job that would support her and Dawn. Oh God, college! Buffy mind quickly began running it little circles, screaming at the top of its lungs, which isn't a good thing.
"Calm down Buffy!" Dawn said, seeing the panic in her sister's eyes. "You are REALLY out of it! Its Saturday for God's sake!" Dawn chuckled when she could visibly see her sister's mind slowly wind down, and sit quietly again.
Buffy sat bolt upright when a flaming blanket burst through her back door. Immediately on her feet, Dawn behind her, and a kitchen knife in hand within seconds, Buffy could only think 'I have been doing this FAR too long...' She breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly went on guard again when the blanket was dropped to reveal a peroxide head and an old leather jacket. 'Gotta love that leather...' Buffy thought, but her mind was interrupted by Spike speaking.
"Nice outfit Slayer." Spike drawled, causing Buffy to immediately look down and her outfit and pull her robe closed. Tightly closed. 'Last time I sleep in boxers and a cami again...' Buffy thought to herself, before putting on the role of righteous Slayer like a jacket. Because righteous Slayers don't have bad thoughts about vampires...
"What do you want Spike?" Buffy asked, interrupting that really annoying like voice. She crossed her arms over her chest, her hip jutting out to one side.
'And what nice hips she has...' Spike thought before pulling himself back to the present. "Contrary to what you may think love, I'm here with good reason. I had a dream last night, and not a happy one." His face darkened just remembering. All the Scoobies, all of them maimed and dead. And Dawn and Buffy...oh god...He doubted God was listening right now though. Despite what the Scoobies were led to believe, he had grown quite attached to him. Red and Glinda were decent to him, which was especially surprising from Red since he had tried to kill her a little over a year ago. The Demon girl was decent, and though Spike didn't have the warm fuzzies for Xander, you had to respect a regular human who had the guts to stay in this town knowing what was here.
"What dream did you have Spike, and how is this different from any other dream? Probably doesn't mean anything, chip might have caused it as well as neutering you." Spike winced and Buffy felt a little pang of guilt, which she quickly erased. She was a little pissed at him for barging in here. Or maybe a little pissed at herself for not looking better when he did.
"Important dream Slayer, I know prophetic ones from normal ones. The prophetic ones really don't usually include nudity and chocolate..." Spike leering at Buffy, and felt quite victorious when a blush graced her cheeks.
"Hey hey hey, minor in the room! Lets keep it PG-13 okay?" Dawn cried, covering her ears. Of course she had heard worse at school, but if Buffy knew that knowing how protective her sister was she would probably find herself home schooled. Which definitely wouldn't do wonders for her education.
"Sorry niblet, ohhh do I smell pancakes?" Spike lifted his head a little and sniffed, making him look like an interested, peroxide blonde dog. He quickly stopped when he heard Buffy's amused snort, and just gave her a dark look. He quickly sidestepped her into the kitchen and helped himself to some pancakes.
"Fine Spike, come in, tell us about your dream, help yourself to some pancakes while you ruin my morning." Buffy mutter irritably, still facing where Spike had been standing. She sighed, and turned around to follow Spike who was sitting on the counter, smiling gratefully while Dawn heated up some blood as he devoured the pancakes.
"Spike, get off the counter, Dawn, why do we all of a sudden carry blood?" Buffy asked, and Dawn shrugged sheepishly, her big eyes full of innocence. Buffy shook her head. "Never mind. Spike, tell us the dream."
"Dunno if I should love, considering the Nibblets request to keep it PG- 13." Buffy glared at Spike, and he quickly clarified. "The dream wasn't like that love, its just...unpleasant is probably an understatement... well, bad things happened."
"He's right. I didn't even tell you completely about my dream last night Dawn, and what I told you was bad. Leave for a little, and I'll tell you an edited version later." Buffy said. Dawn glared at her, but seeing that Buffy was still shaken and not up to a sibling fight, she left without any more complaint. Buffy sighed, again for like the third time that morning and turned to Spike. "So, what happened?" Buffy asked, surprised when Spike didn't meet her eyes. Usually it was her who broke eye contact, the strength and surprising purity of his sharp blue eyes usually proving too much for her. It was then she noticed how ragged he look. He cheekbones seemed more sunken and less sharp, and there were circles under his eyes. Finally, he looked up.
"Well, what I said before was true...my dream was definitely not all puppy dogs and flowers. Well, there were dead flowers but..." Spike sighed and began.
Authors Note: Sorry if it seems like I'm neglecting the rest of the Scoobies a little right now, but I promise they will get some action next chapter. Again more reviews! I find I rather like them, they're like written chocolate chip cookies. (
Authors Notes: Hey, so far so good! The paragraphs might be a little messed up since I am a newbie, so have pity on me! OH OH OH and reviews! I got reviews!!! I've never gotten reviews!!! Thank you so much to jojoS1 and EmmyJ85 for reviewing. I've never gotten reviews!!! ::claps hands with glee. Seeing people staring at her, she stops, rather shamefully. She then stops referring to herself in the third person.:: Sorry, I'm just excited...ok. You can read on now.
)()()()(
Buffy awoke with the seemingly worst headache she had ever had. She immediately noted the absence of her sister. "Dawn?" She croaked groggily, and then winced at the sound of her own voice. "Screw Dawn. Advil." She decided, before throwing on a pink fuzzy robe over her pajamas. 'Ugh,' She thought wearily 'Feels like someone stuck a spike through my head...Spike...mmm...' Not liking where this strange little thought was going, she shook her head. This didn't help her current state, and Buffy groaned. She barely stumbled down the stairs, Slayer powers keeping her from simply rolling down them. Still blinking wearily, she went into the kitchen.
"Morning sister dear!" Buffy blinked at the bright sunshine that filled the kitchen, and winced at her sister's voice, which seemed even brighter. When she could see again, she was pleased to find a gigantic stack of pancakes overflowing with syrup and butter in front of her.
"God loves the creator of pancakes." Buffy smiled, taking the plate. She stopped suddenly. "Would the creator of these particular pancakes be you?"
"Nope." Dawn grinned at the relieved look on her sister's face. "Willow made them bright and early when I told her about your dream." Buffy froze at the mention of her dream, and Dawn realized her mistake. She quickly continued "But anyway, the creator of the pancakes indeed is not Dawn."
Buffy, shaking off the remnants of the dream, moaned in relief, all but sinking her hands into the pancakes before Dawn quickly handed her a fork and knife. Fumbling a bit, she quickly stuffed a huge bite into her mouth, grunting her appreciation. Dawn grinned, catching her drift.
"Your welcome." She said dryly before leading Buffy to a seat at the table, which shone in the morning light. Already Buffy found a glass of orange juice and milk sitting in front of her, leaving her nothing to think about except eating. She was also thrilled to find two white pills sitting next to her milk.
"Dawn, I swear to God that you are a goddess." Buffy quickly downed the pills before a thought dawned on her. "Hey, do you have school today?" She felt a shock of panic go through her. She was Dawn's guardian now, and if she didn't make sure Dawn got a proper education and went to school, then Dawn would have to go away. To a foster home, with strange people and...with Mom gone Buffy didn't think she could handle that. Already she had yet to find a decent paying job that would support her and Dawn. Oh God, college! Buffy mind quickly began running it little circles, screaming at the top of its lungs, which isn't a good thing.
"Calm down Buffy!" Dawn said, seeing the panic in her sister's eyes. "You are REALLY out of it! Its Saturday for God's sake!" Dawn chuckled when she could visibly see her sister's mind slowly wind down, and sit quietly again.
Buffy sat bolt upright when a flaming blanket burst through her back door. Immediately on her feet, Dawn behind her, and a kitchen knife in hand within seconds, Buffy could only think 'I have been doing this FAR too long...' She breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly went on guard again when the blanket was dropped to reveal a peroxide head and an old leather jacket. 'Gotta love that leather...' Buffy thought, but her mind was interrupted by Spike speaking.
"Nice outfit Slayer." Spike drawled, causing Buffy to immediately look down and her outfit and pull her robe closed. Tightly closed. 'Last time I sleep in boxers and a cami again...' Buffy thought to herself, before putting on the role of righteous Slayer like a jacket. Because righteous Slayers don't have bad thoughts about vampires...
"What do you want Spike?" Buffy asked, interrupting that really annoying like voice. She crossed her arms over her chest, her hip jutting out to one side.
'And what nice hips she has...' Spike thought before pulling himself back to the present. "Contrary to what you may think love, I'm here with good reason. I had a dream last night, and not a happy one." His face darkened just remembering. All the Scoobies, all of them maimed and dead. And Dawn and Buffy...oh god...He doubted God was listening right now though. Despite what the Scoobies were led to believe, he had grown quite attached to him. Red and Glinda were decent to him, which was especially surprising from Red since he had tried to kill her a little over a year ago. The Demon girl was decent, and though Spike didn't have the warm fuzzies for Xander, you had to respect a regular human who had the guts to stay in this town knowing what was here.
"What dream did you have Spike, and how is this different from any other dream? Probably doesn't mean anything, chip might have caused it as well as neutering you." Spike winced and Buffy felt a little pang of guilt, which she quickly erased. She was a little pissed at him for barging in here. Or maybe a little pissed at herself for not looking better when he did.
"Important dream Slayer, I know prophetic ones from normal ones. The prophetic ones really don't usually include nudity and chocolate..." Spike leering at Buffy, and felt quite victorious when a blush graced her cheeks.
"Hey hey hey, minor in the room! Lets keep it PG-13 okay?" Dawn cried, covering her ears. Of course she had heard worse at school, but if Buffy knew that knowing how protective her sister was she would probably find herself home schooled. Which definitely wouldn't do wonders for her education.
"Sorry niblet, ohhh do I smell pancakes?" Spike lifted his head a little and sniffed, making him look like an interested, peroxide blonde dog. He quickly stopped when he heard Buffy's amused snort, and just gave her a dark look. He quickly sidestepped her into the kitchen and helped himself to some pancakes.
"Fine Spike, come in, tell us about your dream, help yourself to some pancakes while you ruin my morning." Buffy mutter irritably, still facing where Spike had been standing. She sighed, and turned around to follow Spike who was sitting on the counter, smiling gratefully while Dawn heated up some blood as he devoured the pancakes.
"Spike, get off the counter, Dawn, why do we all of a sudden carry blood?" Buffy asked, and Dawn shrugged sheepishly, her big eyes full of innocence. Buffy shook her head. "Never mind. Spike, tell us the dream."
"Dunno if I should love, considering the Nibblets request to keep it PG- 13." Buffy glared at Spike, and he quickly clarified. "The dream wasn't like that love, its just...unpleasant is probably an understatement... well, bad things happened."
"He's right. I didn't even tell you completely about my dream last night Dawn, and what I told you was bad. Leave for a little, and I'll tell you an edited version later." Buffy said. Dawn glared at her, but seeing that Buffy was still shaken and not up to a sibling fight, she left without any more complaint. Buffy sighed, again for like the third time that morning and turned to Spike. "So, what happened?" Buffy asked, surprised when Spike didn't meet her eyes. Usually it was her who broke eye contact, the strength and surprising purity of his sharp blue eyes usually proving too much for her. It was then she noticed how ragged he look. He cheekbones seemed more sunken and less sharp, and there were circles under his eyes. Finally, he looked up.
"Well, what I said before was true...my dream was definitely not all puppy dogs and flowers. Well, there were dead flowers but..." Spike sighed and began.
Authors Note: Sorry if it seems like I'm neglecting the rest of the Scoobies a little right now, but I promise they will get some action next chapter. Again more reviews! I find I rather like them, they're like written chocolate chip cookies. (
