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Never Will You Be Alone
Chapter Fifteen-Prophecy
Buffy and Angel's eyes widened slightly as the entered the training room. Each time Connor would strike out, Dawn would avoid it and come back with one of her own that Connor would side step.
"It looks like they're dancing..." Cordelia mumbled as she watched. Buffy couldn't help but agree. It was like looking at the mirrored image of Angel and herself when they would spare. Suddenly, Dawn got a hit.
"Ohh!" Dawn teased as she side stepped a rather close kick. "Come on, baby. Get serious." Buffy raised her eyebrows and looked over at Angel.
"That isn't his serious?" She whispered to him, disbelievingly. As if taking her advice, Connor's strikes started coming faster and Dawn's foot work began to match his as she moved out of his way. Buffy's eyes widened as Connor's fist met the wall behind Dawn and crumbled the plaster easily.
Connor couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him as Dawn kissed his cheek during her last dodge. He yanked his fist from the wall, but wasn't fast enough. He felt Dawn's knee pressing against his spinal cord and her hands in the 'break neck' position.
"Got ya." Dawn whispered against his ear. Connor laughed. Her hands fell from his neck and her leg dropped just as Connor turned around.
"You're getting better." Connor praised. Dawn rolled her eyes and picked up the water bottles Harmony had delivered. She tossed one to Connor and opened her own.
"Please, I can keep up with you when you're in serious mode. It's better than I could do when I first arrived in Quor'Toth!"
"Much better," Connor snorted. Dawn stuck her tongue out and took a big swig of her water while Connor shook his head with a small smile.
"You've been training her." Buffy stated. Connor and Dawn looked over at Buffy's dry statment. She leaned against the archway of the training room while Angel and Cordelia stood beside her. "I'm impressed." Her praise was rewarded by Dawn's smile and Connor's nod. She kicked away from the archway.
Angel recognized this Buffy. It was the no-nonsense Buffy. Dawn and Connor were going to need their help if they were to convince Buffy to let Dawn stay the summer.
"Come on, Dawn, we've got to get back." Buffy's eyes narrowed as Dawn stepped closer to Connor. His reaction only annoyed her more. His arm wrapped around her little sister's shoulders.
"I want to stay the summer." Dawn's tone was firm and contained no hint of nerves. Angel attempted to smother a smile. Judging by Buffy's expression, she wasn't used to this side of Dawn.
"I'm sorry. I made that sound like you had a choice," Buffy growled. Angel and Cordelia tensed at the hard look that washed over Connor's face. The tension in the air reached smothering levels when the Angel was almost knocked over by a panicked Wesley. Angel glared angrily at the ex-Watcher. Wesley, for the first time since he inadverted helped Holtz, paid him no mind.
"I'm sorry, Buffy, but you can't separate them." Buffy turned toward her ex-Watcher. Her own green eyes hard and angry. Wesley didn't even flinch, but hurried to elaborate. "Read this," he demanded, throwing an aged scroll toward Buffy. She caught it easily and opened it. An annoyed huff escaped her lips.
"I can't read a different language, Wesley," she drawled. Dawn rolled her eyes and snatched the parchment from Buffy's hand. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.
"What's it say?" Buffy asked, reading her sister's expression. Fear clouded Dawn's sight for a moment before she shook her hand and began to read.
"On the fortnight of the Destoryer's return, another will rise. The temptation the newer power holds will be too great if stripped of his anchor. The world will fall into destruction as hell splits wide and brings forth the First and his army. With the Destroyer commanding his units, the First will know the ultimate power." Dawn's face was white as she read the next line. Her legs began to shake a small moan tore from her lips. "I'm not ready to be mother!!!"
"What the fuck?! Where does it say that??" Buffy burst. Dawn took an unsteady breathe and read the last.
"The portal to the worlds will give birth to destruction's child. The son will kill the father." Connor's arms tightened around Dawn's waist.
"I really really don't want to be a mother.." Dawn whispered.
"Okay..." Cordelia started. "It's settled then. Dawn's staying."
Buffy stared at the forgein language as the reality of the prophecy slowly sank in. It hinged completely on Dawn. The fate of their world hinged on Dawn, a sixteen year old mystical ball of energy.
Connor was rubbing Dawn's arms. She allowed him to hold her up as she looked to Wesley.
"From what it sounds like," Dawn started, "all of this," she motioned toward the parchment in her hand, "will happen only if Connor and I are separated." Wesley nodded. An idea was forming in Dawn's head. "Angel." The dark vampire looked over at her. "Throw me your lighter." With a small tilt of his head, he did as she asked. Wesley's eyes widened as she clicked the Zippo and set the parchment on fire. Buffy blinked owlishly. Dawn let the burning parchment fall from her hand. "No one will be able to use it against us." Wesley nodded numbly, still unbelieving of what she had done.
"Wesley?" Angel said. The ex-watcher looked over at his grudge holding friend. The vampire's cold eyes bore into his. "Get out of my office." Wesley smothered a sigh, but did as his once-upon-a-time friend asked.
Chapter Fifteen-Prophecy
Buffy and Angel's eyes widened slightly as the entered the training room. Each time Connor would strike out, Dawn would avoid it and come back with one of her own that Connor would side step.
"It looks like they're dancing..." Cordelia mumbled as she watched. Buffy couldn't help but agree. It was like looking at the mirrored image of Angel and herself when they would spare. Suddenly, Dawn got a hit.
"Ohh!" Dawn teased as she side stepped a rather close kick. "Come on, baby. Get serious." Buffy raised her eyebrows and looked over at Angel.
"That isn't his serious?" She whispered to him, disbelievingly. As if taking her advice, Connor's strikes started coming faster and Dawn's foot work began to match his as she moved out of his way. Buffy's eyes widened as Connor's fist met the wall behind Dawn and crumbled the plaster easily.
Connor couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him as Dawn kissed his cheek during her last dodge. He yanked his fist from the wall, but wasn't fast enough. He felt Dawn's knee pressing against his spinal cord and her hands in the 'break neck' position.
"Got ya." Dawn whispered against his ear. Connor laughed. Her hands fell from his neck and her leg dropped just as Connor turned around.
"You're getting better." Connor praised. Dawn rolled her eyes and picked up the water bottles Harmony had delivered. She tossed one to Connor and opened her own.
"Please, I can keep up with you when you're in serious mode. It's better than I could do when I first arrived in Quor'Toth!"
"Much better," Connor snorted. Dawn stuck her tongue out and took a big swig of her water while Connor shook his head with a small smile.
"You've been training her." Buffy stated. Connor and Dawn looked over at Buffy's dry statment. She leaned against the archway of the training room while Angel and Cordelia stood beside her. "I'm impressed." Her praise was rewarded by Dawn's smile and Connor's nod. She kicked away from the archway.
Angel recognized this Buffy. It was the no-nonsense Buffy. Dawn and Connor were going to need their help if they were to convince Buffy to let Dawn stay the summer.
"Come on, Dawn, we've got to get back." Buffy's eyes narrowed as Dawn stepped closer to Connor. His reaction only annoyed her more. His arm wrapped around her little sister's shoulders.
"I want to stay the summer." Dawn's tone was firm and contained no hint of nerves. Angel attempted to smother a smile. Judging by Buffy's expression, she wasn't used to this side of Dawn.
"I'm sorry. I made that sound like you had a choice," Buffy growled. Angel and Cordelia tensed at the hard look that washed over Connor's face. The tension in the air reached smothering levels when the Angel was almost knocked over by a panicked Wesley. Angel glared angrily at the ex-Watcher. Wesley, for the first time since he inadverted helped Holtz, paid him no mind.
"I'm sorry, Buffy, but you can't separate them." Buffy turned toward her ex-Watcher. Her own green eyes hard and angry. Wesley didn't even flinch, but hurried to elaborate. "Read this," he demanded, throwing an aged scroll toward Buffy. She caught it easily and opened it. An annoyed huff escaped her lips.
"I can't read a different language, Wesley," she drawled. Dawn rolled her eyes and snatched the parchment from Buffy's hand. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.
"What's it say?" Buffy asked, reading her sister's expression. Fear clouded Dawn's sight for a moment before she shook her hand and began to read.
"On the fortnight of the Destoryer's return, another will rise. The temptation the newer power holds will be too great if stripped of his anchor. The world will fall into destruction as hell splits wide and brings forth the First and his army. With the Destroyer commanding his units, the First will know the ultimate power." Dawn's face was white as she read the next line. Her legs began to shake a small moan tore from her lips. "I'm not ready to be mother!!!"
"What the fuck?! Where does it say that??" Buffy burst. Dawn took an unsteady breathe and read the last.
"The portal to the worlds will give birth to destruction's child. The son will kill the father." Connor's arms tightened around Dawn's waist.
"I really really don't want to be a mother.." Dawn whispered.
"Okay..." Cordelia started. "It's settled then. Dawn's staying."
Buffy stared at the forgein language as the reality of the prophecy slowly sank in. It hinged completely on Dawn. The fate of their world hinged on Dawn, a sixteen year old mystical ball of energy.
Connor was rubbing Dawn's arms. She allowed him to hold her up as she looked to Wesley.
"From what it sounds like," Dawn started, "all of this," she motioned toward the parchment in her hand, "will happen only if Connor and I are separated." Wesley nodded. An idea was forming in Dawn's head. "Angel." The dark vampire looked over at her. "Throw me your lighter." With a small tilt of his head, he did as she asked. Wesley's eyes widened as she clicked the Zippo and set the parchment on fire. Buffy blinked owlishly. Dawn let the burning parchment fall from her hand. "No one will be able to use it against us." Wesley nodded numbly, still unbelieving of what she had done.
"Wesley?" Angel said. The ex-watcher looked over at his grudge holding friend. The vampire's cold eyes bore into his. "Get out of my office." Wesley smothered a sigh, but did as his once-upon-a-time friend asked.
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