I woke up a little after 3 am feeling thirsty, and was surprised when my nose registered what was obviously a pot of coffee being brewed. Who was up at this hour?
Buffy'd passed out hours ago, and Willow and I had gone to bed like, 4 hours ago... there was no reason for any of us to be awake really. Unless maybe someone had had a bad dream. And after everything that had happened to us in the past year, that would be totally understandable.
I gave my sister a soft, sleepy smile when I saw her sitting on the counter beside the coffee pot. "What are you doing up so early?" I questioned as I headed to the cabinet to get a glass before getting the pitcher of water out of the fridge.
I heard Dawn stirring in her room before she got to the kitchen and glanced at the coffee pot guiltily. It wasn't that noisy, probably hadn't woken her up or anything--But she'd probably smelt it. Had come in here to see who the hell was up at this totally ungodly hour.
"What are you doing up so early?" She asked, giving me a sleepy smile.
I thought about lying and saying I hadn't been able to sleep but since I'd flaked on the couch halfway into the cheesy American movie we'd been watching, I didn't think she'd buy it.
"Weird dreams," I admitted, reaching over to grab myself a cup, "Weird dreams and not a hope of getting back to sleep. Are you okay?"
"Uh-huh." I nodded when she asked if I was okay. "Just thirsty. You didn't wake me or anything." I insisted as I filled my glass and put the pitcher away, before taking a few sips of water.
"What about you? Are you okay? Want to talk about the weird dream?" I asked, hoping it wasn't one of those weird prophecy dreams that Slayers got. Things had finally sort of settled out since we moved back to L.A., and personally? I liked it that way...
You'd think I'd be terminally bored or something, but the idea that we could just be a regular family now - well as regular as can be expected given everything - was kind of nice. We actually spent time hanging out now.
"'Cause if you want to talk about it, I'll listen." I added. Sure, I was tired, and would probably go back to bed after I finished my water, but I didn't think leaving her here alone to angst over coffee seemed fair.
Did I want to talk about? Pretty much not, actually, because I was this close to wigging about it. What the hell had he meant, it was the last time he'd be here? It was my subconcious, it wasn't like he got a choice whether he wanted to be there or not unless it had been real and, okay, now I wanted to wig even more
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Buffy'd passed out hours ago, and Willow and I had gone to bed like, 4 hours ago... there was no reason for any of us to be awake really. Unless maybe someone had had a bad dream. And after everything that had happened to us in the past year, that would be totally understandable.
I gave my sister a soft, sleepy smile when I saw her sitting on the counter beside the coffee pot. "What are you doing up so early?" I questioned as I headed to the cabinet to get a glass before getting the pitcher of water out of the fridge.
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"What are you doing up so early?" She asked, giving me a sleepy smile.
I thought about lying and saying I hadn't been able to sleep but since I'd flaked on the couch halfway into the cheesy American movie we'd been watching, I didn't think she'd buy it.
"Weird dreams," I admitted, reaching over to grab myself a cup, "Weird dreams and not a hope of getting back to sleep. Are you okay?"
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"What about you? Are you okay? Want to talk about the weird dream?" I asked, hoping it wasn't one of those weird prophecy dreams that Slayers got. Things had finally sort of settled out since we moved back to L.A., and personally? I liked it that way...
You'd think I'd be terminally bored or something, but the idea that we could just be a regular family now - well as regular as can be expected given everything - was kind of nice. We actually spent time hanging out now.
"'Cause if you want to talk about it, I'll listen." I added. Sure, I was tired, and would probably go back to bed after I finished my water, but I didn't think leaving her here alone to angst over coffee seemed fair.
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