MCA Minus Five, Sunday night

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Renee was back. Renee's ex didn't die. Good weekend all the way around.

Back in Fandom. Which was starting to feel like home. Maybe that was an okay kinda thing.

Faith was cleaning out her fridge. Kinda wondering at when she got all domestic. Fandom had a crazy effect on people.

(for the weetiny energy girl)

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[lilpunkinbelly]

After fighting with Sam about her awesome tape idea, Dawn decided she needed to be with someone who wasn't a cootiehead with girly hair.

Before it got tooooooo dark (since she wasn't allowed out after dark), she went directly to Faith's apartment (by way of J,GoB, so she was a little chocolate-smeared) and knocked on the door.

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Faith swung the door open and stared, for a few seconds.

"Hi, kiddo," she said, smiling. "You ... lost or something?"

Holy crap, that kid almost looked like ...

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"Faith! FaithFaithFaithFaithFaith! Hi!" She went to hug Faith around the knees. "I didn't come see you yesterday because I got all 'stracted, but I woke up next to pukey Sam, got to go on a pony ride, and helped Luke fly! Then Mel and I slayed vampire dust bunnies, but not outside, 'cuz we're not allowed to go out when it's dark out, and I didn't really slay, 'cuz I was busy watchin', and then we had lots of pickles and we fell asleep in the lobby."

Dawn grinned up at Faith. "Did'ja miss me?"

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There was a tiny hyper kidlet wrapped around her knees, talking at her a mile a minute, and Faith found herself laughing and reaching down to scoop the kid up.

Sam, Luke, Mel, vampire dust bunnies?

"Dawnie?!" she laughed.

Fandom.

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"Yuh huh," Dawn said, snuggling against Faith and laying her head against her shoulder, secure in the knowledge that she wouldn't be dropped. "Sam's a poophead."

This probably went without saying.

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She couldn't help cuddling her close. It was an instinct. Damn, she didn't think she had any of those, with kids.

"He totally is," she said, reminding herself to try not to swear too much. Fuck. Okay. "I missed you plenty, Dawn. Had to go to Gotham. Hurt some bad guys."

Any chance she'd seen chocolate milk in that fridge of hers? This required investigation.

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"Did you hurt 'em bad?" Dawn asked, all big eyes. She wrapped her legs around Faith's waist just to make it easier for them both to walk. Or for Faith to walk and her to be carried.

She liked having Faith carry her. She felt safe.

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"You bet I did," Faith grinned. Wait, was she supposed to pretend she didn't hurt them too bad? Crap. She was sucking at this kid-thing. "But they were evil bad guys so it's way okay." Uh. Okay. Good.

She got one arm under Dawn and used the other to open the fridge. "You need some juice or something? I got ... juice, I think." At least OJ, for screwdrivers, right? Somewhere.

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"Yay!" Dawn clapped her hands together behind Faith's back. "I knew you would win!"

"I like juice," she said, leaning over to check out what else was in there.

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"Score." Faith pawed through a few containers. "I got ... some orange juice, uh. Fruit punch! That's almost juice. I thought I had chocolate milk but I'm not seeing it. Aaaaaaand I got some grown-up stuff that tastes yucky so you probably don't want that."

No giving the little one Jack Daniels. See? She could totally handle this. Probably shouldn't smoke, either. No big, she'd skip a night.

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"Mommy doesn't let me have fruit punch," Dawn didn't think this was a reason she shouldn't have it, but she didn't want Faith to get in trouble with her mommy. "Orange juice is sunshinier."

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"Mommy's probably got her reasons," Faith nodded. Okay. No letting on about Joyce, either. "We'll stick with the OJ for now. You, uh, you okay with a regular cup, kiddo?"

She knew of the mythical beast known as a sippy cup, but she didn't exactly keep them around the house.

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"Yes. I'm not a baby."

Not that you could tell it from the pouting at that moment.

"No glass, though. Sometimes I break it."

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"Sorry," Faith apologized. "Totally didn't think you were a baby. And I break glass sometimes, too. Spills go good with my carpet, though. Makes the color-changing all nifty."

One glass of OJ, coming up!

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"Can we think at the walls and make 'em change colors?"

Sadly, this was not a request that Dawn would make only when she was six.

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"Let's see," Faith laughed, carrying both Dawn and the glass into the living room. "See what happens if we get reeeeeeeally ... mad."

She glared at the walls and tried to be angry. And not cracking up at the snuggly Dawn. Who was kinda way too adorable.