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Jun. 24th, 2015
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The confusion of the moment in the supply closet is only buoyed by the birthday present for so long. Eventually the embarrassment and rejection creeps in to the scene, followed by anger. A whole lot of anger.
SLAM!
The force of the door closing rattles the window frames on the front of the Summers home in Beacon Hills, and is followed by the thunder of Dawn’s footsteps as she moves through the house. They come to a stop in the training room, reaching for one of the staffs leaning against the wall and swinging it into the nearest training dummy.
WHACK!
“Dawn?”
She hears Buffy’s voice from somewhere next to her, but she doesn’t think of where or who else may be there with her. Her tunnel vision is just her and the dummy but she will address her sister’s concerns, each punctuated with a hard whack of the stuck against the dummy.
“Dumb stupid boys.” WHACK! “Don’t think before they kiss you with their dumb stupid lips.” WHACK! “Oh, I just wanted to shut you up, why would I want to kiss you otherwise? You’re only good to sneak me into school when I decide to play hooky with my hot, sexy girlfriend.”
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
“Okay, Dawnie, why don’t you give me the stick and we can talk about this?”
“No!” Dawn pointedly turns in Buffy’s direction, the staff included. “No, I am going to keep using this stick and keep whacking this dumb stupid dummy, because I can’t whack his dumb stupid werewolf face. Do you have any idea how unsatisfying it is to punch someone who’s face fixes itself.”
Buffy sighs softly, before releasing the stick and letting her get back to what she was doing. “I can imagine. What did Derek do?”
Dawn grimaces as she stares her sister down, before turning back to whacking the dummy again, this time paying more attention to her form and not just acting out of blind rage. “You mean other than use me to sneak into school when he shows up late? WHACK! “Forcing me hide in a supply closet when we might get caught.” WHACK! “Then kissing me to shut me up because I was freaking out and then treating it like it’s noting because why would he want to kiss me when he can be banging Hunter McHot Boobs.”
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
“Hunter Mc-what?”
Dawn huffs as she brings the staff down one last time. “Kate Argent. He’s been sneaking around with her since school started. I’ve been covering for him when he sneaks in late to first period.”
“I’m sorry, Derek is sleeping with who?”
That voice doesn’t belong to Buffy. Dawn snaps her head towards the sound and when she sees Peter standing over her sister’s shoulder her eyes immediately go wide as saucers and her hand comes up to cover her mouth.
“Crap. He’s going to kill me.”
“Oh, him killing you is the least of his problems.” Peter’s voice has that kind of tone that says Derek is so in trouble, but Dawn just glances away, rubbing the back of her neck. “Are you sure?”
Dawn glances up at him before nodding awkwardly. “I’ve seen them together. He’s so obvious about it.”
Peter brings one hand up to rub his chin slowly, before nodding. “I’ll deal with it. That will not last.”
Unfortunately, that doesn’t make her feel any better, and it won’t fix things between her and Derek. Dawn’s face falls and Buffy’s there, sliding an arm around her shoulders and glancing back to Peter. “I’ve got this. Maybe you should … ”
“Go,” Peter nods as he turns towards the door. “I will see you later.”
As Peter leaves, Buffy moves Dawn to sit against the wall of the room, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. Dawn just sighs, leaning into her sister and letting her head rest against her shoulders.
“Why are boys so dumb?”
“Because more often than not, their brain exists in their pants.”
Dawn makes a face and huffs. “He shouldn’t mess with people like that.”
“I know.”
“Just for a second, I thought … ”
“I know, Dawnie,” Buffy sighs, squeezing her tightly in response. “But it’ll all work itself out in the end. And if he’s going to go after someone like Kate, then you’re probably better off without him.”
“I know that,” she replies softly. “But right now it doesn’t feel like it.”
Buffy smiles softly, with a twinge of sadness to it. “I know how that goes too. But you’ll figure it out. I promise. You’re way smarter than I was.”
Dawn nods for a small moment, before curling up in her sister’s lap, letting Buffy brush a hand against the top of her head. “Can I just stay here for a while?”
“Yeah,” Buffy combs her fingers through her hair gently. “You can stay as long as you want.”
SLAM!
The force of the door closing rattles the window frames on the front of the Summers home in Beacon Hills, and is followed by the thunder of Dawn’s footsteps as she moves through the house. They come to a stop in the training room, reaching for one of the staffs leaning against the wall and swinging it into the nearest training dummy.
WHACK!
“Dawn?”
She hears Buffy’s voice from somewhere next to her, but she doesn’t think of where or who else may be there with her. Her tunnel vision is just her and the dummy but she will address her sister’s concerns, each punctuated with a hard whack of the stuck against the dummy.
“Dumb stupid boys.” WHACK! “Don’t think before they kiss you with their dumb stupid lips.” WHACK! “Oh, I just wanted to shut you up, why would I want to kiss you otherwise? You’re only good to sneak me into school when I decide to play hooky with my hot, sexy girlfriend.”
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
“Okay, Dawnie, why don’t you give me the stick and we can talk about this?”
“No!” Dawn pointedly turns in Buffy’s direction, the staff included. “No, I am going to keep using this stick and keep whacking this dumb stupid dummy, because I can’t whack his dumb stupid werewolf face. Do you have any idea how unsatisfying it is to punch someone who’s face fixes itself.”
Buffy sighs softly, before releasing the stick and letting her get back to what she was doing. “I can imagine. What did Derek do?”
Dawn grimaces as she stares her sister down, before turning back to whacking the dummy again, this time paying more attention to her form and not just acting out of blind rage. “You mean other than use me to sneak into school when he shows up late? WHACK! “Forcing me hide in a supply closet when we might get caught.” WHACK! “Then kissing me to shut me up because I was freaking out and then treating it like it’s noting because why would he want to kiss me when he can be banging Hunter McHot Boobs.”
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
“Hunter Mc-what?”
Dawn huffs as she brings the staff down one last time. “Kate Argent. He’s been sneaking around with her since school started. I’ve been covering for him when he sneaks in late to first period.”
“I’m sorry, Derek is sleeping with who?”
That voice doesn’t belong to Buffy. Dawn snaps her head towards the sound and when she sees Peter standing over her sister’s shoulder her eyes immediately go wide as saucers and her hand comes up to cover her mouth.
“Crap. He’s going to kill me.”
“Oh, him killing you is the least of his problems.” Peter’s voice has that kind of tone that says Derek is so in trouble, but Dawn just glances away, rubbing the back of her neck. “Are you sure?”
Dawn glances up at him before nodding awkwardly. “I’ve seen them together. He’s so obvious about it.”
Peter brings one hand up to rub his chin slowly, before nodding. “I’ll deal with it. That will not last.”
Unfortunately, that doesn’t make her feel any better, and it won’t fix things between her and Derek. Dawn’s face falls and Buffy’s there, sliding an arm around her shoulders and glancing back to Peter. “I’ve got this. Maybe you should … ”
“Go,” Peter nods as he turns towards the door. “I will see you later.”
As Peter leaves, Buffy moves Dawn to sit against the wall of the room, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. Dawn just sighs, leaning into her sister and letting her head rest against her shoulders.
“Why are boys so dumb?”
“Because more often than not, their brain exists in their pants.”
Dawn makes a face and huffs. “He shouldn’t mess with people like that.”
“I know.”
“Just for a second, I thought … ”
“I know, Dawnie,” Buffy sighs, squeezing her tightly in response. “But it’ll all work itself out in the end. And if he’s going to go after someone like Kate, then you’re probably better off without him.”
“I know that,” she replies softly. “But right now it doesn’t feel like it.”
Buffy smiles softly, with a twinge of sadness to it. “I know how that goes too. But you’ll figure it out. I promise. You’re way smarter than I was.”
Dawn nods for a small moment, before curling up in her sister’s lap, letting Buffy brush a hand against the top of her head. “Can I just stay here for a while?”
“Yeah,” Buffy combs her fingers through her hair gently. “You can stay as long as you want.”
