Summary: Dawn relives a little of her past.

Author’s note: Warning, fem slash. If this bothers you, avert your eyes now. Beta’d by the fab Bloodytearsoflife, as always J

Disclaimer: Joss owns these characters…

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Chapter 15: Good News, Bad News

It was early in the morning, a couple of days after the frat party, when Dawn heard her front doorbell chime. Clad in flannel pjs and bunny slippers, Dawn made her way to the door, cranky and clutching her morning coffee.

Standing on her front doorstep was a man she’d never seen before.

“Miss Summers?” he asked, looking at her bunny slippers. “Miss Dawn Summers?”

Dawn took a sip of her coffee. The suit and tie, briefcase and expensive shoes shouted lawyer out to her even in her pre coffee stage of morning. Given that crabby state of mind, she wasn’t about to make this easier for the latest minion of Wolfram and Hart that was darkening her doorstep.

“That would be me, young man. What can I do for you?”

Dawn saw him smile a little at the young man comment. No doubt he didn’t fully realise just how old she was. The glamour she’d used at the frat party was long gone now and she had returned to the fourteen year old exterior she once sported.

“Ma’am, I represent Wolfram and Hart. My name is Lindsey McDonald.” He took a card from his breast pocket and handed it to her. Dawn took it with distain.

“I trust that this early morning interruption is worth while, Mr. McDonald,” Dawn noted as she motioned for him to enter the house.

“Ma’am, I was sent here with an update on your query and a request from Wolfram and Hart’s Temporal Projects Bureau.”

Dawn sat down on her couch, and put her feet up, not inviting Lindsey to sit down at all. She waited for him to continue.

“The person in question, Ben Halloway, is a medical student, Queens University, Kingston, Ontario Canada. Originally from Washington State.”

Dawn couldn’t help it, she clapped her hands and giggled. “So he’s there now? In Kingston? I could hop on a plane and find him tomorrow if I wanted?”

“This is where the request from the Temporal Projects Bureau has to be put forth. Wolfram and Hart are concerned about your wish to alter the future as you’ve seen it.”

Dawn sent Lindsey her best ‘bored’ look and he smiled kindly back at her.

“We request, humbly, that you give us a month to run through some scenarios as to what will happen should Ben Halloway and hence, Glorificus die prematurely.”

“I don’t know what there is to scenario about,” Dawn muttered. “You think I haven’t thought this all out? If Ben dies, Glory dies. Glory dies, the Monks never force me into human form. Glory dies and Buffy doesn’t have to die saving me. Buffy doesn’t die and the First doesn’t get an opportunity to force another apocalypse. Which by the way, completely interferes with the apocalypse that Wolfram and Hart are planning. The First doesn’t start devouring us from below, then there won’t be slayers galore. I don’t think that was on Wolfram and Hart’s radar either. No multitudes of slayers means that Buffy doesn’t have to live a double life, with a double. No double Buffy means that the double won’t be dating the Immortal, which means he won’t be inclined to kill the real slayer when he finds out he’s been dating the double!”

“We are just asking for a month,” Lindsey stated calmly.

“Fine, a month. Whatever. I’m not going to change my mind, no matter what your scenarios reveal.”

“We know that. We are here to just make sure that we can be flexible according to divergent possibilities.”

Dawn rolled her eyes.

“Is there anything else you’d like the firm to do for you?” Lindsay asked, handing her several papers with Ben’s information on them.

Dawn looked over the papers in front of her. “Arrange for Ben to come to Sunnydale in a month. It would save me having to get up and fly somewhere.”

Lindsey nodded.

“I trust that you got my revised last will and testament?” Dawn asked.

Lindsey nodded before reciting the following: “The change is notarised. Buffy Summers, in the year 2001, will be the recipient of 43 million dollars from your estate. The Council of Watchers, in the year 2004, will be the recipient of 43 million dollars from your estate. The remainder of your estate will be absorbed into the holdings of Wolfram and Hart upon your dissolution into Key form. There is a proviso, that should you be forcibly returned to human state sometime in the future, in any identity, Dawn Summers or otherwise, Wolfram and Hart will provide for your every need and assist in any action you wish to undertake.”

“Wow and all from memory!” Dawn noted, wide eyed.

Lindsey let a cocky smile form on his face.

“Can I ask about the 43? Your holdings are so much bigger than 86 million dollars.”

“I had to pick a number. I didn’t want Buffy to get so much money that she becomes famous. Besides, she’d just spend it on boots.”

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Around noon, dressed to the nines, definitely giving Cordelia a run for her money in the fashion department, Dawn strode into the school, heading straight into the library for her daily session with Giles.

Oddly though, as the library doors swung silently behind her, Giles was nowhere to be found. It was strange that he wasn’t in the library, but, Dawn had to remind herself that he had to bow to Snyder’s wishes every once in a while. She was about to turn and head to the student lounge, hoping to do some eavesdropping on the student population. Eavesdropping was a good way to hear all the gossip. Halloween was coming up and she had to know where the good parties were. It was either that or staying at home and forcing Xander to watch ‘The great pumpkin’.

Just as she swung the door open, she heard a noise. Thinking that maybe she heard wrong, she let the door quietly close shut and listened again. There it was. Putting off her wish to lull Harmony into a false sense of popularity Dawn headed towards the stacks and the noise. As she walked towards the sound she realised, with every step, that she didn’t want to know who was making the sounds.

It sounded like two people making out.

As Dawn rounded the corner, her eyes beheld the scene of Xander and Cordelia smooching, a little part of her heart breaking.

Not a big part. She knew it was going to happen. She knew that it would never have happened if she hadn’t made that wish with Anyanka. Xander would have remained faithful till the end. This was the way it had to be.

When the pair sensed her, they broke apart. Cordelia stared Dawn down with a haughty smile.

“You couldn’t expect him to stay with someone that looks like she should be in middle school,” Cordelia sneered.

Xander mumbled something incoherently. Dawn knew that he was baffled as to why he was involved with Cordelia too and the Key certainly didn’t hold that against him at all.

“You don’t need to explain to her Xander!” Cordelia exclaimed loudly.

“No, you don’t need to get into the excuses. I know exactly why you are with her. I’m okay with it Xander. Really I am. I wish you both a year of happiness together, roughly,” Dawn said forbearingly.

Dawm turned on her heel and left the library, wondering why the powers decided to have them get together now, rather than last night. Wait, they probably did get together last night, Dawn chastised herself. That’s why Xander didn’t want to come over last night. Oblivious much?

If she had clued in, Dawn decided, she would have fucked the cute lawyer from this morning.

Dawn stood outside the library doors and looked through her bag for her clunky 90’s cell phone and a slip of paper she knew was in there. Finding the phone she dialled the number she had kept just in case for an emergency like this.

“Dylan?”

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Coffee date planned, Dawn left the school in hopes of avoiding Cordelia. She was going to be all bitchy and holier than thou for at least a week. She decided that it was time to visit her favourite vampire.

The vamp at the door was asleep, the call of the sun too powerful to keep him awake at his post. Dawn just walked into the factory, without anyone making a fuss.

Usually, a beating heart would bring most of the undead in the building to consciousness, so, as Dawn walked the length of the factory searching for Spike, she wondered just why the minions were more than usually useless at keeping her away.

She looked in doorways, climbed stairs, looked down hallways, but she couldn’t find Spike, and the sleeping minions weren’t being much help. Finally, she kicked one awake.

“Spike would be where?” she asked the minion, who was now clutching his side.

“Master Spike went to Willy’s last night, he hasn’t been back since. Mistress Drusilla is in her room. She gave orders that she wanted to see you if you arrived, but that we were not to interfere.”

Dawn nodded. “Well, I’m lost. Take me to see her then.”

With a grunt and in a fair bit of pain, the minion rose to his feet and escorted Dawn towards a part of the factory she hadn’t yet explored. Eventually the minion left her facing a bare door and Dawn pushed it open with her foot.

“Dru?” Dawn asked poking her head into the room. Muted light from an incandescent bulb illuminated the room in a pale yellow. It looked exactly how she had come to expect from Drusilla’s decor choices.

On the bed, sitting among dolls and lace, Drusilla lifted her head and looked Dawn in the eye. “Green!” she greeted, sliding from the bed, and reaching her arms out to take Dawn’s hands, leading her to the bed.

Sitting on the bed, Drusilla began to pet Dawn’s hair, as if she was a doll and started cooing. To the Key, it was familiar, but it wasn’t entirely welcome.

“Dru, I’m not here to start up old relationships,” Dawn whispered. “I’m sure the pixies have told you why we can’t be together.”

Dru’s smile faded from her face. “You spoil my party.”

“I would never do that,” Dawn said, taking Dru’s hands and pushing them down on her lap. “I’m not Spike. It took a lot of work to be with you. Dru, you’re nuts. It was driving me nuts.”

“You needed a break,” Drusilla responded, lucidly. “My pretty green dolly, went to play with the other toys.”

“I did.”

“You never came back.”

“You dusted. A slayer got you.”

“Nasty sunshine,” Drusilla spat. “Miss Edith needed tarts.”

“I am glad I got to see you again though,” Dawn mentioned, still holding Dru’s hands.

Drusilla nodded. “I’d make you come back to me, but I’m unwell you see,” she said turning her face away.

“I heard that. We’ll make it better. I promise you that, Dru.”

“The pixies told me. They told me that you’d come back to me too. It was difficult, understanding their lovely songs. I didn’t understand the screaming. Now I do. Smashed all the clocks, you did. Mummy’s very proud of her green dolly.”

“This green dolly is pretty sure that she said we’re not getting back together.”

“Not even if I tie you up? I always used to tie you up,” Dru pouted. “With pretty ribbons and streamers.”

Dawn laughed. “Yeah, you did. Not this time Dru.”

Dru lifted one of her hands, and used her black tipped fingernail to outline Dawn’s face.

She knew it was thrall, that was part of what made Dawn fall for Drusilla in the first place. Drusilla used thrall well, but Dawn had lots of experience with it.

“It’s not going to work, Dru…” Dawn moaned, blinking her eyes shut.

Before the Key could protest further, Dru closed the gap between them and pressed her lips against Dawn’s. The cold lips on her warm ones, were so different from Xander’s sloppy kisses and the nostalgic feeling Dawn had been fighting surged up and pushed reality to the side for a moment.

It couldn’t be that bad to…

Dawn’s thoughts were cut off as Dru started running her hands over Dawn’s breasts.

Hands in good places.

Dawn let herself be pushed down onto the bed, Drusilla hovering over her, tugging at her clothes. In her weakened state, Dru wasn’t able to accomplish much in the way of removing Dawn’s clothes, but then Dawn was more than willing to help her out. Dawn peeled back her blouse and unzipped her jeans kicking them to the side. In a swift motion Dawn flipped them, pressing Drusilla into the mattress, and seeking out the hem of Dru’s dress.

Deft fingers found their goal and soon, Drusilla was moaning erotically into Dawn’s punishing kisses.

“Such a good green dolly!” Drusilla moaned, following her exclamation with a piercing scream.

Dawn pulled her hand back from the confines of Drusilla’s regency style dress and brought her hand to her partner’s lips. Eagerly, the vampire licked her own cum off the Key’s fingers.

“Mummy’s going to make dolly scream now,” Drusilla whispered.

“Yes, please,” Dawn answered her, leaning back on the assorted pillows and dolls adorning the bed, giving Dru room enough to place herself between Dawn’s legs. Dawn felt a shiver invade her body as Dru started down on her, this she had missed. A different kind of ecstasy built, the cooing vampire between her legs not needing air for her task. Soon, Dawn was reciprocating Drusilla’s whimpering, her fingers woven into the vampire’s dark tresses.

Suddenly, a sharp bite drew Dawn’s attention from the impending orgasm, and the feel of blood being pulled out of her system accompanied the feel of Dru’s fingers against her clit.

Another scream pierced the silence of the factory.

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Roughly, half an hour later, the door to Drusilla’s room banged open, and Spike stood there, looking annoyed and amused at the two girls intertwined on the bed, Miss Edith lying between them, sheets strategically covering them from view.

“What’s this then?” Spike asked. “You’re too sick to shag me, but you’ll shag her?”

“My Spike’s jealous. He doesn’t know about the sunshine yet,” Drusilla giggled.

“Okay, first of all: Spike! Learn to knock! Second, I am extremely uncomfortable with you seeing me clad in only a sheet. Let me get dressed and we can talk about this if you want,” Dawn declared, gesturing him to leave.

A moment later, Dawn strode out of the bedroom to face the vampire she thought of as a brother.

“We were involved, a long time ago, or a long time from now,” Dawn explained, sitting down on a box in front of him. “I shouldn’t have done it, but it happened.”

“She used the thrall…” he said, trying to give her a way out.

“She did. But it’s been a long time since I was susceptible to that. I did live with her for a year. And she’s not the first vampire I was involved with.”

Spike sighed then immediately perked up. “Right then, it’s over. She’s a sexual creature, can’t blame her for that. You on the other hand…”

“It’s me you’re disappointed in, isn’t it? That there in the bedroom, that was a cover.”

Spike didn’t answer.

Dawn continued: “Look, I know how vampires operate. I know fidelity is different for humans than it is for vampires. You might think that I’m just your little Bit, but I’m all grown up and I’ve done way nastier things than you have in your short unlife.”

“If she bleedin’ wants a threesome, I’m refusing,” he stated, definitively.

“With you?” Dawn cringed. “Spike, I would never fuck you. You belong to Buffy. You are my brother, my protector. There are parts of your anatomy that I hope I never see. In fact I might be slightly traumatised by the mental image you just conjured in my head.”

He nodded.

“I assume then, that you and the whelp have broken up again?” he said turning his attention to a book that lay on a nearby table.

“Yep, the Xander ship has sailed. In fact I made a date with that nice frat boy from the party for tonight. I was hoping to get laid.”

“Mission accomplished then.”

“Well, it’s not even sundown yet. I’ve got lots of time. Besides, he was cute.”

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Tbc…