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Maybe Someday. Chapter 15.
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kathyh was able to beta this v. quickly, so I'm posting already! :) I hope you enjoy although it is short! (You like cliff hangers, right?)
Previous Chapters.
Feedback feeds my muse - and right now I'm afraid that she really needs a good meal! I have most of the rest of the story planned out and I know what's going to happen next. I just don't know *how*. Blank wall. So the next chapter might be a while...
Chapter 15
Dawn was humming happily to herself as she quietly opened the flat door. She threw her jacket on top of Buffy’s new leather coat, which was sprawled in a very large heap on the sofa, and went into her room to put her bag down. She’d not been surprised when there was no Buffy at the bus station - Buffy tried very hard to ‘do the mom thing’, but wasn’t always very reliable. And Dawn really didn’t need parenting any more - she was eighteen years old after all. Although that hadn’t stopped her blushing when Antonio had been flirting with her yesterday... mmm, school trips were certainly of the good.
Going back into the living room, she noted the weapons lying by the front door and nodded, her suspicions confirmed. There had obviously been patrolling last night and Buffy must therefore still be asleep, even though it was now midday. She grinned to herself as she walked to her sister’s bedroom - this would be fun.
Dramatically she threw the door open and declared: “You know - if you sleep this late, people will think you’re still dating vampir-” Her mouth fell open in shock as she took in the sight that greeted her. Not one, but two blondes were staring back at her from the bed, tightly clutching the sheet. And one of them was most certainly not The Immortal who’d fallen over and landed in some bleach. She stared for a few breathless seconds at the half-naked, blue eyed vampire in her sister’s bed, before she turned around and fled.
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Buffy was dreaming very happily and didn’t really want to wake up, even if it was because Spike was gently kissing her. Snuggling closer into his embrace, she mumbled: “What is it?”
“Don’t want to worry you love, but I can hear someone walking around...”
“Don’t be silly!” she countered, but just then the door to the bedroom was flung open and Dawn strode in - saying something, although Buffy didn’t register what it was. Head still sleep-heavy she stared at her sister, unable to say a word, and then watched as Dawn took in the scenario - before promptly leaving.
“Oh God!” she said, staring wildly around her. “What time is it? I was going to pick her up... I know I set the alarm!”
Spike looked around and proceeded to fish out her alarm clock from under the bed. “I think we... slayed it last night.” he said, a small smile tugging at his mouth. She stared at him, incredulous.
“This isn’t funny!”
“Oh, come on - did you *see* her face?” He tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes.
“Yes I saw her face! This was exactly what I wanted to avoid! She’s my sister and she shouldn’t have found out about you - us - this - like this.” She frowned for a moment, trying to work out what she was trying to say: “This isn’t just some stupid joke - this is my life and I’ve just traumatised my sister! Again!”
She jumped out of bed and pulled some underpants from a drawer, ignoring Spike’s appreciative growl. Damn him - sometimes he was just such a... man!
Looking around she grabbed the first thing she could find, which turned out to be her tiny kimono - blood red and very short, with only half-sleeves. She saw Spike pulling on his jeans as she tied the knot, but decided to ignore him and strode out of the room, fuming.
Only a few steps into the living room however, he caught her up - putting a hand on her arm. “Look Buffy, I’m sorry!”
She turned to face him, another tirade on her lips (trying very hard to ignore how hot he looked in nothing but his pants), but just then the front door flew open and in came Illyria, followed by a haggard-looking Angel.
The latter leaned against the door frame and asked: “Are you actually going to tell me what the hell we are doing here?” before looking up and seeing the couple across the room. His face changed from worn and tired to stony in an instant and he slowly turned his head to look at Illyria’s now immobile form: “We’re leaving!” he said, voice harsh.
Buffy felt like her insides had turned to ice. It was one thing to choose Spike over Angel, being all polite and friendly, but to face her first love after having just got out of bed with her new one... and - ohmygod he can smell it, can’t he? she suddenly realised, horrified, as she tried to work out what to do.
Dawn came out of the kitchen then, a croissant in her hand, and already talking: “Buffy, it’s OK really, Andrew told me...” she stopped and looked at Angel and Illyria. “What-?”
Upon seeing her, Illyria’s face lit up - a delighted smile gracing her features.
“The Key!” she said, triumphantly, and in an instant she was standing in front of Dawn, placing a hand upon her chest.
A bright green light, trimmed with blue, shone around and Buffy was frozen on the spot - a horrible feeling of deja vu and inevitable doom settling over her as she watched her sister’s terrified face.
Make haste to Chapter 16! :)
kathyh was able to beta this v. quickly, so I'm posting already! :) I hope you enjoy although it is short! (You like cliff hangers, right?)Previous Chapters.
Feedback feeds my muse - and right now I'm afraid that she really needs a good meal! I have most of the rest of the story planned out and I know what's going to happen next. I just don't know *how*. Blank wall. So the next chapter might be a while...
Chapter 15
Dawn was humming happily to herself as she quietly opened the flat door. She threw her jacket on top of Buffy’s new leather coat, which was sprawled in a very large heap on the sofa, and went into her room to put her bag down. She’d not been surprised when there was no Buffy at the bus station - Buffy tried very hard to ‘do the mom thing’, but wasn’t always very reliable. And Dawn really didn’t need parenting any more - she was eighteen years old after all. Although that hadn’t stopped her blushing when Antonio had been flirting with her yesterday... mmm, school trips were certainly of the good.
Going back into the living room, she noted the weapons lying by the front door and nodded, her suspicions confirmed. There had obviously been patrolling last night and Buffy must therefore still be asleep, even though it was now midday. She grinned to herself as she walked to her sister’s bedroom - this would be fun.
Dramatically she threw the door open and declared: “You know - if you sleep this late, people will think you’re still dating vampir-” Her mouth fell open in shock as she took in the sight that greeted her. Not one, but two blondes were staring back at her from the bed, tightly clutching the sheet. And one of them was most certainly not The Immortal who’d fallen over and landed in some bleach. She stared for a few breathless seconds at the half-naked, blue eyed vampire in her sister’s bed, before she turned around and fled.
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Buffy was dreaming very happily and didn’t really want to wake up, even if it was because Spike was gently kissing her. Snuggling closer into his embrace, she mumbled: “What is it?”
“Don’t want to worry you love, but I can hear someone walking around...”
“Don’t be silly!” she countered, but just then the door to the bedroom was flung open and Dawn strode in - saying something, although Buffy didn’t register what it was. Head still sleep-heavy she stared at her sister, unable to say a word, and then watched as Dawn took in the scenario - before promptly leaving.
“Oh God!” she said, staring wildly around her. “What time is it? I was going to pick her up... I know I set the alarm!”
Spike looked around and proceeded to fish out her alarm clock from under the bed. “I think we... slayed it last night.” he said, a small smile tugging at his mouth. She stared at him, incredulous.
“This isn’t funny!”
“Oh, come on - did you *see* her face?” He tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes.
“Yes I saw her face! This was exactly what I wanted to avoid! She’s my sister and she shouldn’t have found out about you - us - this - like this.” She frowned for a moment, trying to work out what she was trying to say: “This isn’t just some stupid joke - this is my life and I’ve just traumatised my sister! Again!”
She jumped out of bed and pulled some underpants from a drawer, ignoring Spike’s appreciative growl. Damn him - sometimes he was just such a... man!
Looking around she grabbed the first thing she could find, which turned out to be her tiny kimono - blood red and very short, with only half-sleeves. She saw Spike pulling on his jeans as she tied the knot, but decided to ignore him and strode out of the room, fuming.
Only a few steps into the living room however, he caught her up - putting a hand on her arm. “Look Buffy, I’m sorry!”
She turned to face him, another tirade on her lips (trying very hard to ignore how hot he looked in nothing but his pants), but just then the front door flew open and in came Illyria, followed by a haggard-looking Angel.
The latter leaned against the door frame and asked: “Are you actually going to tell me what the hell we are doing here?” before looking up and seeing the couple across the room. His face changed from worn and tired to stony in an instant and he slowly turned his head to look at Illyria’s now immobile form: “We’re leaving!” he said, voice harsh.
Buffy felt like her insides had turned to ice. It was one thing to choose Spike over Angel, being all polite and friendly, but to face her first love after having just got out of bed with her new one... and - ohmygod he can smell it, can’t he? she suddenly realised, horrified, as she tried to work out what to do.
Dawn came out of the kitchen then, a croissant in her hand, and already talking: “Buffy, it’s OK really, Andrew told me...” she stopped and looked at Angel and Illyria. “What-?”
Upon seeing her, Illyria’s face lit up - a delighted smile gracing her features.
“The Key!” she said, triumphantly, and in an instant she was standing in front of Dawn, placing a hand upon her chest.
A bright green light, trimmed with blue, shone around and Buffy was frozen on the spot - a horrible feeling of deja vu and inevitable doom settling over her as she watched her sister’s terrified face.
Make haste to Chapter 16! :)
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Loved this chapter though. All of your voices were perfect. And Dawn walking in on Spike and Buffy was really cute! :)
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All of your voices were perfect.
Squee! Thank you - sometimes they behave themselves wonderfully!
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Nice cliffhanger!
It was one thing to choose Spike over Angel, being all polite and friendly, but to face her first love after having just got out of bed with her new one... and - ohmygod he can smell it, can’t he?
*snigger*
Lovely chapter :) Good luck with the figuring out of 'how'!
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Thanks! ;)
*snigger*
Poor Angel... he never catches a break!
Thank you for the feedback and the good wishes. I hope everything went OK today! ::hugs::
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Hurrah! It worked! :D
Dawn is still all keyed up
Well - ancient hellgod and interdimensional key... it's too good to pass up!
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Great twist and turns and so did not see that end coming.
She jumped out of bed and pulled some underpants from a drawer, ignoring Spike’s appreciative growl. Damn him - sometimes he was just such a... man!
Bwahahaha!!! I miss Spike so darn very much.
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Heee! You read like me! (Which is why I try to only read WIPs - that way the reading is naturally more spaced out. And I don't get so many "Mummy - why are you *always* on the computer?" Ahem...)
Great twist and turns and so did not see that end coming.
Thank you!!!!!!! SO glad you like it! And I'm always beyond thrilled when I get a new reader! ::hugs you::
I miss Spike so darn very much.
Don't we all? *sigh*
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I've been feeling sorry for Angel so far in this fic, but I think my sympathy is switching to poor Dawn. Fist she walks in on her sister and the ex she though was dead (which would be embarrassing enough for most teenagers) and then Illyria thing... Poor, poor Dawn!
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Oh good! :) And I'm currently trying to work out the kinks in the follow-up - as I said, it's being awkward!
Poor, poor Dawn!
Well, this *is* the Joss-verse, where there has to be pain and suffering, because otherwise it doesn't ring true! Heh.
Oh, and I posted the S/D story a couple of weeks ago, just in case you missed it: His Girl.
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It turned *me* into a nervous wreck, but the feedback has so far been very positive - even from those that don't like the pairing.
And now I'm blushing from your compliment!
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Oh good!
::runs off to read feedback::
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I wish I had the patience to save things up... very glad you liked it! :)
gave it an extra depth which was very poignant.
Oh thank you - that was what I was aiming for, but it proved very hard to pull off.
Very happy that my Dawn rings true - I've never written her before. And I'm very proud of my cliffhanger! :)
(How are you otherwise? Essays going OK etc?)
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Damn him - sometimes he was just such a... man!
Heeeee and heeeee and heeeeee :D
He titled his head, amusement glinting in his eyes.
I'm sure we all title Spike's head, but does he? ::hides::
Good luck and offerings of chocolate for the next bits!
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Bwah! Brilliant feedback! :D
Yowzers. You write damn good tension!
Thank you! ::blushes::
I'm sure we all title Spike's head, but does he?
::facepalm::
Have been pondering the next bit for aaaaaaages, but so far no luck - thanks for the chocolate! ::hugs::
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But.. ::tapping foot:: What about my spuffy sex scenes? You're ready to write Spawn porn , and you won't give me some erotic games??!!
I need playful/sensual/luscious moments between them!
More seriously , great chapter , and a perfect twist in the end. But i don't think that Illyria will do any harm to Dawn.
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But.. ::tapping foot:: What about my spuffy sex scenes?
Eeeep! You're poor, injured hurt woman now... I'll see what I can do! And considering that I *still* don't know how to end it, you might be in luck...
And re. Illyria - you'll have to wait and see! ;)
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Wow, you're really good. Nice characterizations all around, and Illyria made me whoop with glee (what can I say, I'm a little evil).
I think I've been here before, read a couple of your essays. I'm friending you to follow along. :)
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Friendsfriends are certainly of the good - and I remember seeing you around! :)
Wow, you're really good.
::head explodes from compliment overload::
Um, anyway, *so* glad you like it! I'm always beyond thrilled to gain new readers/friends - I'll definitely friend you back! (And Illyria is SO much fun to write - I'm glad you're enjoying her!)
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Your writing flows delightfully and I've been hanging off the edge of my seat as I've read more. I hope you don't mind me friending you - I found you through the virtual baby shower that
Will look forward to more chapters in your brilliant wip. :o]
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Thank you SO MUCH for your wonderful feedback! I really don't know what to say - mostly I'm just squeeing over all your amazing compliments!
And I never thought I'd be getting new friends from the baby shower... now that really *is* a brilliant present! I'll most certainly friend you back! :)
I'll do my very best to finish the WIP before the baby arrives (22nd Sep) - that sounds do-able, doesn't it? I think I even know how to finish it now which is always a bonus!
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Good luck on finishing your wip before baby arrives. Do babies ever keep the schedule that you want though - my son would never have been born if it had been left up to him!
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Babies are definitely awkward. My eldest arrived on time, No 2 came five days early. I'll just have to cross my fingers!
Love your writing!
(Anonymous) 2005-08-12 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)Lovely, lovely detail - it all rings so true.
Gill
Warwickshire
Re: Love your writing!
I'm going to have to start my own LJ just so I can friend you!
Do it! Do it now! And as far as I can recall it was for pretty much the same reasons that I got an LJ in the first place... there are so many lovely people out there! (Also a great deal of idiots, but I do my best to avoid them).
Looking forward to 'seeing' you again - and if all goes well, I'll post the next Chapter tonight or tomorrow!
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Evil! Evil! Joss-scale evil!Great cliffhanger.no subject
Squee! *is very proud*
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Oh, wait, the image of Illyria with a delighted smile on her face was very creepy.
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It's such a cliché, but I just couldn't resist...
and then there's the friction and the ex-boyfriend and another hellgod mucking about with The Key! Breathtaking.
*blushes* Thank you. :)
Thank goodness I have time for one more chapter *runs to read more*
Cliffhangers are evil.
Oh, wait, the image of Illyria with a delighted smile on her face was very creepy.
Oh good. A happy Illyria is enough to make anyone worried.