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[Challenge #310] New Normal — BtVS / Spike, Dawn
Title: New Normal
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Spike, Dawn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Notes: Set between S5 and S6
Summary: Spike and Dawn make pancakes; sequel to drabble #30 “Teaming Up”
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #310 - Capacity
Crossposted: My journal
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“What’s the verdict, Bit? We did it?” asked Spike while Dawn munched eagerly on her pancake.
“There’s room for improvement, but we’re off to a good start,” she said, picking up another forkful.
“Look at that, you’re eating without complaining about it. I must be dreaming,” he said jokingly.
Dawn swallowed her food and smiled meekly. “Sorry. I know I’ve been difficult.”
“Reckon you have a right to be; you’ve had a rough year. Besides, I’ve handled much worse than a contentious teen. I’m not easily scared off.”
“I’m… still sorry for giving you a hard time.”
“No need, Bit.”
“Yes, there is. ’Cause… sometimes I feel like you’re the only one who truly gets what I’m going through.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is,” she insisted. “The Scoobies and Giles… they all loved Buffy too, but it’s not the same.”
“Speaking of that crack team, why are they keeping the sodding robot around?”
“Well, Buffy was my legal guardian. If the social workers find out that she’s gone, they might take me away,” she said, her eyes welling up. “And I don’t want to live with my dad and his secretary! He didn’t even bother to call when mom died!”
“Wanker,” he commented. “Okay, I get they need a cover-up for your good. But do they need to keep it around so often?”
Dawn winced. “The software needs to be reprogrammed if we want the robot to be believable in her capacity as my sister. And Willow can’t figure out what to change unless the robot is functioning.”
“That’s gonna take her forever,” he mumbled. “I don’t recall many sisterly or housekeeping abilities in its set of skills.”
“Yeah. Yesterday she mentioned a quite inappropriate use for a spatula.”
“Bollocks… sorry, Bit.”
She took his hand. “I know you are.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Spike, Dawn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Notes: Set between S5 and S6
Summary: Spike and Dawn make pancakes; sequel to drabble #30 “Teaming Up”
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #310 - Capacity
Crossposted: My journal
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“What’s the verdict, Bit? We did it?” asked Spike while Dawn munched eagerly on her pancake.
“There’s room for improvement, but we’re off to a good start,” she said, picking up another forkful.
“Look at that, you’re eating without complaining about it. I must be dreaming,” he said jokingly.
Dawn swallowed her food and smiled meekly. “Sorry. I know I’ve been difficult.”
“Reckon you have a right to be; you’ve had a rough year. Besides, I’ve handled much worse than a contentious teen. I’m not easily scared off.”
“I’m… still sorry for giving you a hard time.”
“No need, Bit.”
“Yes, there is. ’Cause… sometimes I feel like you’re the only one who truly gets what I’m going through.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is,” she insisted. “The Scoobies and Giles… they all loved Buffy too, but it’s not the same.”
“Speaking of that crack team, why are they keeping the sodding robot around?”
“Well, Buffy was my legal guardian. If the social workers find out that she’s gone, they might take me away,” she said, her eyes welling up. “And I don’t want to live with my dad and his secretary! He didn’t even bother to call when mom died!”
“Wanker,” he commented. “Okay, I get they need a cover-up for your good. But do they need to keep it around so often?”
Dawn winced. “The software needs to be reprogrammed if we want the robot to be believable in her capacity as my sister. And Willow can’t figure out what to change unless the robot is functioning.”
“That’s gonna take her forever,” he mumbled. “I don’t recall many sisterly or housekeeping abilities in its set of skills.”
“Yeah. Yesterday she mentioned a quite inappropriate use for a spatula.”
“Bollocks… sorry, Bit.”
She took his hand. “I know you are.”