It Happened On a Tuesday
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Smallville belongs to Alfred Gough and Miles Millar
Spoilers: Post Chosen for the Buffyverse. And completely AU for Smallville. But definitely post the normal season 5. Everyone is legal!
Pairings: Clark/Dawn
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Summary: How exactly did we get married again?
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"Here's what you need to understand," Dawn sighed as she simplified her previous explanation. "There are actual demons in the world. My sister was the original person, the slayer, to fight them. Her best friend, a witch, cast a spell to make all the other girls who had the potential to become the slayer, a slayer."
"I'm getting that," Clark nodded, "So, why were you in Vegas?"
"There was a slayer there," Dawn looked sullen as she remembered the day. "Her family wasn't very happy to see me."
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Vegas
"You want us to send our daughter with you to get help being a freak?" the man banged his hand on the coffee table. "No way in hell!"
"What you need to understand, sir," Dawn spoke as she tried to keep her temper in control, "Your daughter isn't a freak. She's special and has a destiny. We can help her stay alive and do some major good in the world."
"Alleged destiny!" the man spat. "What proof do you have?"
"I thought the proof was evident when you agreed that your daughter being able to lift a car was something special?" Dawn spat back.
"Listen, my daughter may have something, but we can help her," the mother finally spoke. "So please, just go."
"But--" Dawn started to say.
"Just get out!" the dad stood. He grabbed Dawn by the arm and pulled her to the door. She pulled herself free and walked from the house. Before the dad closed the door, Dawn sent a pleading look to the daughter. Her face was easily readable. She wanted Dawn's help, but didn't want to leave her family.
"Uh, I need a drink," Dawn walked away from the house, "Preferably something with alcohol."
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Present
Clark was at a loss for words. He just discovered why Dawn was so 'whatever' about his heritage, and yet he couldn't help her.
"I shouldn't be changing the topic," Dawn waved her hand. "We left off with how you wound up in Vegas."
"Right," Clark chuckled. "My guess is, a somehow drunk Chloe plus a misplaced high school ring equals Kal-El in Las Vegas. I was asleep in my barn and she must have been very quiet."
"I can't believe she actually slipped it on your finger!" Dawn burst out laughing. "But how did she even get the ring?" And I thought she knew your secret?"
"In that order, she probably found the ring somewhere, brought it to me to do something with it, but forgot her reason and thought I would want to have the ring. Have meaning wear it. Her being drunk probably made her forget about my secret."
"Getting back on topic once more, you were walking about the town and spotted me."
"Still at a loss here," Clark said struggling with her memory.
"I was feeling upset and you offered me a drink. One thing led to another and I was pretty much hammered," Dawn nodded. "My memory gets fuzzy, but I remember getting the rings, but then waking up besides you."
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Vegas Hotel
Clark shifted in the bed, but found his movements were restricted. He was on his back, left hand hanging off the bed, right hand holding something close to him. He looked down and found a mess of dark brown hair smattered against his chest.
Panicking, he looked left. On the floor, was his high school's class ring. No! His ring was long gone; this was someone else's.
He didn't know who the person was, but he didn't want to disturb her. She looked peaceful and he knew that when she woke, disaster would probably occur.
Dawn felt movement beside her. She was barely awake, and hated it. Her head started hurting immediately and she snuggled closer to her pillow. That was when she felt another, slightly less noticeable movement, of her pillow.
'Since when do pillows move?' Dawn thought to herself as she lifted her head to meet another pair of eyes.
"AHHHH!" Dawn flew off the man/pillow.
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Present
"That was a great morning," Clark mumbled.
"Tell me about it," Dawn laughed. "You really do make a good pillow, by the way."
"Thanks. Where is this plane headed anyway?" Clark asked as he turned to look out the window of the jet.
"I told the pilot somewhere in the Caribbean," Dawn said. "It shouldn't be taking this long."
Not a moment after, the pilot's voice filled the small cabin. "We'll be arriving at the Watcher's Council in about 7 hours, so sit back and relax Mr. and Mrs. Kent."
"Mr. and Mrs. Kent?" Clark grinned. "Didn't think I'd hear that for a few more years."
"Council?" Dawn squeaked.
"That's not in the Caribbean, is it?" Clark turned to Dawn who was dialing numbers on jet's phone. He didn't want to intrude, so he avoided listening to her conversation, but her facial expressions were enough. She seemed to be shocked about something, then angry, then horrified. She ended her phone call and turned to Clark. "Something wrong?"
"He threatened the pilot," Dawn spoke as if she were in a trance.
"Who threatened the pilot?" Clark got tense.
"Spike," Dawn clarified. "He found out about the marriage and forced the pilot to fly the jet to England. He's going to kill me."
"I won't let him," Clark said, a little confused by the conversation. He didn't even know who this Spike was. "Super strength remember?"
"You'll die before me," Dawn nodded. "All it takes is an angry magic wielding Willow to take away your powers and then Spike will kill you. They probably have the spell waiting for us."
"Oh," was all Clark could say as he leaned back into the leather chair. He's already had experiences with magic, and they weren't good.
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One more chapter, I think? Obviously, it will be the Scoobies meeting Clark. Maybe a quick phone call to Chloe and Lex. Varied reactions, of course. Or not!