Dawn of the Future

by Brenna's Urbangirl Projects

The Battle of Sunnydale was lost, The First was slowly taking over the world and the Scoobies were dead. Dawn Summers makes a wish to D'Hoffryn to go back and change how it all goes in the hopes of saving those she loves.

23. Chapter 22: Kissed by Death Part 2

Chapter 22: Kissed by Death Part 2

March 4, 1998 – Wednesday

Sunnydale Memorial

As the first rays of dawn gently caressed the room, the creaking of the door stirred Dawn from her slumber. Her eyes flickered open, and she found herself met with the warm smile of Dr. Wilkinson, a comforting sight amidst the clinical environment. However, her attention was quickly drawn to Faith, who stood by her side. The worry etched on Dr. Wilkinson's face was palpable as she furrowed her brows disapprovingly at Faith's early arrival.

"You're a little early, Miss. Visiting hours are officially in ten minutes, and you look as if you've been here a while," the doctor gently admonished.

Faith's tired eyes met the doctor's gaze, and she sighed softly, "All night. I couldn't bear to be away from her." As she spoke, her hand rose gracefully, revealing a shimmering engagement ring adorning her finger. "I'm her fiancée. We're set to be married after graduation."

Dr. Wilkinson's stern expression softened as she offered her congratulations, genuinely happy for the couple. She then turned her attention back to Dawn, concern still evident in her eyes. "How are you feeling? Looks like your fever's gone down," she remarked with a touch of relief in her voice.

Dawn's heart swelled with gratitude for the care she was receiving. She mustered a faint smile and replied, "Well, good! Thanks for having me. Let's try and keep in touch."

However, her eagerness to get up was met with a gentle hand on her shoulder, guiding her back to rest. Dr. Wilkinson was thorough and attentive, inspecting Dawn's wrist as she murmured, "Not so fast. Hmm..." Her thoughtful demeanor conveyed a sincere dedication to her patients' well-being.

Faith's voice trembled with concern as she inquired, "Good 'hmm' or bad 'hmm'?"

The doctor looked up, her face beaming with genuine delight, "Swelling's... gone!" With a gentle touch, she carefully bent Dawn's wrist. "Does this hurt?"

Dawn shook her head, "Nope."

A mixture of astonishment and admiration filled the doctor's expression. "Amazing," she breathed, clearly impressed by Dawn's progress.

Eager to resume her normal routine, Dawn attempted to rise from the bed once more. "Well, then I should probably go, right?"

However, Fait sensed the need for caution and stepped in to hold her back, saying softly, "Hang on, Dawnie."

"Soon," The doctor reassured Dawn, her voice filled with empathy and genuine concern. "We have to make sure that fever is gone. That's a strong virus you have. Maybe not as strong as you, but..."

"Is that the same virus the kids have?" Dawn's voice quivered with worry, her heart going out to the children in the nearby children's ward. Faith blinked, momentarily surprised by the mention of kids, wondering if she had missed something while she was asleep.

Before the doctor could respond, a soft knock on the door interrupted the conversation. Giles, wearing a worried expression, cautiously peeked inside, seeking permission to enter. "May we come in?" he asked gently, knowing the delicate nature of the situation.

"Please! Maybe you can keep our patient from bolting," the doctor said with a warm smile, appreciating the support from Dawn's loved ones. Her eyes darted between Dawn and Faith, emphasizing the importance of rest and recovery.

Buffy, Willow, and Xander gathered beside Faith, their presence a comforting embrace of friendship and family. With arms laden with different items, they came bearing gifts to lift Dawn's spirits. Xander extended a beautiful bouquet of flowers to Faith.

"For me? Ah, you shouldn't have," Faith's voice danced with playful emotion as she glanced at the bouquet in her hands. She couldn't help but exchange a tender wink with Dawn. Gently, she placed the flowers in a vase, each bloom carrying a message of love and encouragement. "Flowers for the prettiest woman I know."

Xander, with a mixture of goofiness and genuine care, tied a bunch of bright balloons to the end of the bed. "My gift," he declared with a heartwarming smile.

"Not to be outdone…" Willow added her own touch to the heartfelt display. She placed some schoolwork on the bed, her voice brimming with sincerity and kindness.

"Homework?" Dawn questioned with a soft shake of her head, a fond smile tugging at her lips.

"It's my way of saying, 'get well soon'," Willow explained, her eyes conveying a mix of concern and warmth.

Playfully, Dawn responded, "You know, chocolate says that even better," her voice lighthearted but tinged with genuine appreciation.

Willow's heart swelled with emotion as she spoke, the sincerity in her voice shining through. "I did all yours and Faith's assignments," she said, her efforts a testament to the depth of her friendship and concern. "All you both have to do is sign your names."

Dawn's eyes filled with gratitude as she looked at Willow, her dear friend's unwavering support lifting her spirits. "Chocolate means nothing to me," she said with a hint of playfulness, though the love behind her words was unmistakable.

"Yeah, right," Buffy chuckled, understanding her sister's fondness for sweet treats. She handed Dawn a box of chocolates.

As the nurse entered the room, Willow's gentle inquiry hovered in the air, "Well, did you, uh, pass the night well enough?" Concern etched across her face as she sought to understand how Dawn was faring.

Dawn hesitated for a moment, her eyes meeting the nurse's compassionate gaze. Feeling a mix of vulnerability and the need to confide in someone, she made a decision. "Not really. Something happened I thought you..." Dawn's words trailed off, realizing that some matters were best discussed in private. "You know what? Let's take a walk."

Faith, attuned to her girlfriend's unspoken feelings, saw beyond Dawn's fear of hospitals. She understood that something deeper was troubling her. Without a second thought, Faith took charge, pushing Dawn in a wheelchair with a tender touch. They made their way to the entrance, where Faith handed Dawn over to Buffy.

As Faith walked away, her heart heavy with concern, she knew she needed to reach out for help. Her fingers dialed a familiar number on her cell phone, her voice soft yet filled with emotion. "Chloe, it's Faith."

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In the hospital courtyard, emotions hung heavy in the air as Dawn struggled to put her haunting nightmare into words. Her voice trembled, betraying the fear that still lingered in her heart.

"Maybe it wasn't death. Maybe it was something else," Willow gently suggested, her eyes filled with concern for her friend.

Xander, always one to try and lighten the mood, attempted to understand, "So, this isn't about you being afraid of hospitals?"

Dawn's confusion was evident, as she shook her head, trying to make sense of her own feelings. "Afraid of hospitals?" she repeated, grappling with the emotions swirling inside her.

Buffy stepped in with a depth of empathy that only came from shared experiences. "I know the look, Dawnie," she said softly, her voice tinged with both understanding and sorrow. "It's the same look I would have if I was trapped in here after what happened to Celia. You're afraid of being trapped in here."

Dawn let out a heavy sigh, the weight of her emotions evident in every word. "Can you blame me when the last place I saw mom was on a morgue slab?" she revealed, her vulnerability laid bare before her friends. Yet, she was resolute in her determination to uncover the truth. "But this has nothing to do with that. This little boy Ryan is afraid of something, something real. As long as I'm forced to stay here, I'm going to find out what."

Willow hesitantly broke the silence. "So, is this the part where we say, what can we do to help?" Her voice was soft, tinged with empathy, as she reached out to offer support.

Dawn's eyes met Willow's with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Pretty much," she replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions within her. "Xander and Buffy, I need you to check out the hospital records. Look for the kids' files and see if there is any link between the ones who died, symptoms, that kind of thing."

Xander, never one to hold back, interjected, "We can't do that one till later, it's too obvious first thing in the morning." His words held a mix of practicality and concern for their safety.

Dawn nodded thoughtfully, her mind already working on the next steps. "So, between now and then, check out the library," she suggested, knowing that every moment counted in their quest for answers.

Xander and Willow headed off as Buffy turned to push Dawn back toward her room.

"I'll take her back," Giles stepped in, his voice calm and supportive. "You head back with the others…go to classes."

"Okay then, I'll see you at four." Buffy gave Dawn a hug.

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The long day dragged on, heavy with boredom that weighed on Dawn's soul. She attempted to distract herself by watching TV, but the daytime shows offered little solace, unable to fill the emptiness she felt inside. With each passing hour, the suffocating monotony threatened to consume her.

As the clock struck four, the walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on her, urging her to escape the confines of her temporary prison. She needed to breathe, to feel the outside world against her skin. Dawn decided to walk around a bit, seeking a moment of reprieve from the mundane routine.

She paced the hallway with restless energy, her mind grappling with a myriad of emotions and thoughts. But her quest for solace did not go unnoticed; a caring nurse gently reminded her of the numerous times she had circled the corridors. Feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration, Dawn eventually found herself back outside, where the fading sun cast a melancholic glow on the surroundings.

Under the open sky, she allowed her worries to be carried away by the gentle breeze, finding comfort in the fleeting warmth of the setting sun. As dusk settled in, she returned to her room, her heart lighter from the brief respite.

In the corridor, she crossed paths with Xander and Buffy, her anxiety growing as she awaited news from their investigation. "We haven't found anything yet, Dawn," Buffy shared with a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

But Dawn's spirit remained unyielding; she held onto hope, her voice filled with unwavering faith. "That's okay; something will come up… always does," she said, her resilience shining through the weariness.

Buffy's concern for her little sister was evident as she gently inquired, "How you feeling, little sis?"

Dawn mustered a reassuring smile, grateful for her sister's presence. "Not too bad," she replied, attempting to ease Buffy's worry. But her curiosity got the better of her as she asked, "What is Faith, Chloe, Giles, and Will doing?"

"When we left, Willow was about to start looking for info on the Doc," Xander said, his voice tinged with both concern and determination. The weight of their mission was evident, knowing that each lead they followed could hold the key to uncovering the truth.

Buffy's reluctance was palpable as she spoke, her emotions entwined with the thought of Faith's absence. "Haven't seen Faith," she admitted. "Probably at home."

"Probably catching some sleep," Dawn suggested, her thoughts never far from her girlfriend. Though surrounded by friends and family, the hospital felt isolating, and the boredom threatened to consume her. "Let me know what you find, even if it's nothing... I'm so bored in here," she expressed, yearning for any connection to the outside world.

Buffy offered a warm smile, a silent promise of her dedication to keeping Dawn informed. "I get that," she said, understanding the monotony of hospital life all too well.

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With each step, Dawn's heart pounded, her desire to see Ryan tempered by the need to avoid drawing too much attention from the nurses. She navigated the hospital corridors carefully, hoping to blend in with the surroundings, not wanting to risk being sent back to her room. As she walked, her emotions tangled like a web of uncertainty and determination, driven by the yearning to help and comfort the frightened young boy.

Just as she thought she might pass unnoticed, a familiar voice called out, and Dawn turned to see Dr. Wilkinson. "Oh, Dawn. I've been looking for you," the doctor said, her tone gentle but inquisitive.

Caught off guard, Dawn replied, her voice steadied by the need to conceal her true intentions, "What's up?"

Dr. Wilkinson's eyes studied her, seeking to understand the depths of Dawn's feelings. "Oh, nothing," she replied, though concern lingered in her gaze. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay," Dawn replied, keeping her emotions guarded.

"Now dinner is being served, back to bed," the doctor instructed, her professional demeanor masking an underlying warmth and care for her patient's well-being.

Following the doctor's orders, Dawn returned to her room, the weight of her emotions intensifying as she pushed open the door. To her surprise, Faith stood at the center of the room, a beacon of comfort and love. The sight left Dawn momentarily stunned, her heart swelling with gratitude and affection.

As Dawn stepped into her room, her eyes widened in astonishment, and her heart leaped with overwhelming emotion. Faith stood at the room's center, an ethereal presence that seemed to fill the entire space with love and tenderness. Surrounding her were bunches of vibrant flowers, an enchanting display that lifted the room's spirits. And cradled in Faith's gentle hands was Dawn's greatest joy – her daughter, Elizabeth.

"Oh, Faith," Dawn whispered, her voice a soft breath of awe and affection as she approached her girlfriend. Overcome with love and gratitude, she leaned in and tenderly kissed Faith, their lips connecting in a gesture of reassurance and love.

Faith's eyes held a mixture of adoration and concern as she gently spoke, "Get back in bed, then I will hand you Elizabeth." Dawn nodded, understanding the need to be careful even in moments of joy. Obediently, she settled back into her bed, her eyes never leaving her precious daughter.

With great care, Faith placed Elizabeth in Dawn's arms, the little one looking up at her mother with innocent eyes. "Hey, pum'kin belly," Dawn cooed, her voice a gentle melody of maternal love.

The orderly who brought Dawn's dinner couldn't help but smile at the heartwarming sight before her. Curiosity tinged her voice as she asked, "Your daughter?"

"Yep," Dawn replied proudly, a radiant smile gracing her lips. "Two days in here without seeing my precious pum'kin belly…" The orderly nodded in understanding, moved by the love that radiated between mother and child, and quietly left the room, allowing the family a moment of cherished togetherness.

With Elizabeth in her arms, Dawn savored every second, her dinner becoming secondary to the warmth of her daughter's presence.

With Elizabeth nestled safely in Faith's arms, Dawn and her girlfriend approached Ryan's side, their steps laden with a mixture of concern and compassion. They found the young boy immersed in his drawing, his fingers gently sketching lines that seemed to carry the weight of his fears.

"Hey. Remember me?" Dawn's voice was soft, infused with genuine care as she tried to bridge the gap between them. She knew that a comforting presence could be a balm to the troubled soul of a child facing fear and uncertainty.

"You shouldn't be here," Ryan responded, his words tinged with worry. The concern in his eyes touched Dawn's heart, knowing that he didn't want her to be in harm's way.

"Why not?" Dawn inquired, her voice carrying a hint of protective determination. She had left Faith and Elizabeth at the door, mindful of the possibility of contagious illnesses, not wanting to expose her precious daughter to any potential risks.

"Contagious," Ryan replied, his gaze shifting past Dawn to Faith and Elizabeth. The word hung in the air, a barrier between the young boy and the visitors.

Dawn understood his concern, but she couldn't help but empathize with his loneliness. She wanted to ease his worries, to show him that he wasn't alone. Her gaze fell upon the drawing he was working on, and her heart skipped a beat. It was the same monster from her nightmare – a chilling reflection of the terrors that haunted both of them.

Ryan sensed her gaze upon the sketch and met her eyes, a vulnerable connection forged in shared fear. "He'll come again tonight," he confided, his voice trembling with the weight of a recurring nightmare.

"Ryan, listen to me. I'm not going to let this thing hurt you. Any of you," Dawn declared, her voice carrying an unwavering conviction. Her eyes locked onto his, a powerful connection formed between them. "Grown-ups don't believe you, right? Well, I do. We both know that there are real monsters. But there's also real heroes that fight monsters. And that's me."

With humility and acceptance, Ryan countered, "Can't fight death."

Dawn took a moment to let his words sink in, understanding the truth in his statement. But she wasn't willing to be defeated by inevitability. "True… But I can at least try," she replied, her voice firm yet tender. "And you want to know why?"

Ryan paused for a moment before turning the page over and starting a new picture. "Why?" he asked after a moment.

With a wave of her hand, two matching portals opened on opposite ends of the room, a demonstration of her extraordinary powers. "I'm doing that," she said, pride mingling with humility. "I have other powers too that I use to fight monsters. If you need me, you know where my room is."

In that moment, the room seemed to glow with a newfound hope, the air shimmering with the promise of protection and strength. Dawn took Ryan's hand, a symbol of their connection, before she, Faith, and Elizabeth departed.

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In the quiet intimacy of the hospital room, Faith gently placed Elizabeth into her stroller, her touch tender and full of care. She then turned her attention to Dawn, pulling her into a warm embrace. "I'm sorry I left earlier," she softly apologized, her voice carrying a mix of regret and affection.

Dawn's smile was a reflection of the love she felt for her girlfriend, a smile that held the power to melt away the weight of any troubles. "You made my day though," she replied, gratitude shining in her eyes. In the midst of hospital walls and sterile corridors, Faith's presence had been a ray of sunshine that illuminated the darkest corners of her heart.

Faith's concern for Dawn was evident as she asked, "How are you feeling?" Her eyes searched Dawn's face, longing to understand the emotions that lay beneath the surface.

"Like I'm in a hippy commune," Dawn grinned playfully while glancing around the room at the flowers.

Faith's laughter filled the room, a melodic sound that echoed with warmth and affection. "Well, I had to cheer up my fiancée."

The tender exchange between them continued, and Dawn's voice grew soft and earnest as she shared her feelings. "I felt you in here," she said, placing her hand over her heart, as if trying to convey the profound connection they shared. "Holding my hand... telling me you loved me." The memory of Faith's touch, a gentle caress on her heart, lingered like a cherished lullaby.

"It's true," Faith affirmed gently. "I heard you call out for your mom…"

The pain and fear were etched in Dawn's features, a heartbreaking reminder of the nightmares that had visited her in the dark of night. "Part of the dream was about finding her in the morgue," she revealed, her words like fragments of a shattered mirror reflecting the horror of her subconscious. "But it was also about something else, a monster." Her grip tightened on Faith's hand, seeking solace in the comfort of their touch. "There is something here, and I don't like it. The kids are scared, and that boy, Ryan…he said I can't fight it because I can't fight death."

Faith's eyes searched Dawn's, filled with a fierce determination and love that seemed to know no bounds. "If it is real, then you can fight it," she declared with unshakable belief. The strength of her words wrapped around Dawn like a protective shield, reminding her of her own resilience and power. "You are the strongest woman I know of, Dawn. You will find the creep and kill it, and then it'll be all of the good."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, a smile tugged at the corners of Dawn's lips. "Such faith," she grinned, finding solace in the subtle humor that Faith injected into their conversation. "And yes, the pun was intended."

Faith's response was swift, pulling Dawn even closer into her arms, as if to draw her strength from the embrace they shared. "I always have faith in you," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to Dawn's soul. "After all, your faith showed me that I can put what my parents did to me behind me."

The tender kiss that followed was a testament to the power of their bond, a kiss that tasted of love, acceptance, and the shared journey of healing.

After an hour of precious snuggling, the room felt like a cocoon of love, with Faith and Elizabeth providing a warm embrace that sheltered Dawn from the troubles of the world. But their haven was disrupted by the gentle but firm presence of a nurse who reminded Faith of the hospital's visiting hours.

Reluctantly, Faith pulled herself away. "I will be back in the morning. I will check in with the guys after I drop Elizabeth off with your mom, before I head home for a shower and change of clothes."

Dawn watched with a mixture of longing and understanding as Faith guided Elizabeth's stroller out of the room. The weight of the day's events and the uncertainty of the future settled upon her, but she knew she could rely on Faith's unwavering support.

With a resolute expression, Dawn set off on her own path, a determined search for Dr. Backer, the key to uncovering the truth behind the mysterious occurrences. Following his movements, she trailed behind him as he entered the children's ward, her heart beating faster with every step.

A sense of urgency propelled her forward, her steps quickening as she approached the room moments after the doctor had entered. But her instincts took over as she swiftly changed directions, avoiding a sudden surge of force that propelled the doctor from the room, a terrifying spectacle unfolding before her eyes.

Groaning, the doctor lay on the floor, and Dawn rushed to his side, concerned for his safety. However, her attention was abruptly diverted as an unseen force sent her flying back, crashing hard into the wall. The world around her blurred as she tried to make sense of what was happening.

As she regained consciousness, her eyes met those of Ryan, the young boy she had tried to comfort. "I told you, you couldn't fight it," he declared, the weight of his words lingering in the air.

Struggling to steady her breathing, Dawn tried to reassure him. "It's okay, Ryan. I just wasn't ready," she said, her voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and courage. "I haven't fought something invisible before."

"It's not invisible," Ryan replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of fear and conviction.

Doubt gnawed at Dawn's heart, questioning why she couldn't see what Ryan had witnessed yesterday. "Not to you…and I know I saw it yesterday…so why not today?" she pondered.

Ryan's astute observation made her pause. "You don't look as sick today," he pointed out.

Dawn found herself drawn to his honesty, a clarity that transcended mere words. "Oh, I am feeling much better."

Ryan's concern for her well-being was evident in his next words, carrying a touch of protectiveness. "I like you; I don't want you getting hurt like the doctor," he confessed.

"I'm going to find the thing that's doing this, okay. Do you still trust me?" Dawn asked, her voice soft and earnest.

Ryan hesitated for a moment, his young eyes searching hers. Then, with a slow nod, he conveyed his decision.

"Okay, so for now, let's get you back to bed," Dawn said, offering a gentle smile as she opened a portal directly to his bed. She tucked him in, a gesture of care that bridged the gap between them.

As she prepared to leave, her eyes fell upon the picture Ryan had been drawing earlier. A testament to his fears and struggles, the drawing held a poignant significance. "Can I have this?" she asked.

He nodded and closed his eyes.

Sunnydale High School

After leaving Elizabeth in Joyce's loving care, Faith rushed home, her heart heavy with concern for Dawn. Her only thought was to quickly freshen up and change her clothes, but even that time seemed to stretch as her mind wandered to the events of the day. She knew she could trust Dawn with her life; her instincts and love for her girlfriend told her that if Dawn sensed something was wrong, then something truly was amiss. Faith recognized the strength in Dawn's motherly instincts, an intuition that guided her towards the truth, especially when it involved the safety of children.

Her mind full of thoughts and emotions, Faith made her way to the library. Each step felt weighted with the urgency of the situation. She understood the gravity of whatever Dawn had sensed and was determined to uncover the source of the troubles they faced.

As Faith entered the library, the scene that greeted her tugged at her heart. Willow was resting her head on the table, her fatigue evident, a testament to the relentless search for answers she had been conducting. Chloe and Giles were huddled in Giles' office, their presence a reminder of the tight-knit group that stood united against the darkness.

The file that Buffy and Xander had obtained was placed on a chair between Willow and Buffy, both of whom were sound asleep, their exhaustion mirroring that of the rest of the group. With a sense of determination, Faith took up the file, her eyes scanning through the information that Willow had compiled.

As she read, pieces of the puzzle began to align, connections forming between the gathered data and the events surrounding the children's strange illness.

As the minutes ticked by, the library became a place of hushed anticipation, brimming with emotions that ranged from worry to hope. An hour later, the silence was broken by the arrival of Giles and Chloe, whose faces reflected their concern for Dawn.

"How is she?" Chloe's voice was tender, her eyes reflecting the depth of her care for her friend.

Faith's response carried a mixture of admiration and concern, her heartache evident in her words. "Looking for a fight... I think mainly to relieve boredom at this point, but I also think she's on to something."

"What have you found?" Giles inquired, his eyes meeting Faith's with a mix of curiosity and trust.

Faith guided them through the discoveries she had made, pointing out the significant pieces of information that they had gathered. In the dim light of the library, the group huddled together, bound by their shared purpose and love for Dawn. There was a sense of unity, the kind that comes from facing adversity together and supporting each other through the darkest of times.

Chloe and Giles woke up Buffy and Willow, their team now complete, and together, they delved deeper into the puzzle that lay before them. Hours passed like fleeting moments, the library transforming into a hub of determination and resilience.

As the night wore on, Faith took on yet another role, driving Willow home and supporting her through the fatigue that clung to her like a heavy shroud. Despite her exhaustion, Faith knew they couldn't rest yet. Together with Buffy, they went out slaying for an hour before heading back to the hospital to relieve Xander.

March 5, 1998 – Thursday

Sunnydale Memorial

As the gang gathered in Dawn's hospital room, a mix of emotions filled the air, each member bearing the weight of their discoveries and the impending danger they faced. The room was a sanctuary of concern and determination, the bond between them unshakable, as they rallied around Dawn, united in their pursuit of truth.

Chloe's voice trembled with a mix of anxiety and admiration as she addressed Dawn, "Uh, well, it looks as if you, uh, were on to something."

Dawn remained focused on the drawing in front of her, the lines and shapes a reflection of the mysteries they were trying to solve. "I know."

Giles brought forth his findings, his voice tinged with a mixture of worry and determination. "The, uh, the, the girl Tina, um, it's apparent that she, she died of the fever, simple enough, but, but her records show her improving and then suddenly deteriorating without any apparent cause." His words held a sense of urgency, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

Willow's voice carried a hint of frustration as she shared her own discoveries. "So, we checked Dr. Backer out. This guy was not a solid citizen."

"It wasn't Backer," Dawn stated with conviction, her voice steady and unwavering. "He was clean."

"What do you mean 'clean'?" Xander's voice quivered with a mix of confusion and fear.

Buffy's voice joined the chorus, but her words were tinged with sorrow as she echoed Xander's sentiment, "What do you mean 'was'?"

"He's dead," Dawn's voice was steady, yet beneath the surface, a current of pain and anger simmered. "This thing killed him, and not with kindness." Her words were laced with frustration and determination.

Faith's inquiry carried an edge of concern as she tried to understand the details, "You saw it?"

Dawn's response was resolute, her voice unwavering as she acknowledged the danger they were up against, "No, it's invisible. I saw Backer nearly shredded, and the thing knocked me down. But it's real. Which means Buffy and I get to fight it."

Giles's voice held a mix of curiosity and concern as he looked at the drawing, seeking to understand the nature of the danger they were facing. "Um, this is your work?" he inquired, his eyes studying the intricate lines on the paper.

Dawn's response was tinged with sorrow as she clarified, "No, one of the kids."

Giles hesitated, unsure of how to proceed, and he fumbled for words. "Oh. Um..." he faltered, his emotions mirroring the complexity of the situation. "Well, it would help if we knew what it was. It's invisible to you, but the, the children can see it."

Faith's unwavering support shone through as she reminded Dawn of her own encounter with the mysterious entity. "But you said you did see something the other night," she gently urged, her voice a steady reassurance amidst the confusion.

Dawn's voice wavered with uncertainty as she tried to make sense of her own experiences. "Uh, yeah, but I was pretty delirious. I mean, it doesn't make any sense. Why would I see it then and not last night?" she questioned, her mind grappling with the inexplicable occurrences.

As they pondered the puzzle before them, the room fell silent, each member of the group lost in their own thoughts. Before anyone could offer an answer, the door swung open, and a ray of warmth entered the room as Joyce and Marie stepped inside.

"Good morning. Ooh, looks like we interrupted a secret meeting," Joyce's laughter rang out, the sound a soothing balm to the tense atmosphere.

Marie's observant gaze swept over each face in the room, her instincts on high alert as she sensed the weight of unspoken concerns hanging in the air. "What is it?" she gently prodded, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and worry.

Faith stepped forward to share the troubling discovery, her voice conveying the urgency of the situation, "Dawn found a monster that was after the children."

As Joyce laid eyes on the drawing clutched in Dawn's hand, her emotions surged like a storm, her eyes widening with a mixture of recognition and fear. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the haunting image before her.

"Mom?" Buffy's voice held a note of concern, sensing that her mother's reaction was more profound than they could have anticipated.

"It's back," Joyce whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of memories long buried.

"You've seen this before?" Dawn's voice quivered with a mix of surprise and urgency, the realization that her mother held a piece of the puzzle making her pulse quicken.

"Celia had drawings that looked exactly like this," she revealed, her heartache evident in the way her hands trembled slightly.

The revelation hit Buffy like a tidal wave, her eyes widening in shock. "Are you telling me this thing killed Celia?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief and sorrow. The realization that her cousin might have fallen victim to the very same creature they now faced was almost too much to bear.

Joyce's response was laden with uncertainty, her emotions caught in a whirlwind of fear and confusion. "I don't know," she admitted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Till today I thought it was just a fevered dream that Celia had before she died."

Dawn's voice was tinged with determination, a glimmer of hope amid the darkness. "Then if this thing is real, how do we fight it?" she asked.

As the weight of the situation settled on their shoulders, Joyce looked at her daughter with a mix of concern and maternal love. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice gentle.

"It's invisible," Dawn replied, her words hanging in the air like a haunting truth.

Faith's voice was gentle, her concern for her girlfriend evident, "But you saw it when you were sick," she reminded Dawn, her eyes filled with a mix of worry and reassurance.

"And you're not anymore. The doctor said I can take you home." Joyce added.

Dawn's voice quivered with uncertainty, the prospect of falling ill again hanging over her like a dark cloud. "How do I get sick again?" she asked, the fear of returning to that state of vulnerability evident in her eyes.

"I don't know," Joyce admitted with a hint of helplessness, her own emotions mirroring those of her daughter. She looked around the room, her eyes landing on the multitude of flowers that adorned the space with love and care. A smile tugged at her lips as she glanced at Faith, gratitude filling her heart for the woman who had brought so much light into Dawn's life.

Her motherly instincts kicked in, and with a touch of determination, Joyce reassured Dawn, "Of course, who wouldn't want to leave with such a beautifully decorated room." Her gaze returned to Dawn, her love for her daughter evident in every word. "I will talk to the doctor and see about them keeping you one more night. I don't know if we can push it beyond that without you actually showing symptoms." With a loving nod, she turned and headed out of the room, her heart burdened with the desire to protect her child from harm.

As the door closed behind her, Buffy expressed her relief, her words tinged with gratefulness, "I'm kind of glad we told her."

Xander, ever the pragmatist, broke the silence, seeking clarity, "So, what's the drill?"

Dawn's voice trembled with a mix of determination and vulnerability as she handed the drawing to Giles, "Giles, Chloe, see if you two can get a mug shot on that guy." Her eyes were filled with resolve as she added, "Buffy and I need to know what we're fighting."

Giles nodded, his expression a mix of concern and trust in Dawn's judgment. "Right. Yes," he replied, taking the drawing with utmost care.

Dawn's voice carried an air of determination as she outlined the plan, her focus unwavering. "Buffy and I'll check Backer's office," she said, her gaze meeting her sister's. "See if we can find any post-its marked 'why a monster might want me dead.'"

Buffy's voice mirrored her sister's resolute tone, her eyes shining with determination. "Sounds like a plan," she affirmed. "Of course, if we find anything, I personally won't know what it means, so, Will..."

As Willow playfully shared her expertise in medical matters, the room was filled with a mix of laughter and nostalgia. "Oh, yeah," she said, a fond smile lighting up her face. "I'm good at medical stuff since Xander and I used to play doctor all the time."

Xander's chuckle was tinged with a hint of embarrassment, his heartwarming grin betraying his fondness for those cherished memories. "No, she's being literal," he clarified with a soft laugh. "She used to have all these medical volumes, uh, and diagnosed me with stuff. I didn't have the heart to tell her she was playing it wrong."

Willow's curiosity was piqued as she probed further, her voice tinged with amusement. "Wrong? Why? How did you play doctor?" she asked looking toward Buffy and Dawn.

"I never have," the sisters responded, their words evasive yet accompanied by knowing glances.

Faith and Chloe chuckled, understanding the unspoken connection shared by their respective girlfriends.

"Um, fascinating though this is..." Giles interjected gently, sensing the need to steer the conversation back to the pressing matter at hand.

"Yeah, right. Go!" Buffy ordered with a mix of firmness and affection.

As Chloe and Buffy shared a tender moment, their lips meeting in a kiss, the room seemed to embrace the depth of their love and the strength of their bond. "We'll call if we... know something," Chloe reassured her girlfriend, their love for each other evident in their eyes.

"Know something soon," Dawn called out after them, her voice carrying a mix of determination and hope. The group understood the significance of their mission, knowing that time was of the essence.

Meanwhile, Willow's eyes were drawn to the multitude of flowers that adorned the room. She turned to Faith, her curiosity piqued, and a hint of awe in her voice, "You're doing, I assume."

Faith nodded with a playful grin, proud of her efforts to create a beautiful and uplifting space for Dawn. "Yep," she affirmed; her eyes filled with tenderness as she glanced at her girlfriend.

Willow couldn't help but express her amazement, her voice tinged with admiration, "Damn girl, how many are there?"

"A few hundred," Faith replied nonchalantly, though the affection in her eyes for Dawn was evident. "I didn't count." She leaned over and pressed a loving kiss on Dawn's forehead, reassuring her of her presence and support. "I'll be on Nakamura duty in the waiting room," she added before hurrying out of the room.

"Okay," she said, her voice steady. "Now before we get into it, let's check out the doc."

Just then, Joyce re-entered the room, her presence a reminder of the love and protection she offered to her daughter. "The doctor has said you are not to leave till you're feeling up to it, so..."

"Thanks, Mom," Dawn said, her eyes filled with gratitude and affection.

"I just hope you know this is going to be adding to the bill," Joyce gently reminded her daughter.

"I do," Dawn replied with a hint of assurance. "But that's what I have insurance for."

"Dawn," Joyce said, her voice tinged with emotion as she looked around the room, her heart touched by the sight before her. "Do you know how much Faith likely spent?" Her words were a testament to the depth of Faith's love for Dawn and the lengths she would go to ensure her happiness and comfort.

"I have an idea," Dawn said, her voice filled with a mixture of appreciation and love. "I would say at least a couple hundred. Faith truly has never spared any expense. Just as I haven't with her. Or do you think that Ducati I bought her was cheap?"

Joyce couldn't help but smile through her concern, touched by the depth of love shared between Dawn and Faith. "Probably not," she admitted, her heart warmed by the unwavering devotion her daughter had for her fiancée. "I know you two are engaged and that you loved her in your original timeline. But I am just making sure my little girl is happy."

A soft, reassuring smile graced Dawn's lips as she gently took her mother's hand. "I'm happy, Mom," she said, her voice tinged with affection.

"Okay... You know I just worry about my little girls," Joyce confessed, her love for her daughters evident in her gaze. "Listen, if you're going to be in here for another day or two to fight this thing, you're going to need a few more things. I'll be back later. Probably after school so I can bring Marie and Elizabeth." She leaned down to kiss Dawn's forehead, embracing her tightly before turning to hug Buffy as well. Then she led Marie out of the room.

"So, to the doctors?" Dawn's voice held a mix of determination and hope as she looked at her sister and best friend.

"To the doctors," Buffy and Willow affirmed in unison, their determination mirrored in their resolute expressions. They checked the coast was clear before heading off, each step taken with purpose.

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In the dimly lit hospital room, emotions ran high as Buffy, Dawn, and Willow tried to distract themselves with the TV while waiting anxiously for any updates from their friends - Xander, Chloe, and Giles. Their hearts pounded in their chests, hoping for news that would shed light on the mysterious threat they were facing.

At five o'clock, Faith arrived, her presence bringing a mix of relief and comfort to the room. Dawn's eyes softened with affection as she watched Faith take the jello from the tray, understanding her girlfriend's little quirks and preferences. "She just wants the jello," Dawn whispered to Buffy and Willow, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

As the conversation shifted, emotions swirled in the room like a gentle storm.

"So, how's Oz?" Faith asked looking at Willow

A wistful look came to Willow's eyes, her heart yearning for her boyfriend. "Okay," Willow replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of fondness and longing. "The band is playing in L.A., so... He'll be back on Sunday."

The atmosphere was charged with a sense of unity and shared concern as they huddled together, forming a tight-knit circle of support. Their nerves were on edge, and their hearts leapt when the phone next to the bed suddenly rang. Dawn's hands trembled slightly as she picked up the receiver, her heart pounding in her chest.

"It's called Der Kindestod." The voice on the other end of the line sent shivers down their spines.

"Who is this?" Dawn playfully teased, her voice infused with a mischievous tone, as she immediately recognized the caller on the other end as her devoted Watcher.

"Really, Dawn. Your favorite Watcher," Chloe's voice responded with a hint of amusement, echoing through the phone.

"Giles?" Dawn chimed in, barely able to stifle her giggles.

"For that I should just pack up and go to England." Chloe retorted in a faux huff.

"I know who it is, Chloe," Dawn admitted, her laughter still evident. "I couldn't resist teasing you a bit. You know you're one of my top four favorite women, right? So, did you manage to find what we were looking for?"

"Yeah, we found it," Chloe confirmed, her tone turning more serious. "The name means 'child death'. This book says that he feeds off of children by sucking the life out of them. Afterwards, it looks like they died because they were sick."

Tears welled up in Dawn's eyes as she made the heart-wrenching connection, whispering softly, "Just like Tina."

Chloe's voice trembled with sympathy as she replied, "That's my take. That's why it is targeting children, who have a lower immunity to diseases than adults."

"Backer was curing the kids and taking away the Kinderstod's food," Dawn said with a mix of admiration and sadness in her voice.

With a heavy sigh, Chloe continued, describing the horrifying nature of the Kinderstod's attacks. "The Kinderstod gorges by sitting atop his prey, pining it down, helplessly."

Dawn glanced over at her sister Buffy, who had been listening silently, her Slayer senses picking up the conversation. The crestfallen look on Buffy's face broke Dawn's heart even further. She couldn't bear to see her sister burdened by more tragedy. "Hold on, Chloe," Dawn interjected gently. She reached out and held Buffy's trembling hand in her own. "Just like Celia?"

"Yeah," Buffy replied with a heavy sigh, her voice carrying the weight of past anguish.

"Give her the phone," Chloe requested, and Dawn passed the phone to her sister. "Buffy?" Chloe's voice was gentle, full of compassion.

"Yeah," Buffy responded, her tone revealing the pain she tried to suppress.

"Talk to me, please," Chloe implored, her heart aching for her girlfriend's sorrow.

"It killed Celia," Buffy finally admitted, her voice barely audible, as if uttering those words brought back a flood of painful memories.

Chloe's heart broke for Buffy, wishing she could be physically present to provide comfort. "Oh, baby," she whispered, yearning to hold Buffy close. "You and I are going out tonight. Just the two of us. Someplace quiet."

"Okay," Buffy said, her voice tinged with a mix of determination and concern, as she ended the call and handed the phone back to Dawn. "We have to get this thing, before it gets any more kids."

"We will," Dawn promised her sister, her eyes reflecting both fear and resolve. "But how? I can't even see it. And if I can't, neither can you."

"You saw it once," Willow gently reminded Dawn, trying to offer a glimmer of hope.

"But I was sick," Dawn shrugged, a sense of frustration evident in her voice. "And even then, I was feverish, delusional."

"I think I know," Buffy interjected, her eyes locking with her sister's worried gaze. She then turned to Willow; her expression intense. "We need to be sick. The doctor was injecting the kids with the virus. Dawn and I are going to give it to ourselves."

Dawn's breath caught at her sister's suggestion, feeling a mix of apprehension and admiration for Buffy's selflessness. She nodded in agreement, knowing the risks but also understanding the urgency of their situation.

Before Faith and Willow could stop them, Dawn and Buffy were already out the door, their courageous decision leading them down a perilous path.

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In Doctor Backer's office, a tense atmosphere hung heavy as Buffy hesitated before opening the fridge door. The gravity of their plan weighed on her heart and the emotions in the room were palpable.

"Buffy, Dawn, think about this," Willow implored, her voice filled with concern and fear for her friends. "It's crazy."

Faith's eyes bore into Dawn's, worry etched across her face. Her voice was low and tender as she expressed her own misgivings, "And I don't like you feeling sick."

Dawn's response came as a soft, heartfelt whisper, trying to reassure her girlfriend. "I know, baby," she said, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "But Buffy is right. We have to be sick if we have any chance of killing Celia's killer."

Buffy's eyes glistened with tears as she nodded in agreement, a mixture of sadness and determination in her expression. "The fever. That's how you see the Kinderstod," she explained, her voice choked with emotion. "That's why Celia could see it. That's why Ryan still can. It's the only way."

Willow, though understanding their reasoning, couldn't help but worry further. "But how are you two going to fight this thing with 107-degree temperature?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of incredulity and fear for her friends' safety.

"I guess we'll find out," Dawn said, her voice laced with both uncertainty and a hint of bravery, as Buffy prepared the test tube, uncapping it with shaky hands. As Buffy went to take a swig, Dawn clutched Buffy's hand tightly. "Buffy, it needs to be diluted. Or it will kill us in an instant," she urgently warned, her fear for their safety evident in her voice.

"Oh. They really should put that on the label," Buffy replied with a touch of sarcasm, attempting to lighten the tense atmosphere but failing to hide her own unease.

The weight of the situation didn't escape Faith, whose concern for the sisters was written all over her face. "This really is a very bad idea," she warned.

"I know, baby," Dawn responded tenderly to Faith, trying to reassure her even in the midst of their perilous plan. "But just think, you can wait on me hand and foot for a couple of days." Despite the gravity of the situation, Dawn managed to inject a touch of humor into her words.

"When you say it like that," Faith quipped back with a mischievous grin, momentarily lightening the mood amidst the tension.

Willow stepped in, taking charge of diluting the serum, her hands steady as she tried to give them the best chance at success.

"This better work fast," Buffy said, her voice tinged with urgency, feeling the weight of responsibility as Willow carefully mixed the diluted serum. "Faster than that," she urged.

Willow's hesitant eyes flickered between the test tube and the sisters, her heart fraught with concern and doubt. Despite her worries, she relented and placed another drop into the water, knowing the gravity of the moment called for desperate measures.

"Here's to our health," Buffy saluted, trying to muster a brave smile, though her voice quivered with underlying fear. Side by side, she and Dawn raised the water-filled beakers to their lips and drank down the concoction.

"How long will it take?" Dawn asked, her voice tinged with urgency as she desperately sought answers.

"Should only be a few minutes…maybe less…Buffy, Dawn, I honestly don't know," Willow replied, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

"Well, let's go then," Dawn declared with determined resolve. As she and Buffy rushed from the room, Faith and Willow followed closely behind, their hearts pounding in their chests. The urgency of their mission was evident in their hastened steps.

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As they neared the children's ward, Faith's heart clenched with worry as she observed Buffy and Dawn's unsteady walking, their paths wavering like delicate leaves in the wind. Concern etched itself deeply across Faith's face, and she couldn't help but ask, "Dawnie? Buffy? How are you two doing?"

Dawn, trying to muster up courage, put on a brave front and replied, "We'll be fine," but the quiver in her voice betrayed the fear that lurked just beneath the surface. Faith could see right through the façade, and her heart ached for the young sisters facing this daunting situation.

"So not what I asked," Faith responded with a gentle yet firm tone, sensing Dawn's attempt to shield her true emotions. She reached out and took Dawn's arm in a reassuring gesture, the contact offering a small sense of stability. As they rounded the corner, Dawn leaned heavily on Faith for support, her vulnerability laid bare.

Similarly, Buffy sought strength from her closest friend, Willow, as she leaned on her for physical and emotional support. The feverish flush on Buffy's cheeks and the exhaustion in her eyes worried Faith even more, but she tried to stay strong for them all.

"Oh, God. I'm not sure this was such a good idea," Dawn admitted, her voice trembling with uncertainty and regret, her body already showing signs of the toll taken by their risky plan. Buffy, unable to vocalize her thoughts, could only nod in agreement, both sisters grappling with the consequences of their choices.

Amidst the vulnerability and fear that hung in the air, Willow stepped forward, trying her best to be a source of comfort and hope. "Hang in there. You'll both be okay," she said, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability as well, revealing her worry for her friends.

Buffy and Dawn pressed their faces against the window of the Children's room, their hearts pounding with a mixture of anticipation and dread. Faith, equally anxious, joined them, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of the missing children, but all they found was an unsettling emptiness.

"The kids. They're gone," Dawn exclaimed, her voice a blend of confusion and concern as she turned to Buffy, Willow, and Faith. The weight of the situation bore down heavily on her shoulders, and she knew that her own rising fever wasn't the cause of the children's absence.

"What could have happened?" Willow wondered aloud, her voice heavy with worry and frustration. The uncertainty surrounding the situation only intensified their anxiety, leaving them grasping for answers.

"I don't know," Dawn sighed, her voice trembling with a sense of helplessness. The overwhelming emotions made her feel small and powerless in the face of the unknown. "Maybe we're too late. Maybe they moved. Maybe I don't... I'm burning up!" Her words were interrupted by a stifled groan, the fever's relentless hold on her becoming more evident by the moment.

"So am I," Buffy replied, her voice laden with concern, mimicking Dawn's actions as she touched her own forehead, searching for any signs of the fever that threatened to consume them. However, instead of focusing on the fever, her eyes fell upon something far more terrifying—the eerie manifestation of the dreaded Kinderstod. Its presence sent chilling shivers down their spines, and their hearts pounded with dread.

"Dawn?" Buffy's voice quivered with both urgency and fear, her heart racing as she sought confirmation that her younger sister also witnessed the malevolent creature before them.

"I think I see it," Dawn's response trembled with panic, her wide eyes reflecting the terror that mirrored her sister's. The sight of the Kinderstod sent a chilling shiver down her spine, leaving her feeling small and vulnerable in its ominous presence.

As the sinister form of the Kinderstod materialized, an overwhelming surge of dread washed over Buffy and Dawn. They felt a visceral fear clawing at their souls, their breaths hitching as they witnessed its eerie movements. The cruel tilt of its hat seemed to mock their desperation as it slowly made its way towards the basement access door.

Buffy's instinct to protect the innocent children kicked in, and she mustered all her strength to rush towards the door, but her weakened state betrayed her efforts. "Dawnie," she called out with a heartbreaking sense of desperation, fully aware that time was slipping through their fingers.

Dawn, trying to utilize her magical abilities to create a portal, was met with a devastating realization—her magic was cut off, leaving them defenseless against the malevolent creature's advance. "My magic is cut off," she explained with a hint of despair, the weight of their vulnerability sinking in. In that moment, they both knew that they were unable to shield the children from the horrifying threat that lurked on the other side of the door.

Amidst their feverish predicament, Dawn's doctor arrived on the scene. "Dawn?" she called out with genuine concern, her eyes scanning the distressing sight before her. "What's wrong?"

Willow's heavy sigh betrayed her worry as she conveyed the situation to the doctor. "Dawn's, uh, not feeling well again," she explained, her anxiety evident. "And apparently passed it on to her cousin."

The doctor's eyes softened with empathy as she addressed the sisters, her tone both firm and compassionate. "You both should be in bed then," she urged, recognizing the importance of rest and recovery. She gestured for Faith to assist in escorting the sisters to Dawn's room, believing it to be the best course of action for their health.

Dawn, however, hesitated, determined not to give up on saving the children from the sinister threat. She tried to downplay her condition, not wanting to succumb to her weakness. "No, no, it's not that bad," she protested, her voice wavering with resolve.

"No, you're coming with me," Doctor Wilkinson's voice held a mix of concern and determination, her professional instincts guiding her to care for her young patients. Despite her best intentions, Dawn and Buffy resisted, pushing her away gently yet with unwavering resolve. The sisters' bodies may have been weakened by the fever, but their spirits were fueled by an overwhelming need to protect the children. With adrenaline coursing through their veins, they broke away from the doctor's grasp and started to run, each step fueled by fear and urgency.

Faith and Willow, recognizing the gravity of the situation, quickly followed suit, their hearts pounding with a sense of unity and solidarity with their friends. Together, they embarked on an urgent escape, their footsteps echoing down the corridors as they navigated the hospital's labyrinthine halls.

"They're sorry!" Willow called over her shoulder, her voice tinged with sorrow and remorse, the apology a heartfelt gesture in the midst of their desperate flight. The weight of their actions and the knowledge of the consequences weighed heavily on her conscience, but there was no turning back now.

Time was slipping through their fingers, and the realization fueled Dawn and Buffy with newfound determination. Despite their weakened bodies, they ran with an extra surge of strength, driven by the fear of what would happen if they didn't reach the children in time. Every breath was laced with urgency, their hearts pounding in their chests, their minds focused on finding another basement access.

Through the frantic search, they dashed through a pair of doors, only to be met with the unexpected presence of two imposing security guards. The confrontation was daunting, and the sisters could feel their hearts racing even faster. Despite the odds stacked against them, they knew they had to persevere, for the safety of the children and everyone they held dear.

"Okay, come on now. We can do this the easy way," one of the guards warned, their tone firm and unyielding, adding to the tension and peril of the situation.

Faith's lips curled into a slight smirk at Willow's outburst, but she held back any laughter. Panic had taken hold of Willow, and she began swatting at imaginary frogs, her distress evident in her frantic gestures.

"Frogs! Frogs! Get 'em off of me!" Willow cried, her voice trembling with fear and hysteria, as she continued to battle the invisible creatures that plagued her.

The guards started to approach Willow, concerned about her sudden distress, while Dawn and Buffy seized the opportunity to edge away, keeping a watchful eye on their friends. Faith chose to stay by Willow's side, offering support and adding credibility to the chaotic scene.

"Oh, my God, frogs! Get them off of me! Please, help!" Willow's desperate cries echoed through the hallway, making their flight all the more frantic.

The sisters sprinted down the hospital hallway, their hearts racing not only from their fever but also from the urgency of their mission. They hoped to put some distance between themselves and the escalating situation, driven by a desperate need to protect the children from the looming threat.

As they rounded the corner near the nurses' station, their panic got the better of them, and in their haste, they accidentally collided with the wall. The impact left them slightly disoriented, but their adrenaline-fueled determination refused to let them slow down. Their minds were solely focused on reaching their destination and finding a way to stop the impending danger.

Xander, who had taken over for Faith, saw Dawn and Buffy's disheveled state and raced over with concern etched across his face. "Buffy, Dawn, are you both okay? Did Nakamura..." he asked, his voice filled with worry.

Dawn's voice trembled with urgency as she interrupted, "No. We need to get to the basement."

Xander's brow furrowed in confusion. "There's access just outside. Why the basement?" he inquired, trying to make sense of their sudden urgency.

"The kids are gone and the Kinderstod went into the basement," Buffy explained, her words laced with fear and anxiety. Her heart pounded, not only from her own illness but also from the overwhelming concern for the missing children. The realization that the sinister creature was now lurking in the basement intensified her fear, and she knew they had to act quickly to prevent any further harm.

"Fair enough," Xander nodded, his heart heavy with concern as he observed the distress etched on both Dawn and Buffy's faces. Their weariness was evident, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of worry and helplessness.

"Are you both feeling okay?" Xander asked, his voice filled with genuine care and concern as he approached the sisters. He wanted to offer them comfort, but he knew he couldn't take away their suffering.

"Not so much," Dawn replied, her voice strained with exhaustion and the relentless grip of her fever. "Fever and all..." The weight of her illness was evident in her words, and her attempt to put on a brave front only emphasized the vulnerability she felt.

"I thought you were better, Dawn," Xander expressed, disappointment creeping into his tone, not at her, but at the unfairness of their situation. He had hoped she would have recovered by now, but life had other plans.

"And I thought you hadn't caught it, Buffy," Xander added, his concern growing as he realized that both sisters were now battling the same sickness. His protective instincts kicked in, wanting to shield them from any further harm.

"Yeah well getting sick the first time was so much fun," Dawn quipped, trying to muster a touch of humor despite the tension that enveloped them like a heavy fog. The sarcastic remark was a defense mechanism, a way to cope with the difficult circumstances they found themselves in. "Buffy and I thought we might try it together, you know."

Xander managed a weak chuckle, grateful for Dawn's attempt to find humor in the midst of the dire situation. But behind his smile, his heart ached for the sisters as he witnessed the struggle they were enduring, both physically and emotionally. The weight of their illness was evident in their weary expressions, and he wished he could do more to ease their suffering.

"Interesting… so where's Willow?" he asked, concerned for their friend and the support she could provide in such dire times.

"Having frog issues," Buffy replied, her voice a blend of concern and amusement. Despite the gravity of their current situation, the absurdity of Willow's predicament brought a small glimmer of levity to the conversation.

"And Faith?" Xander inquired, wanting to ensure that everyone was accounted for in the face of the impending danger they were rushing to confront.

"Helping Willow with the frogs," Dawn responded, her voice filled with affection for her girlfriend and the unwavering loyalty that bound them together. Even amidst the turmoil, their love for each other remained a source of strength.

"I'm going to assume that's the fever talking," Xander said with a touch of humor, trying to make light of the strange situation, though the circumstances were far from lighthearted. He understood that their fever might be playing tricks on their perceptions, but he also knew that their determination to help and protect each other was sincere and courageous.

"You two don't know how to kill this thing," he pointed out, the concern and frustration evident in his voice. He wanted to be their protector, to have all the answers and solutions, but he felt helpless in the face of an unknown threat. The mix of emotions within him mirrored the complex web of emotions swirling among the sisters.

"Thought we might try violence," Buffy's words held a mixture of determination and desperation, reflecting the gravity of their situation. The weight of the fever and the fear for the missing children burdened her heart, but she refused to back down in the face of the malevolent threat.

The terrified screams of the children echoed through the halls, striking fear into Dawn's heart, and she pushed herself even harder, her steps fueled by an urgent need to reach the kids before it was too late. "Oh God, what if we're too late?" she questioned, the thought of failing to save them causing her emotions to spiral into a pit of despair. The weight of responsibility weighed heavily on her shoulders, and the possibility of losing the innocent lives they were trying to protect was almost too much to bear.

"Never," Xander's voice carried an unwavering resolve, trying to be their pillar of strength despite the uncertainty that gnawed at him. He couldn't bear to see Dawn and Buffy's spirits dampened by the fear and doubt, so he held on to the belief that they could make a difference. His determination to lift their spirits was driven by a deep love for his friends, a love that outweighed any fear or doubt.

Their hearts pounded in their chests as they rounded the corner, their emotions on edge, and the horrifying sight of the Kinderstod draining the life from Ryan sent a jolt of terror through them. The raw injustice of the situation ignited a fire within their souls, propelling them to action.

Buffy grabbed a pipe, her hands trembling with both fear and fierce determination. It was a weapon born of desperation, a tool they hoped would give them an advantage against the malevolent entity. Together with Dawn, they charged at the creature, their hearts filled with a mix of anger and grief, emotions fueling their strikes.

"You make me sick," Buffy declared, her voice laced with anger and sorrow, her blows driven by the pain of witnessing the creature's malevolence. Her determination to protect the innocent children surged through every swing of the pipe, turning her grief into a fierce determination to put an end to the creature's reign of terror.

However, the Kinderstod proved to be a formidable adversary, effortlessly blocking Dawn and Buffy's attacks with an unnerving ease. Despite their determination, the sisters could sense that the fight wasn't going in their favor. Their feverish bodies were weakened, and every movement felt like a struggle. Still, they refused to give in, their love for the children and each other serving as a driving force to protect those in danger.

Xander's heart raced with worry as he watched Dawn and Buffy bravely face the malevolent creature. He quickly sprang into action, guiding Ryan and the other kids to safety, wanting to shield them from the danger that loomed before them. Yet, even as he focused on the children's safety, his concern for Dawn and Buffy weighed heavily on his mind. He knew that they were risking everything to protect those they cared for, and it filled him with a mixture of admiration and fear.

As Xander kept watch, his concern mounting, he was relieved to see Faith suddenly appear by his side. Her presence brought a sense of unity and determination. They stood shoulder to shoulder, bound by their love for Dawn and Buffy, ready to support them in whatever way they could.

"Weird," Faith muttered, a mix of awe and concern coloring her voice as she observed Dawn seemingly kick at nothing, yet they both heard the impact. The surreal sight left them both unsettled, the supernatural element of the situation heightening their emotions.

The sisters flinched as the forceful blow from the Kinderstod sent them sprawling to the ground, their fever-weakened bodies absorbing the impact. Faith and Xander could only watch helplessly, their hearts aching, as they witnessed the struggle unfold before them. Despite the odds, Buffy's determination shone in her eyes as she reached up, her hands trembling but unwavering.

Buffy and Dawn stood together, their fever-weakened bodies trembling with exhaustion and the aftermath of the intense battle they had just faced. The fallen creature before them offered a glimmer of hope to the others, who rushed over to surround the sisters with unwavering support. The concern in their eyes was palpable, reflecting the deep connection they shared as a makeshift family.

"Are you both okay?" Xander's voice quivered with genuine concern, his heart heavy with worry for his friends. Despite the chaos that surrounded them, his focus was solely on the well-being of Dawn and Buffy.

"Actually, I think I'm starting to feel better," Dawn replied, her voice betraying the toll the illness had taken on her. With a brave step forward, she stumbled, finding solace in Faith's protective embrace as she leaned heavily against her. The display of vulnerability and strength combined left the others with a mix of admiration and concern.

"He's dead, right? I heard something snap," Xander's urgent question directed at Buffy conveyed the desperate need to know the outcome. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, their emotions raw and unfiltered.

Buffy's gaze remained fixed on the lifeless form before her, her heart heavy with the memories of those they had lost along the way. The battle had taken a toll on her physically and emotionally, but amidst the grief, there was also a sense of triumph in knowing that they had succeeded in vanquishing the malevolent threat. Her emotions were a whirlwind of conflicting feelings—relief for the immediate safety of the children, grief for the sacrifices made, and determination to protect those she loved.

"That would be his neck," Buffy's confirmation held a mix of exhaustion and determination, the toll of the battle and their fever evident in her voice. The weight of the situation and the responsibility they bore was etched on her face, but she remained resolute in their mission.

"You're not going to yak, are ya?" Xander's concern was evident as he looked at Buffy and Dawn, both visibly drained and weakened by the fever's grip. His worry for their well-being only deepened as he saw their struggle to stand.

"Need sleep," Buffy managed to utter, her voice barely above a whisper, her body trembling with the sheer weight of exhaustion. The exertion of their fight and the fever had left her on the brink of collapse.

Faith's heart went out to the sisters as she gently wrapped her arms around Dawn, offering her warmth and comfort. "Let's get you two to bed, and this time neither of you are moving," Faith's voice held a delicate blend of softness and firmness. She was determined to ensure they both got the rest they desperately needed.

Dawn's response was weak but laced with a touch of humor, her attempt to lighten the heavy atmosphere that surrounded them. "Yes, mom," she murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips. Her voice carried a sense of endearment as she leaned her head against Faith's chest, seeking solace and stability in her girlfriend's embrace.

As they continued their journey, the weight of their fever and the recent battle seemed to bear down on Buffy and Dawn. Xander, their guiding light, led the way, his determination and concern evident as he guided them back to where the children were waiting.

Dawn's head snapped up, almost catching Faith's jaw in the process. "The kids?" Her voice trembled with worry, the thought of the children's safety always at the forefront of her mind.

"Up here," Xander's words were a mix of relief and exhaustion as he picked up Ryan, who still seemed dazed from the harrowing ordeal. Together, they made their way back to the ward, their steps laden with weariness, but also carrying a sense of satisfaction for having completed their mission.

Dr. Wilkinson's face displayed a mix of surprise and concern as she took in the sight of the group. The emotional rollercoaster they had endured was evident in their disheveled appearances, but the fire of determination still burned in their eyes. "What on earth?" she questioned, her voice a blend of curiosity and worry as she observed their return, wanting to understand the events that had unfolded.

Dawn's voice quivered with exhaustion and concern as she explained, "The kids were missing, we had to find them." Her words held a heavy weight, reflecting the emotional toll of the night's events and the lingering effects of their fever. Despite her weariness, Dawn's determination to protect the young ones under her care remained unshaken.

"What were you all doing out of your beds?" the doctor's inquiry held a gentle yet firm tone, recognizing the restlessness and fear that plagued the young patients. But her priority was their well-being, and she needed to ensure they stayed safe and protected.

"Bored," Ryan finally admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he revealed the reason for their wandering. The harrowing experience with the Kinderstod had left him shaken, seeking solace and security in the presence of the caring adults around him.

"Well, please, no more wandering. You're all very sick," the doctor urged with genuine concern, guiding the children back to their room with a gentle touch. The depth of her care for her young patients was evident in her every action. She wanted to create a sense of comfort and safety for them during this challenging time, knowing that their emotional well-being was just as crucial as their physical recovery.

Turning her attention to Faith and Xander, the doctor's face reflected a mix of professionalism and kindness. "I got a bed ready for Dawn's cousin, in Dawn's room," she informed them, her concern extending beyond the children to those looking after them.

Faith and Xander nodded gratefully, their appreciation evident in their expressions. The weight of the night's events, coupled with the fever that gripped Buffy and Dawn, made their emotions raw and palpable. As they led the sisters back to Dawn's room, Faith and Xander remained steadfast by their sides, offering unwavering support and love with every step.

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Doctor Wilkinson's voice carried a mix of concern and tenderness as she gently took the sisters' temperatures. Her empathetic eyes met theirs, understanding the fear and exhaustion they were experiencing from battling the fever. The weight of the responsibility to heal these young souls rested heavily on her shoulders, driving her to provide the best care possible.

"Well, you two are running a fever. And in your case, Dawn, that's not good," she explained softly, her voice laced with genuine worry.

Willow chimed in, trying to ease the tension. "I reckon they'll be fine in a few more days," she offered optimistically, her voice attempting to provide a glimmer of hope amid the worry.

"I have no doubt," the doctor responded warmly, acknowledging Willow's faith in their recovery. "But they aren't leaving until they keep the fever down for at least three days straight."

Buffy and Dawn exchanged a glance, understanding the seriousness of the doctor's directive. They knew it was for their own well-being, but it still felt like a daunting task to endure the fever for three more days. "Okay," Buffy replied, her voice tired but compliant. Dawn echoed her sister's sentiment with a nod. With a shared understanding of the importance of rest and healing, they both settled into bed.

March 9, 1998 – Monday

Summers, Payne & Harris Residence

Dawn finally found solace in the comfort of her own bed, snuggled up against Faith, who provided a much-needed sense of security amidst the turmoil they were facing. Chloe's suggestion to have both Buffy and Dawn receive treatment in the same house was a comforting decision, and now Buffy was in Chloe's room, also wrapped in an embrace, seeking solace from her own source of support.

As Joyce entered Dawn's room, carrying a carefully prepared sandwich and juice, a sense of motherly love emanated from her every gesture. Her heartache for her daughters was evident in her eyes, but she tried to put on a reassuring smile.

"Here you go, honey," Joyce said gently, placing the plate with the special sandwich before Dawn. "Peanut butter, jelly, and pastrami, without the crust, just the way you like it."

Dawn's eyes lit up with gratitude as she looked at her mother. "And the juice?" she inquired, knowing that Joyce always had a knack for preparing her favorite concoctions.

"Two parts orange, one-part grapefruit," Joyce replied with a soft chuckle, seeing the delight in Dawn's face.

"That's my drink," Dawn smiled, a moment of familiarity in the midst of uncertainty, knowing that even in difficult times, there were still things that brought her comfort.

"Something you and Marie share is your love for weird concoctions," Joyce remarked affectionately, her smile holding a mix of pride and nostalgia as she thought about her youngest daughter.

"Well, she learned from the best," Dawn said, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and affection for Marie.

"Oh, Dawn," Joyce said tenderly, handing her daughter an envelope. "This came in the mail."

"It's from Ryan," Dawn exclaimed happily, her heart warmed by the thought of receiving a letter from her young friend. The bond they had forged during their brief but impactful encounter held a special place in her heart.

"The boy from the hospital?" Joyce inquired gently, walking over to stand next to Dawn and Faith, curious about the contents of the envelope. As she looked at the drawing, her heart swelled with pride and joy. It depicted two girls—clearly meant to be Dawn and Buffy—standing together, triumphant over a monster. The sight touched Joyce deeply, and she couldn't help but smile at the portrayal of her daughters as heroes in Ryan's eyes.

"It seems you and Buffy became his heroes," Joyce observed, her voice filled with admiration. With a soft smile, she turned and walked out of the room to check on Buffy, leaving Dawn and Faith to enjoy the precious moment together.

"Feeling better?" Faith asked, her voice tender as she continued to show concern for Dawn's well-being.

Dawn looked at the drawing, a token of the bond they had formed with Ryan, and then glanced at the photo of herself, Buffy, and Celia that sat on her nightstand. With a soft smile and a glimmer of hope in her eyes, she replied, "Never better."

Faith's eyes softened as she followed Dawn's gaze to the picture on the nightstand. Her heart ached at the sight of the photograph, knowing how important it was to Dawn, even though she didn't remember the person in it. "I always wondered why you had that picture there when you don't remember her, since she died technically when you were two," she murmured, her voice gentle and understanding. "Now I understand. You may not have remembered her, but you knew her all the same."

Dawn let out a wistful sigh, her emotions a mixture of longing and acceptance. "Yeah," she replied softly, her eyes misting with unshed tears. "I remember growing up and hearing about her from Buffy, what little Buffy could tell anyways without breaking down in tears. And I had always wished I could have gotten to know her like Buffy had. Maybe that's why D'Hoffryn made me her sister in this timeline." She glanced at Faith, seeking her support. "Help me to Chloe's room?"

Faith nodded, understanding the significance of the moment. As she assisted Dawn out of bed, she watched as Dawn picked up the picture from the nightstand, recognizing the significance it held for her.

They made their way down the hall and into Chloe's room, where Buffy was waiting. Dawn held out the picture to her sister, who took it with a tender smile.

"It's a beautiful picture, Dawn," Buffy said, her voice filled with warmth and love as she looked at the framed photo. She understood the connection that Dawn had with the person in the picture, even if it was through stories and memories shared by others.

"It is," Chloe agreed, her gaze filled with understanding. "Which brings to mind what I had planned the other day. Now I think you both should go."

Buffy's curiosity piqued, and she asked, "Go where?"

"To L.A.," Chloe answered, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and hope. The prospect of going to see Celia brought forth a flood of emotions for everyone involved.

Buffy's eyes glistened with tears as she looked at Dawn, her heart heavy with the weight of their shared loss. "To go see Celia," she repeated softly, her voice filled with longing.

"Yes," Chloe said gently, her touch tender as she wiped away a tear from Buffy's face. "I think the four of us should go. And I think you both have some news to give her."

Buffy's uncertainty was palpable as she asked, "So, you're not mad then that I got sick to avenge my cousin?"

"No," Chloe replied with utmost sincerity, her voice soft as she kissed Buffy's forehead. "I will never be angry." Her love for Buffy shone through, and she held a deep understanding of the sacrifices that had been made out of love and devotion. She looked between Dawn and Buffy, the bond between the sisters evident in the way they supported each other. "You two care for your family," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "It's, I believe, why in your original timeline, Dawn, why Buffy was one of the longest living Slayers in history."

Dawn's eyes met Buffy's, and they shared a knowing look, each aware of the depth of their love and dedication to their family. "You're right," Dawn agreed, her voice soft but resolute.

March 14, 1998 – Saturday

Los Angeles

The journey to L.A. felt both somber and comforting as Dawn, Faith, Buffy, and Chloe traveled together to visit Celia's grave. The weight of their shared loss hung heavy in the air, but the warmth of their love and support enveloped them like a protective embrace.

As they arrived at the cemetery, Dawn's heart clenched with emotions she couldn't put into words. The sight of Celia's gravestone brought back memories and a longing for the cousin she had never truly known. Faith held Dawn's hand tightly, a source of unwavering support, her presence grounding and reassuring.

Buffy and Chloe stood side by side, their hands clasped together, offering each other strength as they faced this painful moment. Chloe's heart ached for Buffy, knowing the depth of her grief for the cousin she had cherished so dearly. She silently vowed to be there for Buffy, to hold her close and help her heal.

As they gathered around Celia's resting place, a sense of unity washed over them. Their intertwined lives were a testament to the power of love and family. It was in this moment, standing together at Celia's grave, that they realized they had become each other's family.

Dawn placed a bouquet of flowers on the grave, a symbol of the love she wished she could have shared with Celia. "I wish I could have known her," Dawn whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I wish we could have been friends."

Faith rested a comforting hand on Dawn's shoulder. "She knows, Dawn," she said softly. "She's watching over you, and she knows how much you care."

Buffy's gaze was fixed on the gravestone, her heart overflowing with love and grief. "I miss you, Celia," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'll never forget you."

Chloe held Buffy close, offering her a shoulder to lean on. "We'll always remember her," Chloe said, her voice filled with tenderness. "Her memory will live on in our hearts."

The four of them stood there for a while, sharing stories and memories of Celia, finding comfort in the knowledge that they were not alone in their grief. They found solace in each other's presence, their love intertwining like the threads of a tapestry, forming a bond that would withstand the test of time.

As they left the cemetery, hand in hand, they knew that Celia would forever be a part of their lives. Her legacy would live on through their love and the family they had become together. And as they faced the future, they did so knowing they were stronger together, united by the love that had brought them to L.A. and the memories that would forever be etched in their hearts.

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Author's Note: I had debated doing 'I Only Have Eyes for You' next. But the problem was in canon Angel was able to survive the gunshot because he was a vampire. The problem I saw was how to get Chloe (if I went with Buffy and Chloe) or Faith (if I went with Dawn and Faith) to survive the gunshot. If someone has a suggestion how to do it. I am all ears and will do it that episode next. Otherwise the next (and) last episode of season 2 will be 'Go Fish'. I am not doing 'Becoming Part 1 and 2' because I want Nakamura to take Trick's place for awhile with the Mayor before finally biting the dust. Which also means no Anne and likely no Dead Man's Party for season 3. The first episode of season 3 I think will be 'Homecoming', since I already did 'Faith, Hope and Trick' back when I had Faith arriving in Sunnydale fifteen chapters ago.