Keys, Wishes and Tuesdays Don't Mix
Summary: Dawn makes a wish on a Tuesday. You'd think she learn by now. Set during Season 7.
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"Alright. Who said it?" Buffy demands to know. "Who said the 'W' word?"
The Scoobies, Giles included, point at Dawn as the one responsible.
"Way to show loyalty guys," Dawn grumbles.
Buffy pinches the bridge of her nose. Migraine City here she comes. "Dawn what were you thinking of saying that word on a Tuesday of all things!"
"Well you know I was just making one tiny little flippant remark. How was I suppose to know it would come true?"
"You wished Clark Kent was real!" Buffy screams in frustration.
"No. I wished Superman would crash down here in Sunnydale to take care of the enormous army of those Uber-Vamps," she corrects her sister. "I mean think about it. One vast blast of his heat vision and poof!"
Well the crashing down bit most certainly happened proved by the spaceship in the back garden but Dawn's wish as inevitably happens on the Hellmouth didn't turn out quite as expected. Proof positive of that was evidenced by the small blue-eyed infant sitting in the middle of the living room bending someone's sword into funny shapes as if he playing with a bendy straw.
Buffy places her hands on her hips and sighs. "I'm too young to be a mother," she complains sounding almost whiny. "Let alone a mother to an infant who is already as strong as I am. Giles please tell me there is some way to undo this," she pleads.
Giles takes his glasses off and cleans them. "Only the one who granted the wish can reverse it," he informs Buffy.
Buffy looks to Anya for help. "Is this your friend Halfrek's doing?" she asks in relation to Anya's vengeance demon friend.
Anya shakes her head. "Not Hallie's style."
"Then who?"
"Can't be certain. Takes a lot of power to conjure up a fictional character into reality so that narrows it down a bit."
"Is there a way you can find out?"
Anya thinks on it. "Well...there might be one or two who still owe me a favour."
"Then get on it," Buffy orders before turning her gaze back to her sister.
Dawn's face falls. "So what horrid punishment are you going to give me this time?"
Buffy shakes her head. "No punishment this time Dawn."
"Huh?" Dawn says completely at a loss.
"Responsibility. Until we can undo this you have to help look after him and in doing so I can only pray you actually learn something."
Ok. Dawn guesses she should take some responsibility in looking after the baby Superman. "I'll help."
"Good. Now all that leaves is to assign you your duty. I'm thinking..." Buffy's smile becomes malevolent. "diaper duty."
Dawn's wails can be heard across the entire town. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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