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Working Toward Something
0 reviewsConnor (as he will now be known in text) and Dawn slowly begin to realize just where their friendship is going.
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Never Will You Be Alone
Chapter Seven-Working Toward Something
Connor lay awake as the first rays of sunlight peaked through the window. His thoughts were running rapid. All of those thoughts were revolving around the dream he'd had about the woman laying next to him.
He had seen the train. He had seen her laying on the tracks. He had seen her sister, he assumed, racing against the train to save her. He had seen her bleeding wrists as she questioned if her blood was real, if she was real. He had seen the knife bit down her side from her ribs to her hip. He had heard her muffled cry at the pain. He had seen the sadness in her eyes as she tipped over the edge of the platform.
Those images had made his arm tighten around her waist and cling to her as if she were his only lifeline. The feelings of dread, pain, and fear had left him reeling.
'What do I feel for you?' He asked himself as he stared down at her sleeping face. 'I've never felt positive emotions like happiness, like, or even love of any kind.' His heart picked up as she snuggled deeper into his body. Their bodies fit perfectly, almost as if they were made for one another. 'No one else will do..' Connor's eyes widened as he realized the truth behind the statment. 'No one else will do.'
His eyes widened slightly as she began to stir, but like the day before, he could not find the will in him to move. Her green eyes stared up at him while he smiled softly down at her.
"Mornin'," he greeted. Dawn smiled up at him from her position. Her head was snuggled between his arm and collar bone. Her arm was around his waist and her leg was wrapped around his. Dawn no longer found it odd how comfortable they were together. She had long ago accepted that it was just another Connor/Stephen thing.
"Good morning," she smiled. She tapped his chest lightly with her fist. "Let me up." He released her instantly and she stood from the bed and stretched before wandering into the bathroom. He sat back and propped up on his elbows.
'Whether I deserve her or not..' He thought, 'I want her. I will have her, if only she will have me. From today forward,' he vowed, 'I'll work toward that goal.'
Never Will You Be Alone
"What do you mean Dawn has chose her champion?" Buffy finally asked from her shock.
"We don't really understand it ourselves," Tara whispered. "It was just what the Oracles told us."
"Well, get 'em back here and tell 'em the Slayer has some questions!" Buffy insisted. Willow smiled at her friend's usual answer.
"It doesn't work like that, Buffy. The Oracles take orders from no one." Willow spoke powerfully. "It would be very dumb to try." Buffy opened her mouth to protest, but Spike cut off whatever she was going to say.
"Look, Slayer, I know you don't like it, but that's the way it is. If Nibblet has chosen her champion, whomever he is, there is nothing we can do about it."
"How do you know it's a he?" Buffy asked. Spike rose his eyebrows.
"Can just feel it." Spike answered, attempting to look unconcerned. He refused to admit that, like the witches, he had felt something when Dawn had chosen. A small shifting in the ground underneath his feet. Little did he know that miles away Angel was sitting up in his bed wondering just why the Oracles had whispered of his son.
"She will be his anchor. But you, his father, will be his guide." Angel didn't understand how he could be his son's guide if he were not here for him to give advice too. Holtz last vow still circled in his brain.
"He will have nothing to do with you!" The vile man had vowed before he raced into the dark portal. Angel snorted now.
'How will I guide him, if he hates me?'
Never Will You Be Alone
"We're going outside the marketplace after breakfast," Connor announced. Dawn glanced over at him as she fastened her sword to her hip. He motioned toward it. "You'll have to learn to use that and I don't believe the market's demons would like us tearing up their hard work no matter how much they like you." Dawn giggled lightly.
"Alright," Dawn consented. 'After all, I would follow you anywhere..' Her eyes widened slightly at her thought process. 'I really, really would...' She realized.
"Coming?" Connor asked as he held the door open.
"Oh! Yeah, sorry!" Dawn hurried after him.
Chapter Seven-Working Toward Something
Connor lay awake as the first rays of sunlight peaked through the window. His thoughts were running rapid. All of those thoughts were revolving around the dream he'd had about the woman laying next to him.
He had seen the train. He had seen her laying on the tracks. He had seen her sister, he assumed, racing against the train to save her. He had seen her bleeding wrists as she questioned if her blood was real, if she was real. He had seen the knife bit down her side from her ribs to her hip. He had heard her muffled cry at the pain. He had seen the sadness in her eyes as she tipped over the edge of the platform.
Those images had made his arm tighten around her waist and cling to her as if she were his only lifeline. The feelings of dread, pain, and fear had left him reeling.
'What do I feel for you?' He asked himself as he stared down at her sleeping face. 'I've never felt positive emotions like happiness, like, or even love of any kind.' His heart picked up as she snuggled deeper into his body. Their bodies fit perfectly, almost as if they were made for one another. 'No one else will do..' Connor's eyes widened as he realized the truth behind the statment. 'No one else will do.'
His eyes widened slightly as she began to stir, but like the day before, he could not find the will in him to move. Her green eyes stared up at him while he smiled softly down at her.
"Mornin'," he greeted. Dawn smiled up at him from her position. Her head was snuggled between his arm and collar bone. Her arm was around his waist and her leg was wrapped around his. Dawn no longer found it odd how comfortable they were together. She had long ago accepted that it was just another Connor/Stephen thing.
"Good morning," she smiled. She tapped his chest lightly with her fist. "Let me up." He released her instantly and she stood from the bed and stretched before wandering into the bathroom. He sat back and propped up on his elbows.
'Whether I deserve her or not..' He thought, 'I want her. I will have her, if only she will have me. From today forward,' he vowed, 'I'll work toward that goal.'
Never Will You Be Alone
"What do you mean Dawn has chose her champion?" Buffy finally asked from her shock.
"We don't really understand it ourselves," Tara whispered. "It was just what the Oracles told us."
"Well, get 'em back here and tell 'em the Slayer has some questions!" Buffy insisted. Willow smiled at her friend's usual answer.
"It doesn't work like that, Buffy. The Oracles take orders from no one." Willow spoke powerfully. "It would be very dumb to try." Buffy opened her mouth to protest, but Spike cut off whatever she was going to say.
"Look, Slayer, I know you don't like it, but that's the way it is. If Nibblet has chosen her champion, whomever he is, there is nothing we can do about it."
"How do you know it's a he?" Buffy asked. Spike rose his eyebrows.
"Can just feel it." Spike answered, attempting to look unconcerned. He refused to admit that, like the witches, he had felt something when Dawn had chosen. A small shifting in the ground underneath his feet. Little did he know that miles away Angel was sitting up in his bed wondering just why the Oracles had whispered of his son.
"She will be his anchor. But you, his father, will be his guide." Angel didn't understand how he could be his son's guide if he were not here for him to give advice too. Holtz last vow still circled in his brain.
"He will have nothing to do with you!" The vile man had vowed before he raced into the dark portal. Angel snorted now.
'How will I guide him, if he hates me?'
Never Will You Be Alone
"We're going outside the marketplace after breakfast," Connor announced. Dawn glanced over at him as she fastened her sword to her hip. He motioned toward it. "You'll have to learn to use that and I don't believe the market's demons would like us tearing up their hard work no matter how much they like you." Dawn giggled lightly.
"Alright," Dawn consented. 'After all, I would follow you anywhere..' Her eyes widened slightly at her thought process. 'I really, really would...' She realized.
"Coming?" Connor asked as he held the door open.
"Oh! Yeah, sorry!" Dawn hurried after him.
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