Post by Tara on Jan 28, 2007 22:29:01 GMT -5
Title: From the Desk of Dawn
Disclaimer: Dawn, Buffy, and the other scoobies as well as the buffyverse are not mine. they're Joss' creation. I just like to screw around with em. Not earnign any mony so I don't think you can sue me. Plus I'm a minor
Warnings (If any): None except for the ending which is not really for the queasy.
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Sequel to Armed and Dangerous
Feedback: YES PLEASE!
Author Notes: Made this cuz Arty mentioned that she liekd my PB fic and wanted more. so here ya go already!
Dawn sat on her bed, writing at a leasurly pace,
"Dear journal,
so Giles hands me this book today and mutters somthing about 'Watchtchers always kept journals and maybe you should too'. Personally, I think he wants me to be a watcher like him. Anyway, Buffy and Faith played paintball again today. This time it was one-on-one, I think everyone has gotten tired of putting ice on thier welts. Buffy lost this one and now she and Faith are talking about another rematch, I don't get it, what makes slayers so competetive anyway? I don't know about Faith, but Buffy's rg some nasty looking bruises, I mean sure, they'll probably heal right up but it just really gets me how Buffy would intentionally play a game were you end with welts and bruises. Guess that's another thing to put on my list of 'Why-do-slayers-do-what-they-do' questions.
Oh, I guess now that I've told about my day I should tell about what happened after Sunnydale collapsed... We drove for a long time untill we reached the nearest hospital, we dropped our wounded off and then looked for a cheap motel to crash at. After that we ate at the nearby all-night diner, and, oh my god, the food that was inhaled! I knew slayers got really hungry after slaying, but boy can those girls eat! There wasn't even talking, it was just everyone consuming thier food at an alarming rate! Anyway, we stayed at the motel for a while, or untill the ones in the hospital got better, and then took off again. Buffy had wanted to maybe take a break from the whole slaying thing but Willow and Xander wanted to go to Cleavland so they could watch the activity of the other hell-mouth. And because Buffy didn't wanna be away from them she decided it would be okay to fight evil at least once a week.
And then Giles discovered that the council had left quite alot of money in a bank somwhere and he had Willow wire it to a personal account so he could buy this cool building we all use now. I call it Slayer Head Quarters, but everyone else just calls it 'the building'- well, scratch that, Andrew calls it 'The Slayer Cave', I think he has a disorder- but anyway most of the girls here go to school with me or are tutored. and some are dropouts, but everything works pretty smoothly. Kennedy teaches martial arts after school, Buffy teaches somthing like 'Slayer theory' after dinner on Wednesdays and on weekends, and Faith teaches real situations by taking small teams of girls out every night to fight vamps. It's a pretty cool system. And Giles is even trying to set up a training system for training more watchers. Which brings me back to when Giles handed me this book and told me to record stuff in it, I seriously think he's planning to train me as a watcher. And Buffy would agree to it because she doesn't like me going out on missions, as if I was still in 8th grade.... Aside from slayer/watcher stuff, Andrew is teaching me how to play D&D, it's kinda confusing, and he likes to lord it over me when he wins, but I think I'm getting the hang of it now, he's also helping me with some of his video games. Andrew's an okay person to hang around, I don't know why everyone gets so annoyed with him..."
Giles' voice rang out through the slayer head quarters, "Dawn, Buffy, Willow, Kennedy, Xander, and Faith, please come to the confrence room! this matter is most importent!" he sounded thorouly worried and Dawn looked up from her journal before scribbling the last lines and hopping up from her bed.
"Uh-oh, that was Giles's voice over the intercom (I know, cool right?) he sounded pretty urgent... I guess I have to end this entry and see what Giles wants!
Dawn Summers"
The confrence room was eerily quiet as Giles paced back and forth. The eyes of the scoobies followed him expectantly. Buffy began to tap her foot impatiently, finally breaking the silence she asked, "Gonna tell us any time soon what we're here for?"
"Ah, y-yes..." Giles looked up, startled to see them all there so engrossed was he in his worry. "I called you all here because there have been dissappearances around this building site," here he paused to point out a pin on the huge map of Cleavland that stretched from either end of the wall, "I would send out a team of girls, but I'm worried that they aren't experienced enough to fight demons as this is the first activity we've seen from them."
"So then, we patrol the area tonight?" Faith asked, itching to get some fight-time in.
"Yes, but I'm afraid your class will have to be re-schedualed for some other night." Giles answered Faith
"that's five by five with me," almost with an afterthought she added, "What do you think, B? up for a patrol tonight?"
Buffy grined impishly, "Why? you know I'll get the demon before you do. No contest!"
"Oh, you're on!" Faith ground her fist into her palm, mirroring Buffy's grin.
"Ooh! Can I come?" Dawn's voice was shill and excited, she wanted a peice of the action too
"Uh.. let me think about that." Buffy paused as if thinking really hard, "No."
"Aww, but Buffy! I never get to go on patol with you anymore!" Dawn complained, on the verge of whining.
"Well, new hell-mouth, new rules." Buffy said simply, as if this closed the matter.
"Well, what am I supposed to do tonight then?"
"Homework, study, somthing scholar-ly."
"I don't have homework, it's the weekend."
"Then you can clean the paintball gear for tomorrow!" Buffy grinned evilly at Dawn who crossed her arms and shot her sister a death-glare. Then she turned quickly on her heel with a huff and stomped out of the room muttering darkly to herself.
"Okay, so, we'll go in groups, Faith and me, Willow with Kenn, and Xander can go with Giles to the research library. Everyone okay with that?" Asked Buffy, turning away from Dawn's dramatic exit.
Everyone murmured thier agreement and then the normal routine swept over them again, at least for the present.
Dawn sat outside cleaing the barrels of paintball guns and scrubbing at the dried paint on the gear, "Stupid Buffy making me clean her stupid pain-ball gear. And Faith's too..." the teenager grumbled, a small squeal escaping her when one gun went off in her hands. The owner must have forgotten to put the saftey on, "Stupid gun!" she exclaimed exasperatedly. She stoped fuming when she noticed a shadow had fallen over her. She looked up from her cleaning and shrieked.
Buffy and the others headed back to 'the building', all pretty ansty as they had not found thier monster. As they neared the building they heard Dawn's shriek and rushed to find her cornered against the wall, holding the only available weapon. The paintball gun that had gone off. She shrieked again, ducking as the creature swiped at her. It had tight red skin and black horns that glinted maliciously, it had three fingers on each hand each ending in a wicked sharp point. A wide mouth worked furiously, grinding teeth together, as it growled. Dawn reacted on instinct, firing the paintball gun a few times into the monster's chest. The thing howled in rage and pain, angry red welts already forming from the close-range shots, swinging blindly at Dawn once more before turning and lumbering off.
"Faith, go after it! I'll check on Dawn!" Buffy shouted, quickly going to her sister's side to see if she was hurt in any way. Faith nodded curtly and sprinted after the beast who had moved quite fast for a big fellow.
"Oh. My. God...." Dawn gasped, staring into the space infront of her with eyes wide as saucers, "Oh, my god!" she ejaculated as Buffy helped her up from the crouching position she had been in and pried the paintball gun out of her white fingers.
"Okay, Dawn, let's get you inside where it's safe, okay?" Buffy spoke softly as she helper he sister inside, she was obviously not hurt, just in shock really. They walked her down the hall to the library, sat her down, and Willow went to get some calming tea. Until she remembered that Dawnie didn't like tea and got hot cider instead.
"I-I was just cleaning the paintball gear like Buffy told me to! And all the sudden there he was!" Dawn was explaining as Giles and Buffy both looked her over sternly.
"And, why were you cleaning them outside?" the blonde slayer asked, hands on her hips.
'she can be such a mom somtimes!' Dawn thought as she replied hautily, "Because it smells like your sweat and I wanted to be able to breath when I cleaned it." Buffy just stood there glaring at Dawn, the two were in the middle of an intense staring competition when Faith burst into the room. She was breathing heavily and small beads of pirspiration were froming on her forehead.
"Man, that sucker was fast for such a big guy..." she offered as she threw herself into a chair, draping her legs over the arm and earning a dissapproving look from Giles which she ignored. "It dissappeared before I could get to it." She explained.
"What was the description again" Giles asked, turning back the the many stacks of books on the oak table he was sitting at.
"Red skin, black horns, big mouth, bad breath, thee fingers three toes, or maybe they were talon-like...." Buffy ticked off the features of the demon on her fingers.
"He had slits for eyes." Dawn offered helpfully.
"Well, I can't find anything matching that description at the moment, I suggest we all go to bed and get some rest before meeting here bright and early to go over this again." Giles said, sighing wearily as he cleaned his glasses and replaced them on the bridge of his nose.
"Right, good nights sleep'll do everyone good!" Willow said perkily as they all headed out
Dawn settled into a comfortable position, sprawling out on her bed, turning on her desk light as she began to write out another entry in her journal,
"Oh, my god! so much has happened since I last wrote this afternoon! Turns out that meeting Giles called us to was about dissappearances around this construction site on the other side of town, so then everyone starts talking about patroling and just thought, 'hey, I'm seventeen now, I can go patroling now!' so I offer my services and what do I get? I get rejection right off the bat! And then I get the job of cleaning Buffy's Paintball gear! So I'm cleaning and they're off patroling, only the thing that might be causeing these dissappearances decides it wants to visit Slayer HQ and corner me while I'm cleaning! The thing ended up running away but Buffy totally blamed me for getting attacked! As if just stood out there wearing a sign that says 'Come and get it'!
Anyway, turns out Buffy and Faith didn't get much action tonight because they didn't find anything at the site. Kenn and Will did though, they heard someone screaming and went to check it out. But when they got there all there was was a freaked-out guy and a bunch of spilled paint. The most the could figure out from him was that he was cornered by this huge red monster and he tripped over an open paint can and spilled it all over the place. The thing ran away after that and, get this, it was whimpering!
For some reason I don't think this paint thing is a conicidence... I think it's connected somehow. I tried to tell Buffy that but she just told me to go to bed and not to worry about it. Sisters are sooo stupid somtimes! Anyway, I should go to bed now, it's getting late.
Dawn"
Dawn closed her journal, placing it on the bedside table and turning out her light. Soon she was asleep.
Disclaimer: Dawn, Buffy, and the other scoobies as well as the buffyverse are not mine. they're Joss' creation. I just like to screw around with em. Not earnign any mony so I don't think you can sue me. Plus I'm a minor
Warnings (If any): None except for the ending which is not really for the queasy.
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Sequel to Armed and Dangerous
Feedback: YES PLEASE!
Author Notes: Made this cuz Arty mentioned that she liekd my PB fic and wanted more. so here ya go already!
Dawn sat on her bed, writing at a leasurly pace,
"Dear journal,
so Giles hands me this book today and mutters somthing about 'Watchtchers always kept journals and maybe you should too'. Personally, I think he wants me to be a watcher like him. Anyway, Buffy and Faith played paintball again today. This time it was one-on-one, I think everyone has gotten tired of putting ice on thier welts. Buffy lost this one and now she and Faith are talking about another rematch, I don't get it, what makes slayers so competetive anyway? I don't know about Faith, but Buffy's rg some nasty looking bruises, I mean sure, they'll probably heal right up but it just really gets me how Buffy would intentionally play a game were you end with welts and bruises. Guess that's another thing to put on my list of 'Why-do-slayers-do-what-they-do' questions.
Oh, I guess now that I've told about my day I should tell about what happened after Sunnydale collapsed... We drove for a long time untill we reached the nearest hospital, we dropped our wounded off and then looked for a cheap motel to crash at. After that we ate at the nearby all-night diner, and, oh my god, the food that was inhaled! I knew slayers got really hungry after slaying, but boy can those girls eat! There wasn't even talking, it was just everyone consuming thier food at an alarming rate! Anyway, we stayed at the motel for a while, or untill the ones in the hospital got better, and then took off again. Buffy had wanted to maybe take a break from the whole slaying thing but Willow and Xander wanted to go to Cleavland so they could watch the activity of the other hell-mouth. And because Buffy didn't wanna be away from them she decided it would be okay to fight evil at least once a week.
And then Giles discovered that the council had left quite alot of money in a bank somwhere and he had Willow wire it to a personal account so he could buy this cool building we all use now. I call it Slayer Head Quarters, but everyone else just calls it 'the building'- well, scratch that, Andrew calls it 'The Slayer Cave', I think he has a disorder- but anyway most of the girls here go to school with me or are tutored. and some are dropouts, but everything works pretty smoothly. Kennedy teaches martial arts after school, Buffy teaches somthing like 'Slayer theory' after dinner on Wednesdays and on weekends, and Faith teaches real situations by taking small teams of girls out every night to fight vamps. It's a pretty cool system. And Giles is even trying to set up a training system for training more watchers. Which brings me back to when Giles handed me this book and told me to record stuff in it, I seriously think he's planning to train me as a watcher. And Buffy would agree to it because she doesn't like me going out on missions, as if I was still in 8th grade.... Aside from slayer/watcher stuff, Andrew is teaching me how to play D&D, it's kinda confusing, and he likes to lord it over me when he wins, but I think I'm getting the hang of it now, he's also helping me with some of his video games. Andrew's an okay person to hang around, I don't know why everyone gets so annoyed with him..."
Giles' voice rang out through the slayer head quarters, "Dawn, Buffy, Willow, Kennedy, Xander, and Faith, please come to the confrence room! this matter is most importent!" he sounded thorouly worried and Dawn looked up from her journal before scribbling the last lines and hopping up from her bed.
"Uh-oh, that was Giles's voice over the intercom (I know, cool right?) he sounded pretty urgent... I guess I have to end this entry and see what Giles wants!
Dawn Summers"
The confrence room was eerily quiet as Giles paced back and forth. The eyes of the scoobies followed him expectantly. Buffy began to tap her foot impatiently, finally breaking the silence she asked, "Gonna tell us any time soon what we're here for?"
"Ah, y-yes..." Giles looked up, startled to see them all there so engrossed was he in his worry. "I called you all here because there have been dissappearances around this building site," here he paused to point out a pin on the huge map of Cleavland that stretched from either end of the wall, "I would send out a team of girls, but I'm worried that they aren't experienced enough to fight demons as this is the first activity we've seen from them."
"So then, we patrol the area tonight?" Faith asked, itching to get some fight-time in.
"Yes, but I'm afraid your class will have to be re-schedualed for some other night." Giles answered Faith
"that's five by five with me," almost with an afterthought she added, "What do you think, B? up for a patrol tonight?"
Buffy grined impishly, "Why? you know I'll get the demon before you do. No contest!"
"Oh, you're on!" Faith ground her fist into her palm, mirroring Buffy's grin.
"Ooh! Can I come?" Dawn's voice was shill and excited, she wanted a peice of the action too
"Uh.. let me think about that." Buffy paused as if thinking really hard, "No."
"Aww, but Buffy! I never get to go on patol with you anymore!" Dawn complained, on the verge of whining.
"Well, new hell-mouth, new rules." Buffy said simply, as if this closed the matter.
"Well, what am I supposed to do tonight then?"
"Homework, study, somthing scholar-ly."
"I don't have homework, it's the weekend."
"Then you can clean the paintball gear for tomorrow!" Buffy grinned evilly at Dawn who crossed her arms and shot her sister a death-glare. Then she turned quickly on her heel with a huff and stomped out of the room muttering darkly to herself.
"Okay, so, we'll go in groups, Faith and me, Willow with Kenn, and Xander can go with Giles to the research library. Everyone okay with that?" Asked Buffy, turning away from Dawn's dramatic exit.
Everyone murmured thier agreement and then the normal routine swept over them again, at least for the present.
Dawn sat outside cleaing the barrels of paintball guns and scrubbing at the dried paint on the gear, "Stupid Buffy making me clean her stupid pain-ball gear. And Faith's too..." the teenager grumbled, a small squeal escaping her when one gun went off in her hands. The owner must have forgotten to put the saftey on, "Stupid gun!" she exclaimed exasperatedly. She stoped fuming when she noticed a shadow had fallen over her. She looked up from her cleaning and shrieked.
Buffy and the others headed back to 'the building', all pretty ansty as they had not found thier monster. As they neared the building they heard Dawn's shriek and rushed to find her cornered against the wall, holding the only available weapon. The paintball gun that had gone off. She shrieked again, ducking as the creature swiped at her. It had tight red skin and black horns that glinted maliciously, it had three fingers on each hand each ending in a wicked sharp point. A wide mouth worked furiously, grinding teeth together, as it growled. Dawn reacted on instinct, firing the paintball gun a few times into the monster's chest. The thing howled in rage and pain, angry red welts already forming from the close-range shots, swinging blindly at Dawn once more before turning and lumbering off.
"Faith, go after it! I'll check on Dawn!" Buffy shouted, quickly going to her sister's side to see if she was hurt in any way. Faith nodded curtly and sprinted after the beast who had moved quite fast for a big fellow.
"Oh. My. God...." Dawn gasped, staring into the space infront of her with eyes wide as saucers, "Oh, my god!" she ejaculated as Buffy helped her up from the crouching position she had been in and pried the paintball gun out of her white fingers.
"Okay, Dawn, let's get you inside where it's safe, okay?" Buffy spoke softly as she helper he sister inside, she was obviously not hurt, just in shock really. They walked her down the hall to the library, sat her down, and Willow went to get some calming tea. Until she remembered that Dawnie didn't like tea and got hot cider instead.
"I-I was just cleaning the paintball gear like Buffy told me to! And all the sudden there he was!" Dawn was explaining as Giles and Buffy both looked her over sternly.
"And, why were you cleaning them outside?" the blonde slayer asked, hands on her hips.
'she can be such a mom somtimes!' Dawn thought as she replied hautily, "Because it smells like your sweat and I wanted to be able to breath when I cleaned it." Buffy just stood there glaring at Dawn, the two were in the middle of an intense staring competition when Faith burst into the room. She was breathing heavily and small beads of pirspiration were froming on her forehead.
"Man, that sucker was fast for such a big guy..." she offered as she threw herself into a chair, draping her legs over the arm and earning a dissapproving look from Giles which she ignored. "It dissappeared before I could get to it." She explained.
"What was the description again" Giles asked, turning back the the many stacks of books on the oak table he was sitting at.
"Red skin, black horns, big mouth, bad breath, thee fingers three toes, or maybe they were talon-like...." Buffy ticked off the features of the demon on her fingers.
"He had slits for eyes." Dawn offered helpfully.
"Well, I can't find anything matching that description at the moment, I suggest we all go to bed and get some rest before meeting here bright and early to go over this again." Giles said, sighing wearily as he cleaned his glasses and replaced them on the bridge of his nose.
"Right, good nights sleep'll do everyone good!" Willow said perkily as they all headed out
Dawn settled into a comfortable position, sprawling out on her bed, turning on her desk light as she began to write out another entry in her journal,
"Oh, my god! so much has happened since I last wrote this afternoon! Turns out that meeting Giles called us to was about dissappearances around this construction site on the other side of town, so then everyone starts talking about patroling and just thought, 'hey, I'm seventeen now, I can go patroling now!' so I offer my services and what do I get? I get rejection right off the bat! And then I get the job of cleaning Buffy's Paintball gear! So I'm cleaning and they're off patroling, only the thing that might be causeing these dissappearances decides it wants to visit Slayer HQ and corner me while I'm cleaning! The thing ended up running away but Buffy totally blamed me for getting attacked! As if just stood out there wearing a sign that says 'Come and get it'!
Anyway, turns out Buffy and Faith didn't get much action tonight because they didn't find anything at the site. Kenn and Will did though, they heard someone screaming and went to check it out. But when they got there all there was was a freaked-out guy and a bunch of spilled paint. The most the could figure out from him was that he was cornered by this huge red monster and he tripped over an open paint can and spilled it all over the place. The thing ran away after that and, get this, it was whimpering!
For some reason I don't think this paint thing is a conicidence... I think it's connected somehow. I tried to tell Buffy that but she just told me to go to bed and not to worry about it. Sisters are sooo stupid somtimes! Anyway, I should go to bed now, it's getting late.
Dawn"
Dawn closed her journal, placing it on the bedside table and turning out her light. Soon she was asleep.