AN: Dawn's around 19. Lives in her own apartment. And that's basically it. Well, she never had a real realtionship with Spike before; they were just friends. But, of course, she had a crush on him. Yeah, that's all.

Enjoy.


"I'm home you guys," Dawn greeted as she walked in the front door with a handful of groceries. She kicked the door closed and set the bags on the table.

"Mmm, something smells good," William grins as he walks towards Dawn with Spike trailing behind him. She gives him a smile.

"I'm going to cook dinner. I mean, I know you're vamps and don't eat food. But Spike normally eats those onion thingeys and he likes hot coco-"

"With marshmallows in it?" William asks, turning to Spike, who nods. "Can we have some later?" he sheepishly asked.

"Maybe," she said distractedly. "And I got some blood bags, straight from the hospital, so it's human. You guys could mix it in there," she rambled while putting away the odds and ins that she got.

"Sounds perfect, love," Spike smiled.

After packing away the items she bought, like cookies, milk, hot cocoa, blood, meat, and chocolate, she put some water on to boil. Telling the guys to put the noodles in the water once the boiling started, she headed for the bathroom. Putting the tub on hot, she unclothed. Her back ached from her period just starting and the hot water was going to go good with it. stepping into the tub, she relaxed.

Dawn tried not to think about the boys-she really did. But of course, it didn't work. Her life had changed from William's visit. It was dull and she was numb from the lack of excitement. But William lightened up her world, brightening all the colors she could see. He was basically a more "immature" Spike. So did that mean Spike would also bring her to better heights? Everything was so confusing for her right now. There was Spike. There was William. There was the great sex between William. And the fact that Spike loved Buffy.

A frown came to her face. When William went back, whenever and however that'll be, he'd progress into, also, loving Buffy. She'd just never win, she thought as she sunk her head down below the water's surface.

When William would leave, Spike would still pin after Buffy and she would be left with nothing. Sure, she still had Spike. But it wasn't the same. William knew nothing of Buffy or the love that his older self threw at her. So, he treated her like the apple of his eye. But, with him gone, she'd have to share Spike's spotlight. And for once in her life, she was tired of being in the shadows of someone else. She wanted to be selfish-be the only one in his heart.

Deciding that her bath time thinking was getting her anywhere, but more depressed, she got out. The brunette dried herself and put on a robe, and walked to her bedroom to dress.

"Did what you said, love," Spike said after she came out of her room.

"You smell like vanilla. Smells good," William commented as she walked by him in a pair of lose, black sweat pants that she rolled the top down of and a white wife-beater. She thanked him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks for doing this. Now all I have to do is cook the meat, and we're done."

Spike shook his head.

"Already did it."

Dawn's forehead creased as she "Huh?"-ed him.

"Will and I already made dinner. See?" he said while holding up a plate of spaghetti. He ushered to her seat and placed the plate in front of her. William poured her some wine and gave her silverware. After placing a napkin on her lap, they both sat down with noodles mixed with blood on their plates.

"Guys, this is so sweet," she thanked as her emotions got the best of her. "Thanks." She took a sip of her wine and sighed. It was her favorite brand.

"What shall we toast for?" she asked.

William and Spike looked at each other, a knowing look in both their eyes.

"For a great night," William said, clinking his glass of wine with hers.

"I second that," Spike smirked as he did the same.


Are you getting bad foreshadowing? Because... you should!

Got out of my writer's block. And just to let you know, the story is going to end on, maybe, not such a happy note. Then I might write a sequal to it. Hmm, how do you want this to end?