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.


The small brunette woke from a nightmare. Perspiration had beaded up on her forehead and her breath was coming in short gasps. Knowing she couldn't go back to sleep any time soon, she scooted out of bed and walked downstairs to get a drink.

As she came back from the fridge, she saw a closed door with a light behind it. If she listened real hard, she could hear voices.

"How could this have happened, Wes?"

"I don't know. I don't- the translation must have been wrong. Or have been miss-worded or something."

"How are we going to fix it? We can't have a non-chipped, non-souled Spike out there in this world. And we can't send him back with all the knowledge he has now. He could change the whole future. He could-"

Dawn took a deep breath and opened the door. Wesley and Angel looked up at the intruder only to see Dawn- in just Angel's black, silk button up, some underwear (hopefully), and some socks.

"I hope we didn't wake you," Angel said with downcast eyes. She shook her head and smiled.

"Hello Wesley."

"Um, hello Dawn. Nice to see you again," he said with a cough.

Wesley ushered Dawn to sit, so she did. Folding her legs "Indian-style", she pushed her hair behind her ears.

"Why did you guys want Spike here last week?" she asked while trying to fight the urge to bite her wrapped lip.

"We needed some past information from him to complete a full account since Angelus last returned. See, we're making a volume set of all of Angelus' childer, so we can track their lineage," the English man said while getting excited.

"Did he tell you this said information," she asked, knowing for a fact that he would never give anything, including info, to his souled sire.

Wesley shook his head and pulled his lips up in a straight line.

"No, unfortunately, he did not. So I found it upon myself to do a truth spell, which did not work, sadly. That's what I was talking to Angel about earlier, there must have been some sort of-" he said, flipping through a big, musty book. He turned the book around and pointed to an entry. "That's the spell I used."

She read over it three times before she shook her head.

"You translated it wrong," she said grabbing a pen and paper from the desk in front of her. After writing down a few things she sighed.

"What it was meant to say was, 'let his past rise forward'. What you said was 'bring his past forward.' It was a very simple mistake of the conjugation," she said as she handed back the book and the pad of paper. Wesley checked franticly at the translation dictionary that was in front of him. Peering over his glasses, a shocked expression came upon his face.

"She's-she's right. How'd you know that?" he asked, totally baffled that a 19 year old could splice his translations.

"I translate things in spare time. It's this geeky obsession I have. Anyway, if we switch around a few words, I'm sure we can turn it into a 'return' spell," she said, already thinking if it was possible.

"We'd have to erase his mind, you know," Angel said delicately. He didn't know where William stood with her.

"If that's so, I would like to erase Spike's mind also," she said in a tiny voice.

It'd be permanent," the vampire replied, rubbing her back.

"Good," she said, still upset that he didn't help her.

"I'll work on a spell tonight and we'll go back tomorrow and cast it," Wesley said.


Oh oh oh. Guess the LA crew screwed everything up. What's going to happen? R&R.