Tete-a-tete (G)
Setting: between Lies My Parents Told Me and Dirty Girls
Prompt: Zapped and Trapped
Word Count: 700
"Everybody leaves."
Kit looked up from her double mochachino with cinnamon. "You've got, like, twenty people living in your house." She wrinkled her nose.
Dawn stirred her mixed soda with the straw. It was better at the Espresso Pump, where they didn't skimp on the Mt Dew. But there was too much chance of running into someone from home at the Pump, and she really needed time with her own friend.
"I mean, everyone who matters. My dad left."
Kit concentrated on wiping up spilled cinnamon with a damp fingertip. "Sometimes it's better when they leave. I'm just saying."
"Then my mom. I mean, not like she had a choice -- but she's still gone."
"Your sister came back."
"Twice," Dawn said agreeably, then paused to slurp. The ice cubes had holes through the middle. She threaded three of them onto her straw. "But sometimes it's like she's not really there, you know? She's busy with the baby slayers, getting ready for this year's apocalypse." Dawn rolled her eyes.
"That sucks. I bet you just feel like..."
Dawn interrupted. "Last time Buffy was gone, Giles left for England, and he only came back when he knew Buffy was back. And Tara, Willow's girlfriend? I really miss her."
"What about that crazy guy from the basement?"
"Who, Spike? He can't stop coming back. He's totally in love with Buffy. I used to think Spike was a creep. And then he was my best friend. And then something horrible happened, and he left, and then he turned up in the high school basement. He's sort of like a yo-yo, y'know?"
Kit chuckled. She tipped the last of the mochachino from her cup into her mouth.
"Um, this may not be the best time to tell you, but..."
Dawn raised her eyebrows.
"My mom wants us to go stay with her sister in Ventura. She says, there's so much weird stuff going on, she thinks it would be better if we got out of town. Just until things calm down."
Dawn's shoulders slumped. "It figures."
"Maybe you could come with? Tell your sister you'd be safer away from Sunnyhell High? You must hate it there in that crowded house. Don't you wish somebody had to miss you for a change? Don't you just wish..."
"You must think I'm stupid," Dawn said flatly.
"Huh?"
"You think I can't tell when I'm talking to someone in disguise? Half the people I know have done a body swap at least once."
The girl who looked like Kit dropped the confused look.
"My friend is allergic to cinnamon. You know, at first I was worried you were something that had killed her." Dawn reached under the table for her backpack and started rummaging inside. The girl across the table watched her intently, scooting back her chair.
"But then you had to go with the hint-dropping. Don't I wish this, don't I wish that. I've been babysat by a vengeance demon. I know when I'm being trolled."
The not-Kit's mouth dropped open. "I am not a--"
"Oh, please." Dawn stopped with her hand inside the backpack.
Her adversary stood up, knocking her chair over. "I can see my services are not wanted here," she said frostily. She swept her hands over her head. Nothing happened.
Dawn laughed at the dramatic pose. "Blessed sand around the table." She pointed at the floor. "Now. How about you tell me what you've done with Kit?"
The vengeance demon scowled. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, little girl." She drew back her hand.
Before the demon could cast whatever it was, Dawn pulled a taser out of her backpack and shot point-blank. The demon fell to the floor, rebounding off an invisible barrier. Her eyes rolled back.
Dawn reached into another pocket in her backpack and pulled out a cell phone. Her call was answered on the first ring.
"Hello? I need someone to come pick me up. Bring a car."
The cafe attendant watched curiously, but made no move toward the pay phone on the wall.
"Could I have another soda, please?" Dawn asked sweetly. "More Mt Dew this time."
Some days it didn't suck, being the Slayer's sister.
Prompt: Zapped and Trapped
Word Count: 700
"Everybody leaves."
Kit looked up from her double mochachino with cinnamon. "You've got, like, twenty people living in your house." She wrinkled her nose.
Dawn stirred her mixed soda with the straw. It was better at the Espresso Pump, where they didn't skimp on the Mt Dew. But there was too much chance of running into someone from home at the Pump, and she really needed time with her own friend.
"I mean, everyone who matters. My dad left."
Kit concentrated on wiping up spilled cinnamon with a damp fingertip. "Sometimes it's better when they leave. I'm just saying."
"Then my mom. I mean, not like she had a choice -- but she's still gone."
"Your sister came back."
"Twice," Dawn said agreeably, then paused to slurp. The ice cubes had holes through the middle. She threaded three of them onto her straw. "But sometimes it's like she's not really there, you know? She's busy with the baby slayers, getting ready for this year's apocalypse." Dawn rolled her eyes.
"That sucks. I bet you just feel like..."
Dawn interrupted. "Last time Buffy was gone, Giles left for England, and he only came back when he knew Buffy was back. And Tara, Willow's girlfriend? I really miss her."
"What about that crazy guy from the basement?"
"Who, Spike? He can't stop coming back. He's totally in love with Buffy. I used to think Spike was a creep. And then he was my best friend. And then something horrible happened, and he left, and then he turned up in the high school basement. He's sort of like a yo-yo, y'know?"
Kit chuckled. She tipped the last of the mochachino from her cup into her mouth.
"Um, this may not be the best time to tell you, but..."
Dawn raised her eyebrows.
"My mom wants us to go stay with her sister in Ventura. She says, there's so much weird stuff going on, she thinks it would be better if we got out of town. Just until things calm down."
Dawn's shoulders slumped. "It figures."
"Maybe you could come with? Tell your sister you'd be safer away from Sunnyhell High? You must hate it there in that crowded house. Don't you wish somebody had to miss you for a change? Don't you just wish..."
"You must think I'm stupid," Dawn said flatly.
"Huh?"
"You think I can't tell when I'm talking to someone in disguise? Half the people I know have done a body swap at least once."
The girl who looked like Kit dropped the confused look.
"My friend is allergic to cinnamon. You know, at first I was worried you were something that had killed her." Dawn reached under the table for her backpack and started rummaging inside. The girl across the table watched her intently, scooting back her chair.
"But then you had to go with the hint-dropping. Don't I wish this, don't I wish that. I've been babysat by a vengeance demon. I know when I'm being trolled."
The not-Kit's mouth dropped open. "I am not a--"
"Oh, please." Dawn stopped with her hand inside the backpack.
Her adversary stood up, knocking her chair over. "I can see my services are not wanted here," she said frostily. She swept her hands over her head. Nothing happened.
Dawn laughed at the dramatic pose. "Blessed sand around the table." She pointed at the floor. "Now. How about you tell me what you've done with Kit?"
The vengeance demon scowled. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, little girl." She drew back her hand.
Before the demon could cast whatever it was, Dawn pulled a taser out of her backpack and shot point-blank. The demon fell to the floor, rebounding off an invisible barrier. Her eyes rolled back.
Dawn reached into another pocket in her backpack and pulled out a cell phone. Her call was answered on the first ring.
"Hello? I need someone to come pick me up. Bring a car."
The cafe attendant watched curiously, but made no move toward the pay phone on the wall.
"Could I have another soda, please?" Dawn asked sweetly. "More Mt Dew this time."
Some days it didn't suck, being the Slayer's sister.