Family
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Type: Ficlet
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Dawn, Spike and Angel
Setting: An unspecified lair, sometime in the future
Status: Complete
Word Count: 510
Summary: Response to a prompt in comment_fic
Prompt: BtVS, Dawn Summers, her biological family is gone. Where does that leave her?
Provided by: juliet316
Family
Her biological family is gone. They've been long gone now for years. Mom had her aneurysm. Buffy was finally killed by a demon (not that she didn't take him down with her and effectively avert her twelfth and final apocalypse). A few years after that, her dad had a stroke that she didn't even find out about until ten years later. Of course, by then, Dawn had a lot less capacity to care.
Sometimes she wonders if she can even refer to them as "biological" because she wasn't technically born to them. She wasn't technically born to her new family either, although Angel still speaks of her being reborn often, and it makes Spike cringe every time. She wonders if after all these years he still considers it a mistake.
Just like her old family, this one is small. Just her and the two boys. In their world, and at their age, trust is not something they hand out easily. Everyone else they ever trusted is long gone too. Killed in the line of duty, or... Well, truth be told, there is one more person they all trusted. But they never know when her blue ass will be around or if she'll even be cooperative. At this point, Illyria is like Dawn's snobby older sister who'd left home just because she could.
Angel and Spike return to the lair the three of them share, bickering about something or other as usual. Dawn's not really listening as she closes her eyes to them. The tones of their voices remind her too much of her parents. Even after all these years, she can still hear their voices in her head just as clearly as if they were standing right next to her today. After a moment, the voices stop. Dawn hears an odd animal-like noise. When she opens her eyes, Spike is standing in front of her, grinning.
"Thought you might like a treat after all the bullshit we've been through this week." He steps aside, and beyond him, Angel is stooped down, holding onto a deer so that it won't bolt and destroy this whole place before it figures out there's nowhere for it to go. He has a look on his face that threatens he might change his mind at any second, so she'd better take it quick.
Dawn thinks about her parents taking her out for ice cream. She remembers thinking that she hoped they'd keep fighting so she could keep getting more ice cream. She walks over to the deer, and wonders if this too will be a regular occurrence.
"Sorry if we upset you," Angel mumbles.
Dawn shrugs. "After eighty years, I should be used to your fights."
"After three hundred years," Spike replies, "so should we."
Dawn glances briefly at each of her boys. She doesn't know how much longer they can stand each other, but decides she ought to try to enjoy having them both around for as long as she can. She gives in to her hunger, and plunges her fangs into the deer.
Type: Ficlet
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Dawn, Spike and Angel
Setting: An unspecified lair, sometime in the future
Status: Complete
Word Count: 510
Summary: Response to a prompt in comment_fic
Prompt: BtVS, Dawn Summers, her biological family is gone. Where does that leave her?
Provided by: juliet316
Family
Her biological family is gone. They've been long gone now for years. Mom had her aneurysm. Buffy was finally killed by a demon (not that she didn't take him down with her and effectively avert her twelfth and final apocalypse). A few years after that, her dad had a stroke that she didn't even find out about until ten years later. Of course, by then, Dawn had a lot less capacity to care.
Sometimes she wonders if she can even refer to them as "biological" because she wasn't technically born to them. She wasn't technically born to her new family either, although Angel still speaks of her being reborn often, and it makes Spike cringe every time. She wonders if after all these years he still considers it a mistake.
Just like her old family, this one is small. Just her and the two boys. In their world, and at their age, trust is not something they hand out easily. Everyone else they ever trusted is long gone too. Killed in the line of duty, or... Well, truth be told, there is one more person they all trusted. But they never know when her blue ass will be around or if she'll even be cooperative. At this point, Illyria is like Dawn's snobby older sister who'd left home just because she could.
Angel and Spike return to the lair the three of them share, bickering about something or other as usual. Dawn's not really listening as she closes her eyes to them. The tones of their voices remind her too much of her parents. Even after all these years, she can still hear their voices in her head just as clearly as if they were standing right next to her today. After a moment, the voices stop. Dawn hears an odd animal-like noise. When she opens her eyes, Spike is standing in front of her, grinning.
"Thought you might like a treat after all the bullshit we've been through this week." He steps aside, and beyond him, Angel is stooped down, holding onto a deer so that it won't bolt and destroy this whole place before it figures out there's nowhere for it to go. He has a look on his face that threatens he might change his mind at any second, so she'd better take it quick.
Dawn thinks about her parents taking her out for ice cream. She remembers thinking that she hoped they'd keep fighting so she could keep getting more ice cream. She walks over to the deer, and wonders if this too will be a regular occurrence.
"Sorry if we upset you," Angel mumbles.
Dawn shrugs. "After eighty years, I should be used to your fights."
"After three hundred years," Spike replies, "so should we."
Dawn glances briefly at each of her boys. She doesn't know how much longer they can stand each other, but decides she ought to try to enjoy having them both around for as long as she can. She gives in to her hunger, and plunges her fangs into the deer.