Title: Knights Consort (6/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.
Rating: Just a little bad language.
Spoilers: Anything and everything.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: There's more to love than sexual attraction. In fact, sometimes, it just gets in the way.
Author's Note: Nothing much to say here.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Okay. I probably could have led off with something a little less confrontational, but...
"You should know," Dawn answers.
That stops me short. "Huh?"
"When you broke up with Willow," she clarifies, "you did it for the exact same reason. When I told you I understood, I wasn't exaggerating. I thought..." she pauses, a hitch in her throat, "I really thought we could make it work, you know. It was different for me than you. You were just coming into Willow's life after she lost Tara, but I've known Xander for years before Anya died, since before he even met her. Well, sort of. Never mind."
There's a story there, something the Original Scoobs are in on, but that's not important right now. "So you're letting him go."
She nods. "Sometimes, I feel like I was made to love him." She gives me an unsettling look. "The real question tonight is, why do you care this much?"
What? "What?" That came out left field.
"Don't play dumb with me, Kennedy."
"I'm not playing dumb," I growl, some of my righteous indignation bleeding over into annoyance. "He's Xander. He saved my life."
"He's saved all our lives," she points out.
Stupid facts. I rally quickly.
"Yeah, but he lost an eye saving mine. I gotta watch out for him."
Dawn sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. It's a motion I'm well-acquainted with. When Xander's involved, I often use it myself.
"Do you really think we're the only ones who love him, one way or another?" she asks finally.
What does that have to do with anything? "I don't-"
"Ask yourself this, Kennedy: Why are you the only one storming my room on his behalf?"
"I-..."
I don't have an answer to that.