Needed, One Heroine
Dawn sat in the backseat of Xander’s four-door sedan, with Xander and Buffy in the front seats. Xander was driving Buffy and Dawn to school.
“Could you die?” Dawn asked, “Cause, seriously, speaking for everybody who are me in the car right now, we’re very excited.”
“Well, I’m glad for all of you then,” Buffy replied
“I mean, it’s just so cool. You’re coming to school with me. You’ll be, like, there the whole time,” Dawn paused, “You understand you cannot talk to me, look at me, or hang out with any of my friends, right?”
“Look, I doubt we’ll be seeing each other, assuming I even half-understand my fuzzy job description.”
“It’s not fuzzy. You’re, what, dealing with troubled kids?” Dawn said.
“At a spanking new Hellmouth High. Please,” Xander said, “Outside of drugs and violence and the unwanted pregnancy, and, uh, unleashing of hordes of Armageddon that comes pouring out of the school’s foundation every now and then, what trouble could these kids have?”
“Guess I’ll find out,” Buffy replied.
“Those kids are damn lucky having a slayer and a friend on campus there for ‘em. I hope they appreciate it. I know I did.” Xander paused, “Days gone by, huh?”
“I thought you hated Sunnydale,” Dawn said.
“Yes, and no, with an emphasis on the yes. But, at least then I was dating.”
“You could be dating now,” Buffy pointed out.
“Yeah. Um, I don’t know what’s not clicking for me right now.”
“Well, there’s that thing with Anya,” Buffy said.
“That leaving her at the altar thing?” Xander asked.
“Yeah, that one. That’s not something you bounce right back from.”
“Sure it is. She bounced back to being a vengeance demon, and I bounced back to being a dateless nerd.”
“Do you guys talk at all?” Dawn asked.
“I’ve seen her at the Bronze a couple of times. I guess there’s a lot of scorned women there, making vengeance wishes on their exes.”
Buffy put on a southern accent, “I know that’s where I go to get my scorn on.”
“You guys need to really to ease up with the whole dating demons thing,” Dawn said.
“Uh, hello, I’m sorry. Wasn’t that you having the smooch-a-thon with teen vampire last Halloween?” Buffy asked.
“See, this is why I don’t want you talking to my friends,” Dawn paused slightly, then sighed, “Oh.”
Dawn stood in the living room, she glanced around and saw Xander and another girl… Nancy, standing there too. Buffy come into the room, giving orders as she did.
“OK, we’re gonna split,” Buffy said putting on her jacket, “Two pairs. Whatever this creature is, it’s burrowing through solid ground. That means a strength and power that we don’t usually deal with, but we may have to get used to now that the Hellmouth is getting all perky.”
Buffy walked over and opened the weapons chest.
Nancy leaned over and whispered to Xander, “Shouldn’t we call the police, or something?”
“And tell them…?” Xander asked.
“I’ll stop interrupting.”
“Xander, take Nancy home. Drive, don’t walk, and try not to stop ’til you get there,” Buffy ordered.
“Is your girlfriend always this… commanding?” Nancy asked Xander.
“Who? Buffy? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. See, uh, I mean, she’s a girl, and she’s a friend, but she’s not my girlfriend.”
“Xander…” Dawn warned.
Xander turned to face Dawn. She gestured casually, brushing a finger on the side of her mouth.
“…a little drool.”
He turned back to face Nancy and smiled with a nervous laugh.
Buffy was holding a large dagger and a flashlight, “Spike and I will check out the scene.”
“OK, in the biggest way, I am not loving this plan,” Xander said, then he turned to Buffy, “I am not loving Spike,” he dropped his voice, “He tried to rape you.”
“And he failed. I know I can take him. Xander, take Nancy home. Spike and I will patrol,” Buffy pointed out.
“I’m command central,” Dawn declared, “so everybody check in with me. OK, I’ll be here doing my homework, but the other one sounded cooler.”
“Be safe,” Buffy said to Dawn, before turning to Spike, “Let’s go.”
Buffy left the room and Spike started to follow as he did he passed Dawn, who spoke to him with a seriously cold glare.
“Spike. You sleep, right? You. Vampires. You sleep.”
“Yeah. What’s your point, niblet?” Spike asked her.
“Well, I can’t take you in a fight or anything, even with a chip in your head. But you do sleep. If you hurt my sister at all… touch her… you’re gonna wake up on fire,” she threatened.
Dawn was sitting at the table working on her homework when there was a knock at the door.
She glanced at the time, “Who could that be?” she asked herself.
“Dawn, it’s me,” came Spike’s voice, “let me in!”
“Spike?” Dawn got up and moved towards the door, “Where’s Buffy?”
“What? Buffy?” Spike sounded confused, “Look luv, just let me in.”
Dawn reached the door and looked through the small windows in it, and standing there on the other side was Spike, but there was something different about him, not to mention he had a young girl in his arms.
Dawn opened the door, “Spike? Who…?”
Spike brushed past her and headed into the living room, he laid the girl on the couch.
“Mommy?” the girl asked sleepily.
“It’s okay Dru, just go to sleep,” Spike said as he stroked her arm gently.
“Spike, who is she?” Dawn asked from the doorway.
“Our… As in you and me? Our daughter? But we’ve never… Eww,” Dawn said with emotion.
“No, we haven’t, not yet.”
“It’s a long story.”
“Then make it short,” Dawn demanded.
“You are essentially immortal, in the future we are together, and Dru is our daughter.”
“No, that… That’s not possible,” Dawn said in a weak voice.
“Dawn? Are you okay?” Spike asked as he moved towards her.
“Stay away from me!” Dawn cried as she backed away from him.
As she did she didn’t notice the person standing in the doorway.
Dawn kept backing away from Spike, moving further into the dining room, Spike kept advancing on her.
“Dawn what’s wrong?”
“This can’t be happening… This can’t be… This…” Dawn said sounding more and more panicky.
Suddenly she collapsed to the floor.
Spike rushed to her side, “Dawn!”