Author's note: Hey eveyone, you all have lisence to kill me...I just realized its been maybe three weeks? Sorry all, I've been in Europe and then I was in school. School has been crazy I've been so swamped i've barely had time to write! So I'll give you all TWO chapters! Two chappies for all the lovely reveiws. fair:)
Chapter XXXIX - Phone Conversations
Ring, Ring
Connor glanced around the deserted hotel. No one was around so he picked up the telephone.
"Uh, Angel Investigations."
"Drop it, Connor." Dawn's voice sounded on the other line. "Though I still find it hilarious that you play the underpaid phone monkey of Angel Investigations, that does not change the fact that you being ever so polite just so gives me the wiggins."
Connor smiled. He and Dawn had been in touch since she and her mother finally decided back to Sunnydale. However, today she sounded different. A little less moody and a little more triumphant.
"What's up, Dawn?" he asked in a much less formal manner.
He could almost hear her smile.
"I think I have them." Dawn said.
He could hear the smile through the telephone wire.
She was referring, of course, to the Scoobie Gang. Ever since she had returned to Sunnydale she had been trying to bring the Slayerettes out of their Buffy induced schlump. She had been informing Connor of her constant progress. Her first real triumph had been about two months ago when Giles had begun to train her.
"What do you mean?" he replied.
"A few months ago before I started training with Giles I performed an invulnerability spell on my self." she said.
Connor frowned.
"Dawn-"
"And don't you make with the un-easy on me," the slayer's sister interrupted. "Its just so that I'm a little less hurt by anything when the vamps get punchy."
"But Magic is-"
"Very dangerous and yadda, yadda,yadda, I get it I read the manual and the fine print and I looked at the woodcuts of the gore and the death and I was really careful."
He sighed.
"Don't you sigh at me, Connor!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, get on with it." Connor said shaking his head.
"Meanie." Dawn spat.
Connor grinned, knowing that even though she couldn't see it, she knew he was grinning.
"So anyway," she continued. "Last week, I beat the hell out of a Fyarl demon and you should have seen them, I saved their lives."
Connor chuckled.
"Good for you."
That was not the point." Dawn went on.
"Thought not." Connor countered. "You never ever go straight to the point."
"Shut up." she snapped goodnaturedly. "so anyway, Giles was big on this whole prophesy thing the other day and Willow totally just turned to me and said 'Dawn what do we do?' it was soo cool."
"So what did you do?" Connor asked starting to get a little worried. Another prophesy probably meant another big apocalypse.
"Is someone getting worried?" the girl teased.
"Dawn,"
"Don't 'Dawn' me, Connor." she said. "I was fine."
"Was?"
"Yeah, averted the apocalypse, problem solved."
"How?"
"This whole prophesy thing you, know opening of the hell mouth, hell on earth, normal stuff. Couple of newbies rolling onto the hell mouth to try and muck everything we've got here up" Dawn explained. "So I suggested we find this new slayer."
"Good idea." Connor suplied.
"Thanks." Dawn said. "So anyway Tara did a spell to find the slayer, some ancient text on Aurelius or whatever, and I shined orange."
"Orange?"
"Sign of the blood of the slayer apparently." she said happily, "beat the hell out of The Three, that's Three vamps decked in leather ugh, don't even get me started, wannabes of the master's minions or whatever-I actually thought my Sister had taken care of them, but they're back. Anyway, big battle, tossed the evil guys into the large gaping hole that is the hell mouth and poof, done now. Crazy happy dance party at the Bronze"
"So you are the new slayer?" Connor asked.
"that's what they tell me." Dawn replied. "I did it!"
"Good for you!"
"Really?"
"Of course!" Connor replied, "Listen, Dawn, Seriously, now… you do know that if you ever need help then we're just a phone call away? Right?"
Dawn had to smile.
"Yeah, I know." she said. "That and two hours of free way."
"Seriously." Connor reminded her.
"Yeah, yeah," Dawn said. "Next apocalypse that comes rolling on by I'll be sure to call." she paused. "Better keep your phone lines free."
They both laughed at that, and then realized what they were laughing at and how possible that situation was and suddenly it just wasn't so funny anymore.