Alone
Rating/Warnings: PG
Type: Ficlet
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Dawn
Setting: Sunnydale, Season 7-ish
Status: Complete
Word Count: 417
Summary: Response to a prompt at daybreak777's Itty-Bitty Viddy Ficcy Thon.
Prompt: Dawn, alone
Provided by: runawaynun
Alone
Sometimes Dawn really hated this town. Every time she turned around there was another Apocalypse. Now that she was older and had skills, she was using those skills to help out in the good fight. And today hadn’t been any different.
First, Xander was attacked by a demon, so she had to start searching the reference books looking for anything matching his description. Apparently, this demon was one Anya had known way back, so then she’d had to endure a story or five about him and how much havoc he used to wreak.
Getting rid of the demon was going to require a magical attack, so the next step was heading to the magic shop with Willow to find the correct spell and its ingredients. She wondered at first why she even needed to accompany Willow, but it turned out that the only book that contained the spell was written in a language that only Dawn could translate. This also meant that when the time came, and the demon showed up at the house, she had to be the one chanting the spell.
Even Anya couldn’t have guessed that vanquishing that demon would call forth four small, obnoxious creatures to fight. She had to grab a sword from the weapons chest and help Buffy kill them before they got out of the house and started annoying everyone in town to death. Then, of course, she had to deal with a lecture from her big sister about how she could have been killed. She dealt with it in the usual way, by rolling her eyes and walking away.
Now that the day’s excitement was over, she had demon-creature goo all over her favorite outfit and in her hair. She headed upstairs and got in the shower.
“Ahh… alone at last,” she sighed as she let her whole head be consumed with the running water. She stood there like that for a good, long, ten minutes before she finally started actually washing anything. She must have been in the shower for half an hour before the hot water finally started to wane and she was forced to stop singing and get out.
She slipped some pajamas on, set her alarm, and got in her bed. The only good thing about busy days was that it was easy for her to fall asleep at the end of the night. She just started to drift off…
“DAWN!” Buffy called up the stairs. Sounded like more research.
So much for being alone.
Type: Ficlet
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Dawn
Setting: Sunnydale, Season 7-ish
Status: Complete
Word Count: 417
Summary: Response to a prompt at daybreak777's Itty-Bitty Viddy Ficcy Thon.
Prompt: Dawn, alone
Provided by: runawaynun
Alone
Sometimes Dawn really hated this town. Every time she turned around there was another Apocalypse. Now that she was older and had skills, she was using those skills to help out in the good fight. And today hadn’t been any different.
First, Xander was attacked by a demon, so she had to start searching the reference books looking for anything matching his description. Apparently, this demon was one Anya had known way back, so then she’d had to endure a story or five about him and how much havoc he used to wreak.
Getting rid of the demon was going to require a magical attack, so the next step was heading to the magic shop with Willow to find the correct spell and its ingredients. She wondered at first why she even needed to accompany Willow, but it turned out that the only book that contained the spell was written in a language that only Dawn could translate. This also meant that when the time came, and the demon showed up at the house, she had to be the one chanting the spell.
Even Anya couldn’t have guessed that vanquishing that demon would call forth four small, obnoxious creatures to fight. She had to grab a sword from the weapons chest and help Buffy kill them before they got out of the house and started annoying everyone in town to death. Then, of course, she had to deal with a lecture from her big sister about how she could have been killed. She dealt with it in the usual way, by rolling her eyes and walking away.
Now that the day’s excitement was over, she had demon-creature goo all over her favorite outfit and in her hair. She headed upstairs and got in the shower.
“Ahh… alone at last,” she sighed as she let her whole head be consumed with the running water. She stood there like that for a good, long, ten minutes before she finally started actually washing anything. She must have been in the shower for half an hour before the hot water finally started to wane and she was forced to stop singing and get out.
She slipped some pajamas on, set her alarm, and got in her bed. The only good thing about busy days was that it was easy for her to fall asleep at the end of the night. She just started to drift off…
“DAWN!” Buffy called up the stairs. Sounded like more research.
So much for being alone.