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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-10-16 12:07 am
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Sam/Dawn - Reasons Why You Should Not Talk to Strange Tall Men in Graveyards
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Title: Reasons Why You Should Not Talk To Strange Tall Men in Graveyards
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dawn Summers, Xander Harris
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kissbingo Prompt: Body: Belly
xoverland Prompt: 3. Vampire (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
Content Warning: Spoilers through 522: Swan Song.
Summary: So Dawn was patrolling.
Author’s Note: Forlovedbythesun. This … is probably seventy-five percent crack, for which I apologize. But I wanted to use the easy-to-kill vamps from Buffy as oppose to the messy-and-tough vamps from Supernatural, hence … crack. I hope you like it! =D It’s also in two parts. Only the first part is for xoverland, but I put them both in one post because … I started writing the second part before I remembered that there was a cap of 999 words for the xoverland challenge. Oops?
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Joss and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Part 1:
So Dawn was patrolling.
She wasn’t patrolling alone (obviously, she is not an idiot, Buffy), she was patrolling with Sienna. Sienna was one of the newest Slayers to arrive on the Hellmouth, and Dawn was helping her get oriented. Besides, it wasn’t even dark yet. The serious vamps didn’t come out until midnight, at least, and Dawn intended to be back at the Summers homebase by then. Really. She had thought this one out. Nothing could go wrong.
She should have known that by saying that alone meant she was in for some kind of trouble.
She wanted to state for the record that this was absolutely not her fault. Not anywhere in the vicinity of being her fault. In order for this to be her fault, there would need to be a vengeful god of some kind, way more bloodshed, and a large apparatus to open a portal between worlds. See, here’s the thing. Dawn was the Key. Not a Key, the Key, as in a centuries old energy, placed in human form by some monks that were later slaughtered by an evil hellgod. Her blood opened the link between worlds. It could be pretty disastrous when done properly, but most of the time, Dawn was a pretty harmless twenty-something Watcher-in-training. In this case, a Watcher-in-training who happened to trip over an inlaid headstone and bust open her palm on the granite.
It hurt. A lot. There may have even been some swearing involved.
In fact, she might have been so caught up in the swearing that she didn’t notice the subtle crack as she pushed herself to the feet. If she had, it probably wouldn’t have led to her tripping again, but this time landing on top of a large, warm, rather solid human being. She landed hard, sprawling out against his chest, and he looked just as surprised to see her as he did.
“Where’d you come from?” she asked. It was a valid question because he was huge, and she didn’t mean that in the fun kinky way. She just meant that in the general way. She would have seen him if he had been there five minutes earlier.
“I—I don’t know?” he replied, frowning back at her. She was about to ask a very solid follow up question to that, when Sienna’s sharp Southern accent came from behind her.
“Dawn! Vamp!”
Okay, so maybe her bleeding palm attracting the vamp was her fault. But that was all she was taking fault for!
She was about to push herself up and go for her stake, but the guy under her was already moving, rolling them so that he was on top and they were out of the way of the charging vampire. That had the potential to make things even more awkward, if the guy wasn’t already up on his feet and trying to pin the guy down. Sienna was charging in to help him, and Dawn was scrambling for the stake she had dropped. She tossed it to the Slayer who grabbed it and drove it into the vamp’s chest while the guy held him down.
“Wait, what’re you—” Dawn had never seen a person look so surprised at a vamp being dusted. In fact, he seemed to be more than a little off-kilter. “—Did that vampire just dust?”
Sienna raised an eyebrow at him, before responding. “What’d ya expect him to do? Burst int’ flames?”
The guy just seemed shocked. Dawn tipped her head to the side as she moved closer, trying to figure out what he was getting at. “What do vamps do where you’re from?”
“Well, for one thing you can’t stake them. And it’s generally … messy. You have to decapitate them. And the teeth—” He shook his head, as though he was trying to process something. “—the teeth were all wrong.”
“Ahh,” Dawn nodded. “Uh-huh.” There was a long pause, before Dawn glanced back at Sienna. “I think we might need a Giles.”
“I think I might be with ya on that one, darlin’.”
The man glanced between the two of them, before giving them an awkward half-smile. “What’s a Giles?”
Part 2:
Giles was … stumped, to put it lightly. From what Sam (that was his name, Sam Winchester) had told him, there was no way that he should have wound up popping out the Cleveland Hellmouth. The supernatural beings that he dealt with on a regular basis were nothing like anything Buffy had ever faced. For one thing, angels, for another—the vamps that he was talking about were just weird.
Buffy didn’t trust him right away. Dawn figured she had the right to be suspicious in nature, but Dawn liked him. He was sweet, and they had already had that moment in the graveyard, so most of the initial awkwardness was already out of the way. And he was hot.
He was really, really hot actually.
Sam took up residence at the Summers house, where Buffy could keep an eye on him, and where he would be most useful. She probably didn’t appreciate Dawn flirting with Sam every chance she got, and Buffy definitely didn’t appreciate it when Sam started to flirt back, but by the time that happened, Sam had made himself useful. He was good on patrol, and good with the books—so much so that if it was in English, he sometimes gave Giles a run for his money.
Dawn was in the kitchen one night after Sam and Buffy came back from patrol. Sam was covered in dust and dirt, while Buffy looked pretty much intact. There was also a set of red marks around Sam’s neck that were probably going to bruise later. Her brow knit in concern before she made her way closer. “What happened?”
Sam just sighed, flinching slightly when her fingers brushed against the mark. “I think your sister hasn’t warmed up to me as much as you think.”
Her eyebrows went up. “Buffy did this?!”
“No, no!” he said, shaking his head. “A vamp did. She just seemed to take her sweet time staking him.”
She smirked at that, before moving in closer to him. “She’s just being protective. She saves the world on a regular basis, but she has a hard time believing that I’m an adult now and can make my own choices about who I like or don’t like.”
Sam pursed his lips, nodding for a moment, before smirking back at her. “So you like me, huh?”
Her head ducked sheepishly at that, before shrugging. “Maybe. Just a little bit.”
“A little bit,” Sam nodded. “I can work with that.”
“Oh, can you?”
“I can,” he nodded. “But it would be better if I knew a way to turn that into a lot.”
She considered that for a moment, before inching closer to him again, pushing herself up on her toes a bit. “I think you could figure it out.” There was a bit of a flutter in the pit of her stomach as he started to move towards her. One hand bracing the side of her waist to push her just a bit closer, and eventually he leaned down, brushing a kiss to her lips softly. She grinned a bit at that, before leaning in to kiss him more, one hand coming up to brush the side of his face gently. His arms slide around her waist to pull her closer up until a voice came from their left.
“Oh—oh, come on, guys. In the kitchen? Is nothing sacred?”
Dawn broke the kiss as they both turned to look at Xander. Dawn raised an eyebrow at him, and he just sighed, before shaking his head and walking away, already knowing he wasn’t going to win.
“Never mind. As you were."
Title: Reasons Why You Should Not Talk To Strange Tall Men in Graveyards
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dawn Summers, Xander Harris
kissbingo Prompt: Body: Bellyxoverland Prompt: 3. Vampire (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)Content Warning: Spoilers through 522: Swan Song.
Summary: So Dawn was patrolling.
Author’s Note: For
lovedbythesun. This … is probably seventy-five percent crack, for which I apologize. But I wanted to use the easy-to-kill vamps from Buffy as oppose to the messy-and-tough vamps from Supernatural, hence … crack. I hope you like it! =D It’s also in two parts. Only the first part is for xoverland, but I put them both in one post because … I started writing the second part before I remembered that there was a cap of 999 words for the xoverland challenge. Oops?Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Joss and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Part 1:
So Dawn was patrolling.
She wasn’t patrolling alone (obviously, she is not an idiot, Buffy), she was patrolling with Sienna. Sienna was one of the newest Slayers to arrive on the Hellmouth, and Dawn was helping her get oriented. Besides, it wasn’t even dark yet. The serious vamps didn’t come out until midnight, at least, and Dawn intended to be back at the Summers homebase by then. Really. She had thought this one out. Nothing could go wrong.
She should have known that by saying that alone meant she was in for some kind of trouble.
She wanted to state for the record that this was absolutely not her fault. Not anywhere in the vicinity of being her fault. In order for this to be her fault, there would need to be a vengeful god of some kind, way more bloodshed, and a large apparatus to open a portal between worlds. See, here’s the thing. Dawn was the Key. Not a Key, the Key, as in a centuries old energy, placed in human form by some monks that were later slaughtered by an evil hellgod. Her blood opened the link between worlds. It could be pretty disastrous when done properly, but most of the time, Dawn was a pretty harmless twenty-something Watcher-in-training. In this case, a Watcher-in-training who happened to trip over an inlaid headstone and bust open her palm on the granite.
It hurt. A lot. There may have even been some swearing involved.
In fact, she might have been so caught up in the swearing that she didn’t notice the subtle crack as she pushed herself to the feet. If she had, it probably wouldn’t have led to her tripping again, but this time landing on top of a large, warm, rather solid human being. She landed hard, sprawling out against his chest, and he looked just as surprised to see her as he did.
“Where’d you come from?” she asked. It was a valid question because he was huge, and she didn’t mean that in the fun kinky way. She just meant that in the general way. She would have seen him if he had been there five minutes earlier.
“I—I don’t know?” he replied, frowning back at her. She was about to ask a very solid follow up question to that, when Sienna’s sharp Southern accent came from behind her.
“Dawn! Vamp!”
Okay, so maybe her bleeding palm attracting the vamp was her fault. But that was all she was taking fault for!
She was about to push herself up and go for her stake, but the guy under her was already moving, rolling them so that he was on top and they were out of the way of the charging vampire. That had the potential to make things even more awkward, if the guy wasn’t already up on his feet and trying to pin the guy down. Sienna was charging in to help him, and Dawn was scrambling for the stake she had dropped. She tossed it to the Slayer who grabbed it and drove it into the vamp’s chest while the guy held him down.
“Wait, what’re you—” Dawn had never seen a person look so surprised at a vamp being dusted. In fact, he seemed to be more than a little off-kilter. “—Did that vampire just dust?”
Sienna raised an eyebrow at him, before responding. “What’d ya expect him to do? Burst int’ flames?”
The guy just seemed shocked. Dawn tipped her head to the side as she moved closer, trying to figure out what he was getting at. “What do vamps do where you’re from?”
“Well, for one thing you can’t stake them. And it’s generally … messy. You have to decapitate them. And the teeth—” He shook his head, as though he was trying to process something. “—the teeth were all wrong.”
“Ahh,” Dawn nodded. “Uh-huh.” There was a long pause, before Dawn glanced back at Sienna. “I think we might need a Giles.”
“I think I might be with ya on that one, darlin’.”
The man glanced between the two of them, before giving them an awkward half-smile. “What’s a Giles?”
Part 2:
Giles was … stumped, to put it lightly. From what Sam (that was his name, Sam Winchester) had told him, there was no way that he should have wound up popping out the Cleveland Hellmouth. The supernatural beings that he dealt with on a regular basis were nothing like anything Buffy had ever faced. For one thing, angels, for another—the vamps that he was talking about were just weird.
Buffy didn’t trust him right away. Dawn figured she had the right to be suspicious in nature, but Dawn liked him. He was sweet, and they had already had that moment in the graveyard, so most of the initial awkwardness was already out of the way. And he was hot.
He was really, really hot actually.
Sam took up residence at the Summers house, where Buffy could keep an eye on him, and where he would be most useful. She probably didn’t appreciate Dawn flirting with Sam every chance she got, and Buffy definitely didn’t appreciate it when Sam started to flirt back, but by the time that happened, Sam had made himself useful. He was good on patrol, and good with the books—so much so that if it was in English, he sometimes gave Giles a run for his money.
Dawn was in the kitchen one night after Sam and Buffy came back from patrol. Sam was covered in dust and dirt, while Buffy looked pretty much intact. There was also a set of red marks around Sam’s neck that were probably going to bruise later. Her brow knit in concern before she made her way closer. “What happened?”
Sam just sighed, flinching slightly when her fingers brushed against the mark. “I think your sister hasn’t warmed up to me as much as you think.”
Her eyebrows went up. “Buffy did this?!”
“No, no!” he said, shaking his head. “A vamp did. She just seemed to take her sweet time staking him.”
She smirked at that, before moving in closer to him. “She’s just being protective. She saves the world on a regular basis, but she has a hard time believing that I’m an adult now and can make my own choices about who I like or don’t like.”
Sam pursed his lips, nodding for a moment, before smirking back at her. “So you like me, huh?”
Her head ducked sheepishly at that, before shrugging. “Maybe. Just a little bit.”
“A little bit,” Sam nodded. “I can work with that.”
“Oh, can you?”
“I can,” he nodded. “But it would be better if I knew a way to turn that into a lot.”
She considered that for a moment, before inching closer to him again, pushing herself up on her toes a bit. “I think you could figure it out.” There was a bit of a flutter in the pit of her stomach as he started to move towards her. One hand bracing the side of her waist to push her just a bit closer, and eventually he leaned down, brushing a kiss to her lips softly. She grinned a bit at that, before leaning in to kiss him more, one hand coming up to brush the side of his face gently. His arms slide around her waist to pull her closer up until a voice came from their left.
“Oh—oh, come on, guys. In the kitchen? Is nothing sacred?”
Dawn broke the kiss as they both turned to look at Xander. Dawn raised an eyebrow at him, and he just sighed, before shaking his head and walking away, already knowing he wasn’t going to win.
“Never mind. As you were."
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