POV: Shifts Perspective
Spoiler Alert: There are tidbits from past episodes and the Spanderverse series.
Notes: Story number seventeen in the Spanderverse-universe, following “Pathways”. Everything from the television series through the defeat of Adam also occurred as depicted, in the Spanderverse.
People’s thoughts are depicted in italics. You’ll find emphasis depicted with an underline.
Also, another thank you to Twiztv(dot)com script assistance and Wikipedia for character details.
Note: The ‘Angel’ timeline might be a little fuzzy. I don’t want to drag too much of that series continuity in for this story. I will say this takes place before the events of ‘
Ch 6 – Breaking and Entering
As Dawn raced down her block, she didn’t see Spike wandering through people’s yards. She dashed by him, and he, not at all happy to see her running around by herself at night, dashed up to her.
“Dawn! What the hell are you doing out here? And by yourself? Buffy is going to kick your ass.”
“Spike! Geez! Way to scare the life out of me, thanks a lot.”
“Forget that, what are you doing?”
“N-nothing. And, anyway, it’s none of your business. Buffy said I could go out.”
“Buffy said you could go out,” Spike said skeptically.
“Uh, s-sure. I’m almost a grown up, now. She said it was fine if I wanted to head downtown,” Dawn jutted out her bottom lip.
“Uh-huh. Then you’re not going to mind me marching right back to your house and checking in with her, then? Just for my own edification?”
Dawn sighed harshly while shooting him a ‘damn it’ look.
“Fine,” she conceded. “She doesn’t know that I took off.”
“Dawn… damn it. You know how dangerous it is after dark. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t put you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and turn you in. Then you can listen to one of Buffy and Giles’ three hour lectures on irresponsibility. I bet you don’t even have a stake on you, do you?”
“How did you know that?”
“I can’t smell the wood. Well? You gonna tell me what was on your alleged mind, or what?”
“If you must know,” Dawn pouted, “I’m going to break into Giles’ apartment and rummage through his papers.”
“Oh. Well, then… you should have asked me. I’d be happy to help you perform a little minor mayhem. What are we looking for,” he said as he took her arm and they started walking.
“Information. Buffy told me that Glory wants me. And Giles said that I can’t leave the Hellmouth because it’s shielding me.”
“They told you?! Not that you shouldn’t know, of course, it’s just I’m surprised they’d dump this on you with…. Well, it’s a good thing, I guess. Though I’d think it’d make you more careful.”
“You knew? Why didn’t you say anything!?”
“Well, it’s really Buffy’s call isn’t it? It is Slayer business after all.”
“Uh, yeah… I guess,” Dawn hedged. Spike knew exactly what was going on. The question now was how to get him to tell her without realizing she didn’t know anything except what she’d overheard. “So, I figure there’s still stuff they’re hiding. They always hide stuff from me! We’re looking for those papers from that factory monk.”
“You seem to be taking this awfully well.”
What, Dawn screeched in her head. What am I taking well?! What is it you know?
But on the surface, she only shrugged. “Uh, w-well, I guess with mom… nothing is really getting to me right now, except that.”
“Yeah,” Spike said sympathetically. “Yeah, I guess that pretty much trumps any other shocks.”
“So… you’re really going to help me?”
“Sure,” Spike smirked in that way she found so adorable. A moment later and he’d turned serious again, “But you listen to me, Bit. If I say run, you run… not ask a hundred questions, you got it? If you end up getting hurt out here ‘cause I didn’t bring you straight home, she’ll pound me a good one. Not to mention Angel getting in his two-cents.”
“I can’t wait until he leaves,” Dawn said. “I mean, it’s great to see Cordelia, and I understand why he came, but the sooner he’s back out of Buffy’s life the better.”
“I knew there was a reason I always liked you.”
At Giles’, Spike gave Dawn a lifted eyebrow as they stood before the door. It was much less cute than the smirk, she’d decided.
“I was kinda going to improvise when I got here,” she explained impatiently. “Maybe I could use a rock and break a window.”
“And then you could call your sister from jail. Besides, no need to do anything noisy when you have somebody with vampire strength standing right here. Step aside a sec?”
Spike grabbed the door handle and began to crank it hard to the right, when Dawn grabbed his arm in a panic, stopping him.
“Wait, wait! What if he has an alarm system?”
“Rupert Giles? The man who barely knows how to operate a telephone,” Spike grinned.
“Right,” Dawn blew out a relieved breath, “good point.”
Spike gave the door handle a powerful twist and the lock snapped inside its knob. With a nudge the door squeaked open, allowing them entrance.
“Voila. So, any clue where to find these documents?”
“I heard him tell Buffy they were in his drawer. Can you break this lock, too?”
“I’m evil, Dawn. Of course, I can break it. Step aside,” Spike said as he grabbed the drawer. A moment later and it, too, snapped open. “Giles is going to know this was me. Even if it wasn’t, he’d still pin it on me anyway.”
“We’ll tell him it was probably Glory. That should send him into a panic and stop him from thinking about you.”
“I was wrong,” Spike smirked. “You’re the one who’s evil.”
“Here, this is it!” Dawn said excitedly as she flipped on the desk lamp and began reading. “It’s talking about this Key that Glory is looking for.”
“Well, yeah, we knew that’s why she’s…,” Spike stopped; his eyes wide as he stared at Dawn. Before he could stop her she was mumbling aloud about the Key’s transmogrification and transport to Sunnydale.
“…molded into a sister and sent to the Slayer to… oh god. Oh, no… no… this can’t be real!”
“You didn’t know,” Spike said, shocked. “You lied. You didn’t know anything.”
“Oh, God, Spike! This says… this says that I’m… I’m just a thing… I’m not real! Just like the crazy people have been saying!”
“Dawn, why did you lie to me!? Why did you come here if you didn’t know?”
“I-I heard Buffy talking to Giles…. I knew something was wrong; something about me. I just… I wanted to know what they were hiding.” Dawn stumbled over to the sofa and collapsed, placing her head in her hands. She was in such shock, she couldn’t even cry… at least not until she remembered Joyce; the way she’d told her she was nothing and that she wanted to send her back.
“She knew… mom knew,” she said grief-stricken.
“Bit; your mother loved you.” Spike tried to comfort her, but she pulled herself out of his grasp and stood staring down at him with pain and anger.
“No she didn’t! You don’t love a thing! She-she probably just did what Buffy told her to,” she blubbered as the tears came on in force.
“That is not true. You’re loved by all of us, even me, the big bad,” he shrugged.
“Because a spell is forcing you to! It’s forcing all of you!”
“I don’t believe that for one minute, Bit. If it was true, then knowing about it would make it stop and right now I wouldn’t hurt like this seeing you upset.”
“Shut up! Just shut your stupid mouth,” Dawn screamed before bolting for the front door.
Spike ran after her, but stayed about a quarter of a block back. He knew she needed time to absorb this information, but at the same time, he wanted to be close enough to intervene if any nasties showed up.
He followed her as she raced into one of the parks of Sunnydale that made it such an attractive place for vampires.
Really, even upset, the kid should know better than this, he thought as he tried to look into every shadow at once. But at least she had stopped running, choosing a bench near the carousel. Even from the distance, he could clearly see her shake as the tears flowed freely. Poor girl; too much happening and no time for her to deal.
“I know you’re still there, Spike,” Dawn called out while still crying. “If you c-could just give me a minute, I’ll be r-ready to go… to go home.” She also said something under her breath, but he didn’t make it out.
End Chapter 6