AN: Just a notice that I’ll be borrowing a few events from Season 1 in this story, but not all. Though some things will be familiar this is essentially an AU story. And you can still get in your vote for a pairing.
Part 2
That afternoon Dawn woke from her nap crying. She had dreamed a slideshow of happier memories with Buffy and her mom only to wake and remember that they were both dead. The loss of her mom was a dull ache now, one she was sure would never go away, but the loss of Buffy was very fresh and her grief intense.
She didn’t understand what could make a father treat his daughter this way. Okay, technically she wasn’t his daughter. If she was anyone’s daughter, she supposed she would be Buffy’s considering she was made out of the Slayer.
Still, Hank was unaware of that fact. For all he knew, he was her father. So why did he send her here? How could he be so callous as to take her out of Sunnydale and away from what was left of her family? Why did he stay out of the country so much? Why was he obsessed with his latest secretary?
And why was he not mourning Buffy’s passing like the great loss it is? How could he be so unmoved by the absence of one of the greatest Slayers who ever lived? One of the kindest, most generous, and sacrificing persons there was?
Buffy gave her life for Dawn, for the world really. She had made so many sacrifices for the world, thinking more of the consequences than her own wants. Buffy was a real hero. It was beyond her how Hank could not see the kind of person Buffy was and not miss her, not grieve for her.
Dawn got up from the bed and moved over to her bags sitting on the floor near the dresser. She needed to unpack. She stuffed most of the clothes in the dresser and hung the rest up in the closet. Her diary she stuck in the drawer of the nightstand along with Mr. Pointy, a couple crosses, and a bottle of holy water. Her jewelry box and photo albums she laid on the dresser, and she taped a few of her favorite photos around the mirror. Two pictures in their frames had place of honor on her nightstand. One of Spike she had managed to take before he could stop her, and the other of Dawn, her mom, and Buffy. She brushed away a couple of tears that stubbornly fell despite her efforts and continued unpacking.
The suddenness of her uprooting by Hank hadn’t allowed her to take much. The basic spell books and items for spell casting Willow had given her in case of an emergency, she hid in the closet along with the sword and extra stakes Xander had made sure she took with her. Dawn didn’t know that many spells, she had never needed to with Willow or Tara around, but Willow had made sure she knew how to cast an uninvite spell and a few other important spells in case she ever needed to cast them on her own. The cds of what Spike liked to call real music as well as the couple Giles had given her in self defense were taken out along with the usual cds she preferred, which offended both of them mightily, as well as her cd player. She laughed softly in remembrance at the times she had made them both wince and mutter about her deplorable taste in music. Mr. Gordo took the place of honor on her bed and Dawn was done.
Just in time. A knock at the door heralded the arrival of someone.
Probably checking up on her, Dawn thought, irritated. She may have been watering like a leaky faucet lately but she didn’t need to be watched all the time as if she might lose it. She fought down the annoyance. The fact that she wouldn’t have been annoyed about it if she was back home and it was one of the Scoobies was beside the point. The people in Sunnydale were family and for all their ties these people weren’t. She didn’t think she could bear too much more of everyone’s careful sympathy. It grated on her but she couldn’t show it. The rational part of her mind pointed out that they didn’t deserve it and Dawn reluctantly chose to listen to it this time. She sighed then walked over and opened the door. It was Isabel.
She smiled tentatively. “I thought I heard you moving around in there.” She stepped inside the room and looked around at the items Dawn had taken out. “Wow, there’s not much here.”
“Yeah, I didn’t get to take much what with being abruptly loaded onto the plane,” Dawn said with a bitter tone despite her efforts to keep it out of her voice. One more time she reminded herself that Isabel had nothing to do with this.
“Oh.” Isabel seemed at a loss for words to respond to that so she ignored it and moved over to look at the photos Dawn had taped up. Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara, Giles, Spike, Oz, and Angel were all there in various photos. She looked back at Dawn and asked with a curious expression, “I recognize Buffy, and Willow and Xander, but who are the rest of them?”
Dawn moved up next to her and pointed to a photo of Xander and Anya sitting on the couch in the Summers’s living room. Xander was grinning goofily at Anya and she was smiling brightly back. “That’s Xander’s girlfriend Anya. She’s part owner of the Magic Box with Giles.” Dawn gestured to a photo of Giles at the coffeehouse on stage playing his guitar. “That’s Giles, he used to be a librarian at Sunnydale High before it was blown up.” At Isabel’s look of surprise she gave the standard answer, “Gas leak,” and moved on before Isabel could ask too many questions about why she had a photo of the old high school librarian in a prominent spot. She pointed to a photo of Willow and Tara in the Magic Box. They were sitting at the table with books spread out before them. Willow was talking excitedly and waving her hands while Tara gazed at her with a shy smile and love in her eyes. “You know Willow already, well that’s her and her girlfriend Tara.”
“Girlfriend?” Isabel asked shocked. “As in…?” she trailed off.
Dawn gleefully confirmed, “Yep, girlfriend. Willow’s a lesbian.” She relished saying the last word knowing how uncomfortable Isabel looked. She had definitely been hanging around Spike enough to have his influence rub off on her. She pretended to think over her words before saying casually, “Or maybe bisexual.” She showed Isabel the photo of Oz up onstage at the Bronze. “That’s her old boyfriend Oz. She was very into him.” Dawn smirked and confided, “She was late to her graduation because they were doing the nasty at the time.” And that was probably Anya’s influence. Lord knows sex had never been a major part of her vocabulary until Anya had started hanging around.
“Oh,” Isabel said faintly. She indicated the photo of Spike, eager to change the focus of the conversation. “Who’s that?”
“That’s Spike,” Dawn readily answered. “He’s,” she cast about for words to describe his place in the group and finally settled on simply saying, “family. Very special to me.”
Isabel glanced again at the picture thinking he looked like the most unlikely person she could imagine Dawn claiming as family. But then all of the people in the photos didn’t really seem to blend well at first glance. A more unlikely group of friends she couldn’t imagine unless you were talking about her own. If someone had told her a year ago that she would count Liz Parker, Maria, and Alex as her friends, well she wouldn’t have believed them. She’d have laughed herself silly before suggesting a psych ward, but here she was, and there they were being counted as her friends. She motioned to the last picture of a brooding, dark haired guy in a leather coat standing with his arms around a younger Buffy who was leaning back against him with a content smile on her face. “Who’s that?”
“That’s Angel,” Dawn said shortly. “He lives in LA now.” She pointedly glanced away from the photos as if the subject was closed and looked at Isabel as she asked bluntly, “So what did you come in here for? Was there something you wanted?”
Isabel was momentarily taken aback at the abrupt change of subject. Clearly Angel and the rest of her friends was a subject she didn’t want to talk about. Dawn had barely given any information on them at all besides their names, and as one who had lived her whole life keeping secrets, that roused Isabel’s curiosity. What secrets could Dawn be keeping, and how were these people involved? Because they clearly were if Dawn was that reluctant to speak about them. Isabel had been worried about Dawn finding out her secret, never imagining that Dawn had secrets of her own. She had a feeling they were definitely important. It could be something Isabel should know about, because one thing was for sure. There wasn’t a secret in Roswell that wasn’t somehow related to aliens. This was worth looking into. But not right now. Isabel remembered her original purpose before she was sidetracked. “I came to see if you’d like to go to the Crashdown with me and Max. You could meet my friends,” she offered.
“What’s the Crashdown?” Dawn asked.
“It’s a restaurant in town owned by the Parkers. Their daughter Liz is one of our friends, actually. Max practically lives there,” she said and rolled her eyes.
Dawn laughed at the thought of Max camping out at the restaurant to see Liz. Why was it she always ended up knowing guys like that? First Angel and Spike had done that for Buffy. Oz had always said he goes wherever Willow is when they had dated and now Max was apparently the same for this Liz. “Sure. Sounds like fun.” She grabbed her purse. Her dad had given her plenty of money before she got on the plane, to buy her off and soothe his guilty conscience for what he had done, she supposed. In either case she easily had enough to buy something to eat.
She followed Isabel out of her bedroom and closed the door behind her. They met up with Max out in the living room practically vibrating with eagerness. “Took you long enough,” he said to Isabel.
“Get a grip, Max,” Isabel replied on her way outside.
“Eager huh?” Dawn smirked as she passed Max.
His eyes widened as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. “What have you been telling her, Isabel?” He demanded in a raised voice as he made his way to the jeep.
Isabel gazed at Max from the other side of the jeep. “Oh, not much.” She smiled with false innocence at him. “Really.” She glanced at Dawn and shared a wicked smile.
Max’s alarmed gaze swung to Dawn who was now sitting in the back seat. Dawn nodded in agreement. “Just tidbits really,” she offered offhandedly in a tone that was meant to be reassuring, but really wasn’t at all. It had only been the one comment, but Dawn wasn’t gong to enlighten him about that.
“Relax, Max,” Isabel chided him from the front seat. “And get in the car, you’re going to make us late.”
“I’m going to make us late?” he asked disbelievingly. “You were the one taking so long.” He shook his head, seeing he wasn’t going to win this one. “Never mind.” He got in the jeep and grumpily swung the door shut. “Me late,” he muttered as he started the jeep.
Isabel and Dawn shared pleased grins. Isabel always loved ruffling her brother’s feathers every now and then and this sort of behavior came to Dawn naturally. It was one of the things she and Spike had in common and another reason they got along so well.
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The Crashdown, Dawn discovered, was everything its name suggested. Being a restaurant located in Roswell, it had taken the alien theme and run with it. The waitresses wore antenna on their heads and silver aprons with alien faces on them. The decorations fairly shouted extraterrestrial obsession.
Dawn thought it was cool. It made her wonder what a restaurant in Sunnydale would look like if one of them had ever used the theme of the Hellmouth in their decorating scheme. Most likely strange, knowing how things tended to turn out on the Hellmouth. It had definitely cornered the market on wacky and bizarre occurrences.
She followed Isabel and Max to a booth. Isabel slid in first and Dawn sat on the end while Max sat down across from them. A brunette waitress soon showed up. “Hey, Isabel,” she greeted her cheerily before turning to Max. “Hey, Max,” she said quietly.
“Hi, Liz,” he returned just as quietly.
So this was Liz Parker, Dawn thought. Max and Liz became lost in each other’s stares while Isabel watched in exasperation and Dawn watched in fascination. It was like the Buffy and Angel show without the supernatural element. Soul mates, Dawn recognized. Even when you were apart and tried to move on, there would always be something tying you together. It was that way with Buffy and Angel and probably would be with these two.
Knowing how the Buffy and Angel relationship turned out though, Dawn wondered cynically what would break these two up. Soul mates never seemed to manage to stay together. Look at Lancelot and Guinevere, Romeo and Juliet, Lily and James, Buffy and Spike…Well truthfully, Spike was more in love with Buffy than she had ever been with him. Dawn had seen some potential there though even if Buffy had never admitted to it. History and the movies were riddled with thousands of examples of star-crossed lovers who just wouldn’t make it in the end. It was enough to make you wonder if soul mates were really all that they were made out to be, if they should have even gotten together in the first place.
Dawn had often wanted Buffy to really move on. She had even started to hope that someday Buffy and Spike would be an item. That whole will be done incident had seemed to go a bit farther than the spell seemed to call for in Dawn’s opinion. Spike was a much better choice than any Buffy had come up with on her own that year. Please, Parker and Riley? She was really scraping the bottom of the barrel there. Of course, the potential of Buffy and Spike had never come to be. Buffy had died, and now Spike would never have the chance to get Buffy to fall in love with him. Love wasn’t the only thing Buffy was missing out on.
There were thousands of things Buffy had never done and now never would because of her calling. Stupid Powers That Be. Dawn would love to give them an earful on what she thought of the way they treated their Champions. Not enough that Champions had to be the ones to deal with everyone’s nightmares. No, they had to give up their dreams, their social lives, their innocence, and the belief in good always triumphing over evil. After all that, what do they get for it? For their sacrifices and dedication to saving the world? Nothing, that’s what. No reward just lives cut too short and a painful death.
It wasn’t just the Champions’ lives the PTB’s played havoc with either. Look at everything that had happened to Xander and Willow since the moment they had become friends with Buffy. There was the loss of Jesse, numerous injuries, and terrifying experiences. And just look at what Glory had done to Tara since she joined their group.
Giles certainly wasn’t immune either. He wasn’t exactly a Champion in the sense that Buffy was, but his destiny was unmistakably intertwined with hers. The Powers hadn’t treated him kindly at all. He had lost his post with the Watcher’s Council, though Giles would be the first to tell you he didn’t miss it, Jenny, who Dawn knew he did miss, been tortured by Angelus, concussed countless times, and had given up pieces of himself to his calling that he would never get back.
Dawn knew that he was the one who had killed Ben to finally destroy Glory and her hold on this dimension completely. No matter that it had to be done, something like that inevitably and irrevocably changed you. It was a hard thing to reconcile with your self, the taking of a human life. Especially when your existence was devoted to saving human lives, not taking them. Lord knows Buffy had never been the same after she had sent Angel to hell.
Giles fought for the greater good, but like Buffy didn’t gain a thing for it. The one person he had managed to hold onto, the one person who shared an extraordinary bond with him that was closer and deeper than any other Watcher and Slayer had ever had, was dead now and Giles would never be the same again without his Slayer. None of them would be.
Knowing from Isabel’s clear distaste for the Max and Liz relationship and the way they acted she wouldn’t agree with her, Dawn still hoped things would work out for Max and Liz. She hoped that just once, the universe wouldn’t go out of its way to destroy love in any form. Whether it was the love two people shared, the love of family, the bond of love between friends, or that deep connection between a Watcher and Slayer that just seemed to transcend definition. With the way Dawn’s life had been going lately she just wanted one thing, one thing she could point to and say, ‘See, sometimes things do work out. Sometimes, something good lasts and everything turns out all right.’ Just one thing that Dawn could believe in, one thing she could hope for and not be disappointed in. That’s all she wanted, or she wasn’t sure she could believe in anything ever again. Just a reason to keep on fighting the good fight and save the world; that’s all she needed.
Isabel’s pointed cough interrupted the silence and broke the stare between Liz and Max. Liz took a step back and blushed as she rummaged through her apron for her order pad and pen. Max ducked his gaze sheepishly and reached for a menu.
Isabel rolled her eyes in disgust.
As if he hadn’t been in here often enough to have memorized the menu, she thought.
Dawn just smiled, amused. Max took his gaze off the menu for a moment and shifted uncomfortably when he noticed Dawn’s laughing eyes.
“So, um, what will it be?” Liz asked, determined to ignore her embarrassment as if the whole incident had never happened.
She was not flustered. She looked down at her pad in preparation to taking their order and was mortified to realize she was holding it upside down. She discreetly tried to right it and ignored Isabel’s snort.
Dawn pretended not to notice.
Liz looked back at Max. He was definitely amused, but when he looked at her with that warm look in his eyes and that affectionate smile, she didn’t care.
“I’ll just have the usual,” Max said.
“Right.” Liz wrote on the pad. “The usual for Mr. Predictable,” she teased. “And you, Isabel?” She turned to Isabel and finally noticed that there was a third person at the table and for once it wasn’t Michael.
“Just a shake, Liz,” Isabel replied. She gestured to her right. “I’d like you to meet Dawn Summers. She’s our cousin and from California. She’ll be living with us from now on.”
Liz looked obviously curious and surprised at this news. She willed herself not to cast a worried glance at Max.
Why was Dawn here, and how on earth were they going to keep her from getting suspicious and finding out just what Max and Isabel were? She pushed those thoughts down and smiled at Dawn. “Hi Dawn, it’s nice to meet you. There’s not exactly much to Roswell, but I hope that won’t influence your opinion. What there is in it tends to rely heavily on an alien influence.” She smiled ruefully at the decorations in the restaurant and very casually said, “It’s sort of ridiculous, but the tourists like it.”
Dawn waved off Liz’s words. “I just got here today and so far this is the only place I’ve seen. But, it’s cool.” She glanced appreciatively around the restaurant. “It’s definitely interesting. I like it. Besides, you never know. There are all kinds of things in this world that can’t be easily explained away,” she said, thinking of her experiences living on the Hellmouth. “It wouldn’t surprise me a bit to know that aliens do exist.”
“Oh.” Liz laughed nervously. “I guess. Science can’t really dismiss the odds in favor of the possibility for aliens existing elsewhere in the universe. The statistical probabilities alone…” She trailed off uncomfortably.
Isabel swiftly rushed in to save her. “Well, until I see a little gray alien and he lets me drive his spaceship, I’m not going to believe that there is life on another planet somewhere out there. If there was, don’t you thinking they’d have shown up by now? Done something to announce their presence? It’s only gullible tourists and paranoid conspiracy nuts willing to shell out their money at the UFO museum that believe in that ridiculous stuff,” she stated emphatically as she waved her hand at a nearby grainy photo of a UFO hanging on the wall.
Dawn looked a bit taken aback by this passionate denial.
“Bad experience with a tourist once,” Max offered in explanation.
Isabel seized on that explanation with visible relief. “They’re all nuts! And we’ll never speak of that experience again.”
Especially since it never happened, Isabel thought.
Dawn changed the subject. “So you guys have a UFO museum? Have you ever been in there?” She glanced around the table at everyone.
“Not often,” Isabel said. “It’s pretty lame. I could never be caught in there.”
Max let out a fake gasp of horror. “Yeah, all the cool kids would never speak to you again. The shame!”
“Oh shut up, Max. It’s bad enough you work there. Do you know how that reflects on me?”
“Nope.” Max gave Isabel a big toothy grin. “I don’t care either.”
Dawn laughed.
This was nice, she thought as she listened to Isabel talk about the only spots in Roswell worthy to be in with Max and Liz occasionally chiming in with a comment or two. It was good to be out of the house. People in Roswell were a little weird though. She had noticed how tense all three of them were when they were talking about the existence of aliens. She had no idea why that topic seemed to make them all uncomfortable. It was probably just that bad experience Max and Isabel had briefly referred to.
Now that the subject had changed everyone was relaxed and acting like typical teenagers. Dawn sat back with a happy sigh. Being a normal teenager wasn’t something she’d ever had experience in and she was going to enjoy it for once.
Liz caught her eye during a lull in the conversation. “So, anything I can get you?”
Dawn glanced at the menu Max had laid on the table forgotten and quickly chose something. For the first time in a long while Dawn felt hungry and she planned to order the biggest burger and fries combo on the menu she could find. She was delighted to find that the alien theme continued with alien related names for all the food. This whole thing the restaurant had going on was just cheesy enough to be cool in her mind.
She enthusiastically named her choice and Liz wrote it down before walking off to put in their order.
With Liz gone, the talk turned to good places for a date. Isabel gave a critique of each of them based on the Liz-o-meter despite Max’s embarrassment. The Liz-o-meter was based on whether or not Max would like to take Liz there. The more likely Max would be to take her there, the more you should at all costs avoid the place Isabel informed her.
Dawn listened to Max and Isabel with an air of melancholy. She had once done that. Just ragged on Buffy for anything she could think of, enjoying the reaction she invariably got. That was part of what was so fun about it. Buffy’s reaction was always real whether she laughed it off or got aggravated. The longer Buffy had been a Slayer, Dawn had noticed the less she showed any real emotion. It was more like she displayed what she thought was expected of her, not what she really felt. She knew it was why Spike had loved to rile her up too.
Sometimes, when Buffy was in a good mood she gave back as good as she got. Even going so far as to unfairly use her Slayer abilities to wrestle Dawn to the floor and tickle her into submission on rare occasions, while she insulted everything from Dawn’s hair to her goofy laugh until Dawn swore up and down between giggles that she hadn’t meant what she said. And when Buffy let her go, Dawn would always say she had actually meant to say something much worse before she ran off in a fit of fake terror and exhilaration. Then the chase would be on.
God, she missed that. She really missed Buffy. She would give anything to have Buffy back and insulting her while she tickled Dawn until she wanted to pee her pants.
Her throat grew tight as she fought back tears. She turned away pretending to gaze at the pictures on the wall and hurriedly brushed away a couple that stubbornly fell anyway. She would not cry. Not here, not now.
It was with relief that she greeted Liz’s return with the drinks. She needed a distraction, any distraction to keep her from breaking down and wailing with grief.
“Alright, here we go. Two cherry cokes and one Sprite.” Liz passed out the drinks and straws.
Dawn gave rather more attention than the task deserved to removing the wrapper from her straw. The carbonation and syrupy sweet taste of the Sprite almost seemed to burn her throat the second it made contact. She welcomed it as she fought to regain control over her emotions.
“Hey, what about me?” a voice interrupted. “I need an orange soda on the rocks and I need it bad after dealing with him all day.”
“Alex!” Liz turned to the newcomer with a smile.
Dawn welcomed the distraction of new arrivals and inspected the newcomer. Alex, as she had heard Liz call the speaker was standing there with a grin that reminded her of Xander, black baggy jeans, and a vertical striped t-shirt. Next to him was another boy who was rolling his eyes at Alex and wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. He had spiky hair and a disgusted expression. He stepped around Alex and Liz to slide into the booth next to Max and directly across from Dawn. “Put me down for a drink too, Liz. Alex was no picnic either, but you don’t see me complaining.”
Alex turned to him with an affronted expression. “Hey mister, you’re the one who asked for my help.”
Dawn turned back to the spiky-haired boy to see him smile smugly and say, “And you’re also the one who gave it, so stop complaining.”
Alex closed his mouth, opened it again, and closed it once more when he couldn’t think of anything to say. He grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it over to the booth. He dropped down with a snort and a muttered comment under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Grouchy bastard with a point. Stupid logic.”
Liz, Dawn, and Max laughed while Isabel hid a small smile.
“So, who’s she and why is she here?” The spiky haired boy said impatiently with a glare and pointed finger in Dawn’s direction.
Dawn matched him glare for glare.
How rude, she thought. “I didn’t hear any introductions on your part either, Mr. Congeniality,” she said pointedly as she sat back and folded her arms.
“Michael,” he said shortly and raised a brow challengingly.
“Dawn,” she answered back just as concisely and raised a brow of her own.
“Hmph,” he snorted.
“Nice to meet you too,” Dawn said dryly.
This was sort of fun.
“Michael,” Isabel hissed across the table. “Be nice, this is our cousin from California. She’ll be living with us from now on.”
He directed an intent stare at Dawn and just asked one question, “Why?”
“Why should you be nice?” Dawn repeated. “Cause it’s the civilized thing to do,” she said, channeling her inner Cordelia. “As for why I’m here, it’s family reasons and that’s all you need to know about it.”
“Hmph,” he said again.
Liz decided to change the subject, or rather bring it back to the previous one. “So Alex, what exactly were you and Michael doing all day?”
“Oh, I was just helping him research-“ he stopped abruptly at a glare from Michael and gave a nervous cough. “That thing,” he finished awkwardly.
Dawn glanced with interest between Alex and Michael. She was dying of curiosity to know what they were talking about. However, it didn’t look as if she’d find out today. Michael looked particularly closemouthed on the subject, not that he had seemed like a babbler up till now anyway. It didn’t look as if Alex was eager to spill his guts with Michael sitting there, either. Well, that was all right. Dawn could wait. She had her ways of getting information.
“Oh, right,” Liz stretched out the words. “That thing. With Michael.” She thought for a few seconds. “Not that thing from a few days ago?” She asked, thinking of the key Michael had stolen from Valenti’s office.
Isabel and Michael both turned intent stares on Michael wondering the same thing.
“Yes. That thing,” Michael answered. “It’s important that we find out all we can and you know it,” he said pointedly to Max and Isabel.”
“Michael!” Isabel’s voice rose in protest. “We agreed not to.”
Dawn glanced from Isabel’s worried face to Michael’s stubborn one. This was getting more interesting by the minute. Noticing her interest, Max said, “Why don’t we drop this for now.” He glanced between his sister and Michael. “We’ll talk about this later.”
Isabel started to protest.
“Isabel, we’ll talk about it later,” Max repeated. He glanced at Dawn to remind her to watch what she said. He then spoke to Alex, “You need to come too.”
“Sure Max,” Alex agreed, understanding that they would want to know what he and Michael had found out.
The subject was dropped and talk turned to school, the other students, the teachers, and Alex’s band The Whits, but Dawn hadn’t forgotten about it. This was definitely worth finding out about, Dawn thought. It had shades of mystery written all over it and Dawn wasn’t the Sunnydale gang’s Scrappy Doo for nothing.
End Part 2
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