Bleed in the Tear - August 15th
Twisted Shorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge - Day 15
Title: Bleed in the Tear
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/Lucifer
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Lucifer people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Dawn tries to get her life back.
Notes: Part 9 - Links Page
Seasons: Post-Series/Season 3
Word Count: 1460
Lucifer made his way along the boardwalk. He frowned at Amenadiel. “What’s the urgency, brother?”
“We need to know exactly where you formed the cut in the universe.”
“We?” Lucifer asked.
“Down here,” Linda’s voice made them look down the ramp that led to the beach. Linda, Dawn, and Connor stood in the sand.
“What is going on?”
I’m trying to fix what you did. Dawn told him. So be a good Devil and show us.
He quirked an eyebrow at her but walked down the ramp to stand before her. Then he lifted a long hand and pointed. “That way about a hundred yards.”
Dawn nodded and turned, slowly making her way to the spot. As she reached the spot he had indicated her pain intensified. She stumbled, only kept upright by Connor’s arms.
“So what happens now?” Linda asked.
I need the piece of the Blade that is still here, Dawn signed, Connor translated.
Amenadiel hesitated a moment before removing his necklace. He extracted the center pendent and handed it to her.
Thank you. She looked at Connor. If this goes sideways…
“I know,” he said haltingly. “Destroy you, save the world.”
She nodded and turned to Lucifer. You have to do this.
“What exactly am I doing?”
Using my blood to seal the rift. Or so we hope.
Dawn used a small dagger and cut her palm. Bright red blood welled. She covered the pendent tip in her blood.
She jerked Lucifer forward and stabbed at the fabric he had cut. Together they traced the tear, dripping her blood into it.
Dawn grit her teeth. She felt the pain in her chest increase.
The blood seeped into the tear, glowing bright green for several seconds.
Dawn screamed in pain as the breach sealed and the stabbing in her chest continued for a moment longer. Then, at last, it stopped.
She moaned in relief and sunk into the sand.
“Dawn?” Connor said and he kneeled in the sand next to her.
Linda grabbed the damaged hand and pressed a clean cloth to it and raised it to stem the bleeding.
Dawn took several short breaths.
“Did it work?” Amenadiel asked.
“Yes,” Dawn said. “It worked. It’s healed.” She looked at the spot. “And we managed not to melt realities together. Yay.”
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Dawn stared at her mostly healed hand. Less than twenty-four hours later and everything was nearly normal. Except, she lived with her friends since she had severed her lease a month before.
“Hey,” Angel spoke to get her attention.
“Hey,” she said as she showed him her hand. “It’s healing fast. Too fast.”
“You have lived with supernatural beings for too long, maybe you don’t know how a human is supposed to heal.”
“I’m not exactly human though, am I?”
“We going down this road today?”
Dawn raised an eyebrow in surprise. She had expected him to deny it.
“Strange thing about a trip to Hell, it’s harder to trick the mind about events before it,” he told her as he sat down in the empty chair. “So I remember you being there when I came back and I know who you are. But before that, I know you didn’t exist. I know Buffy was an only child.”
“You never said anything.”
“Had my own problems at that point. I didn’t realize the significance for some time. Not until I was introduced to you after the fall of Sunnydale.”
“So you know what I am?”
“No. But it doesn’t matter. I know who you are.”
“I have only gotten some clues about what I am. Answers from…divine beings. And even then, they couldn’t tell me everything.”
“So you make it up as you go.”
“I got lucky,” she told him. “I could have destroyed the entire world or several trying to fix my pain.”
“You did it anyways.”
“I couldn’t live with it.” Dawn stood, stretching her arms over her head then relaxed back. “It was selfish. Easily one of the most selfish things I’ve ever done. And it could have gone so wrong.”
“But you were willing to die to stop it. If trying to restore the barrier failed, if you couldn’t stop what you started, you and Connor had a plan to kill you and save the world.”
“Yes…of course.”
“That’s what matters,” he told her. “It’s also what makes you so much like your sister.”
“You know I generally take that as an insult, right?”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Spent too much time as ‘Buffy’s little sister’ to appreciate being compared to her.”
“She’s not that terrible,” he reminded her.
“You were in love with her, so it doesn’t really count when it comes to you being objective.”
“Are you going to tell Connor?” he asked.
“I guess I should explain what he just helped me do.”
“He’s also your best friend…”
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Dawn walked into the office of the police station. She was dressed in black pants and a lavender top with a tan jacket. She had a package in each hand and a large purse tucked over her shoulder.
Marcus Pierce looked up in surprise. “Lucifer said you were coming back to the P.I. gig.”
“Figures he’d ruin the surprise.”
“I thought your health wouldn’t allow it?”
“A minor misdiagnosis,” she said. “A bit of extra research and luck found a treatment.” She set the heavier of the packages on his desk.
“What’s this?’
“A peace offering.”
Marcus pulled out the bottle, examining the label. “This is a twenty-four year old scotch,” he said appreciatively.
“I have a tradition of trying to find something nearly as old as the person I’m giving it to. But it became pretty hard when I realized nothing really lasts a thousand years, much less several thousand.”
His face hardened slightly. “Did Lucifer tell you?”
“Lucifer knows?” Dawn asked. “Huh, figures. I spent weeks researching the Devil. Which led me to more biblical research. Naturally that led to Eve. Next thing I know, I find an interesting picture to go with the tale.” She pulled a folder from her purse and set it on the desk. “I couldn’t believe it, until I started digging deeper.”
Marcus’s frown deepened, making him look fierce. He picked it up and opened the folder. There was a well-preserved drawing of several men and a couple of women. Whoever had done the rendering had been talented and able to catch each person’s features as though using a camera.
“You would have to blame the artist,” she said. “They did too fine a job. The moment I saw it, I knew.”
“And what do you think you know?”
She grinned and pointed to the tall, dark haired man in the picture with Hebrew above his head. “You are Cain from the Bible, nearly as old as mankind itself.”
“That’s impossible,” he said dismissively.
She laughed. “I have learned that there is no such thing.”
“What do you want?’
“Nothing.”
“Just to expose me,” he guessed.
Dawn frowned at him. “Why would I do that?”
“Humans don’t take this well.”
“Humans also don’t associate knowingly with the Devil, work for a vampire, or spar with someone prophesied to be the Destroyer. Most don’t have a sister who was the Slayer.”
“That’s it?” he said. “You’re just going to know a thing and not care?”
“I never claimed not to care. I’m ridiculously intrigued, actually.”
“You are?” he asked in confusion, a touch apprehensive.
“There’s a strange ritual in my very weird family. When we get together, we catalog the most interesting people we’ve met since we last gathered.”
“Lucifer doesn’t count?”
“We consider supernatural beings…unexciting. Probably because most of them are in some way. But humans remind us why we do what we do.” She grinned. “If it hadn’t been for you, I’d probably end up using Decker’s daughter.”
“Did you tell anyone?”
She shook her head. “Connor knows I was on some kind of biblical search, but he thought it was about the Devil and the creation of Hell.” She pulled her business card out and set it on top of the picture of his family. “Give me a call if you want to talk.” She stood. “Or if you have work for me. I gave up my place and moved in with my best friend and my sister’s ex, and I really need to get my own place again.”
Dawn gave him a smile and walked out of the office. She stopped at Decker’s unoccupied desk and set down the second package. A bottle of red as an apology with a card.
Title: Bleed in the Tear
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/Lucifer
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Lucifer people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Dawn tries to get her life back.
Notes: Part 9 - Links Page
Seasons: Post-Series/Season 3
Word Count: 1460
Lucifer made his way along the boardwalk. He frowned at Amenadiel. “What’s the urgency, brother?”
“We need to know exactly where you formed the cut in the universe.”
“We?” Lucifer asked.
“Down here,” Linda’s voice made them look down the ramp that led to the beach. Linda, Dawn, and Connor stood in the sand.
“What is going on?”
I’m trying to fix what you did. Dawn told him. So be a good Devil and show us.
He quirked an eyebrow at her but walked down the ramp to stand before her. Then he lifted a long hand and pointed. “That way about a hundred yards.”
Dawn nodded and turned, slowly making her way to the spot. As she reached the spot he had indicated her pain intensified. She stumbled, only kept upright by Connor’s arms.
“So what happens now?” Linda asked.
I need the piece of the Blade that is still here, Dawn signed, Connor translated.
Amenadiel hesitated a moment before removing his necklace. He extracted the center pendent and handed it to her.
Thank you. She looked at Connor. If this goes sideways…
“I know,” he said haltingly. “Destroy you, save the world.”
She nodded and turned to Lucifer. You have to do this.
“What exactly am I doing?”
Using my blood to seal the rift. Or so we hope.
Dawn used a small dagger and cut her palm. Bright red blood welled. She covered the pendent tip in her blood.
She jerked Lucifer forward and stabbed at the fabric he had cut. Together they traced the tear, dripping her blood into it.
Dawn grit her teeth. She felt the pain in her chest increase.
The blood seeped into the tear, glowing bright green for several seconds.
Dawn screamed in pain as the breach sealed and the stabbing in her chest continued for a moment longer. Then, at last, it stopped.
She moaned in relief and sunk into the sand.
“Dawn?” Connor said and he kneeled in the sand next to her.
Linda grabbed the damaged hand and pressed a clean cloth to it and raised it to stem the bleeding.
Dawn took several short breaths.
“Did it work?” Amenadiel asked.
“Yes,” Dawn said. “It worked. It’s healed.” She looked at the spot. “And we managed not to melt realities together. Yay.”
88888888
Dawn stared at her mostly healed hand. Less than twenty-four hours later and everything was nearly normal. Except, she lived with her friends since she had severed her lease a month before.
“Hey,” Angel spoke to get her attention.
“Hey,” she said as she showed him her hand. “It’s healing fast. Too fast.”
“You have lived with supernatural beings for too long, maybe you don’t know how a human is supposed to heal.”
“I’m not exactly human though, am I?”
“We going down this road today?”
Dawn raised an eyebrow in surprise. She had expected him to deny it.
“Strange thing about a trip to Hell, it’s harder to trick the mind about events before it,” he told her as he sat down in the empty chair. “So I remember you being there when I came back and I know who you are. But before that, I know you didn’t exist. I know Buffy was an only child.”
“You never said anything.”
“Had my own problems at that point. I didn’t realize the significance for some time. Not until I was introduced to you after the fall of Sunnydale.”
“So you know what I am?”
“No. But it doesn’t matter. I know who you are.”
“I have only gotten some clues about what I am. Answers from…divine beings. And even then, they couldn’t tell me everything.”
“So you make it up as you go.”
“I got lucky,” she told him. “I could have destroyed the entire world or several trying to fix my pain.”
“You did it anyways.”
“I couldn’t live with it.” Dawn stood, stretching her arms over her head then relaxed back. “It was selfish. Easily one of the most selfish things I’ve ever done. And it could have gone so wrong.”
“But you were willing to die to stop it. If trying to restore the barrier failed, if you couldn’t stop what you started, you and Connor had a plan to kill you and save the world.”
“Yes…of course.”
“That’s what matters,” he told her. “It’s also what makes you so much like your sister.”
“You know I generally take that as an insult, right?”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Spent too much time as ‘Buffy’s little sister’ to appreciate being compared to her.”
“She’s not that terrible,” he reminded her.
“You were in love with her, so it doesn’t really count when it comes to you being objective.”
“Are you going to tell Connor?” he asked.
“I guess I should explain what he just helped me do.”
“He’s also your best friend…”
88888888
Dawn walked into the office of the police station. She was dressed in black pants and a lavender top with a tan jacket. She had a package in each hand and a large purse tucked over her shoulder.
Marcus Pierce looked up in surprise. “Lucifer said you were coming back to the P.I. gig.”
“Figures he’d ruin the surprise.”
“I thought your health wouldn’t allow it?”
“A minor misdiagnosis,” she said. “A bit of extra research and luck found a treatment.” She set the heavier of the packages on his desk.
“What’s this?’
“A peace offering.”
Marcus pulled out the bottle, examining the label. “This is a twenty-four year old scotch,” he said appreciatively.
“I have a tradition of trying to find something nearly as old as the person I’m giving it to. But it became pretty hard when I realized nothing really lasts a thousand years, much less several thousand.”
His face hardened slightly. “Did Lucifer tell you?”
“Lucifer knows?” Dawn asked. “Huh, figures. I spent weeks researching the Devil. Which led me to more biblical research. Naturally that led to Eve. Next thing I know, I find an interesting picture to go with the tale.” She pulled a folder from her purse and set it on the desk. “I couldn’t believe it, until I started digging deeper.”
Marcus’s frown deepened, making him look fierce. He picked it up and opened the folder. There was a well-preserved drawing of several men and a couple of women. Whoever had done the rendering had been talented and able to catch each person’s features as though using a camera.
“You would have to blame the artist,” she said. “They did too fine a job. The moment I saw it, I knew.”
“And what do you think you know?”
She grinned and pointed to the tall, dark haired man in the picture with Hebrew above his head. “You are Cain from the Bible, nearly as old as mankind itself.”
“That’s impossible,” he said dismissively.
She laughed. “I have learned that there is no such thing.”
“What do you want?’
“Nothing.”
“Just to expose me,” he guessed.
Dawn frowned at him. “Why would I do that?”
“Humans don’t take this well.”
“Humans also don’t associate knowingly with the Devil, work for a vampire, or spar with someone prophesied to be the Destroyer. Most don’t have a sister who was the Slayer.”
“That’s it?” he said. “You’re just going to know a thing and not care?”
“I never claimed not to care. I’m ridiculously intrigued, actually.”
“You are?” he asked in confusion, a touch apprehensive.
“There’s a strange ritual in my very weird family. When we get together, we catalog the most interesting people we’ve met since we last gathered.”
“Lucifer doesn’t count?”
“We consider supernatural beings…unexciting. Probably because most of them are in some way. But humans remind us why we do what we do.” She grinned. “If it hadn’t been for you, I’d probably end up using Decker’s daughter.”
“Did you tell anyone?”
She shook her head. “Connor knows I was on some kind of biblical search, but he thought it was about the Devil and the creation of Hell.” She pulled her business card out and set it on top of the picture of his family. “Give me a call if you want to talk.” She stood. “Or if you have work for me. I gave up my place and moved in with my best friend and my sister’s ex, and I really need to get my own place again.”
Dawn gave him a smile and walked out of the office. She stopped at Decker’s unoccupied desk and set down the second package. A bottle of red as an apology with a card.