Mely
Mentally unstable
Title: The power contained.
Author: Mely
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the vampire slayer and its characters, they belong to Josh Whedon, UPN, Mutant Enemy, etc.
Summary: Dawn-centric. She is the key"¦but you already know that. See how Dawn handles the power she never knew she had.
Rating: PG
Pairing: None, so far.
Spoilers: Anything from Season 5 to Season 7 can appear.
Author's Note: #1-This is about Dawns undiscovered Key-ish powers. #2-This fic takes place a few days after Potencial. #3-It's a version of Season 7 with a little more Dawn POV and a few minor details changed :happy06: .
I started it a while ago on F.net and decided to post it here. Hope you all enjoy it.. Please R.E.V.I.E.W. Words in between {Are thoughts}.
The Power Contained
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DAWN: Nobody knows who I am. Not the real me. It's like, nobody cares enough to find out. I mean, does anyone ever ask *me* what I want to do with my life? Or what my opinion is on stuff? Or what restaurant to order in from?
NO. Underline. Exclamation point. Exclamation point, exclamation point.
No one understands. No one has an older sister who's a slayer.
~Dawn, The real me.
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Prologue- Puzzled
__________________________
The gentle wind slid through the room caressing her skin, she sighed as a loud grunt came to her ears, "Close it already, its freezing" a piercing voice said from behind her.
Dawn Summers rolled her eyes and slowly closed the window in front of her. "Can't even do what I want in my own room" she mumbled walking out the door.
Passing by her older sisters room she listened to the strong snores coming from the very small form. Although the very hard headed slayer was oblivious to the fact. The youngest Summer sister grinned to herself, knowing how Buffy was clueless when it came to simple things.
Dawn made her way down the stairs she could see the lights turned on in the dinning room. She smiled in relief.
{At least I'm not the only one who's sleep deprived}. Her smile grew wider when she noticed Willow using her computer whilst Xander and Anya talked quietly amongst them selves.
"It's horrible, unmoral, sickening."
"Anya, we've been over this. He isn't evil." said Xander obviously annoyed.
"How can you say that? He's atrocious"
"He's Bugs Bunny!"
"Exactly!"
Willow looked up giving her a knowing look; Dawn just chuckled and walked away. {Maybe a little alone time isn't such a bad idea}. The back porch seamed very appealing, she sat on the floor then leaned her head against the wall.
{Not exactly the best place for a nap but it beats been cramped with nine wanna be slayers in a not so big room}. She pulled her jacket tighter around herself. Looking down Dawn realized she hadn't changed her clothes all day.
{Yeah right, like I would waste my 20 seconds in the bathroom changing}.
In the past week more then ten potential slayers had arrived in Sunnydale, and were currently living in the Summer's household. {You'd think a group of almost wiped out superheroes would have a lot less people}.
Not that she wanted them to be extinct or anything. She really liked all of them. Most of them. Some of them. She had nothing against them. Nope nothing at all.
{Stupid teen bop-ish chosen. people}
'You're just jealous' said a voice that sounded suspiciously like Buffy.
{I'm not jealous. I'm so not jealous}.
'Uh-hu'
*~~~~~~~~~~~*
A soft white haze surrounded her making Dawn giggle as it cleared her path. She didn't even have to look ahead; she knew exactly where she was going.
She had dreamed the same thing many previous times. {When did I fall asleep?} She asked herself before settling in her usual spot.
Suddenly a small girl ran in holding a piece of paper, just a few feet away from Dawn.
"Mommy, mommy, look what I made!" Beside the girl stood Joyce Summers, about a decade younger then she would be today. Dawn smiled, she loved dreaming of the past, it was like a fairytale. Actually it was a fairytale, since none of those memories were ever real.
The scene changed and Dawn could see herself when she was about seven years old, she was in between both her parents holding they're hands. Then she was making a sandcastle in some beach with Buffy.
The white fog slowly turned black, blurring Dawns view.
"Dawn" Dawn turned around quickly, that voice was her mothers, but she didn't see anyone.
{M- Mom? Are you here?}
"It's coming."
{What is? What's going on?}
"She won't choose you"
{Who? Buffy? She wouldn't do...}
".Against you."
{Mom? Mom!}
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Dawn felt a painful sting moving up her spine while her eyes only saw black.
You can guess why she didn't notice de green flames bursting from her hands.
___________________________________________________
TBC.
Author: Mely
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the vampire slayer and its characters, they belong to Josh Whedon, UPN, Mutant Enemy, etc.
Summary: Dawn-centric. She is the key"¦but you already know that. See how Dawn handles the power she never knew she had.
Rating: PG
Pairing: None, so far.
Spoilers: Anything from Season 5 to Season 7 can appear.
Author's Note: #1-This is about Dawns undiscovered Key-ish powers. #2-This fic takes place a few days after Potencial. #3-It's a version of Season 7 with a little more Dawn POV and a few minor details changed :happy06: .
I started it a while ago on F.net and decided to post it here. Hope you all enjoy it.. Please R.E.V.I.E.W. Words in between {Are thoughts}.
The Power Contained
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
DAWN: Nobody knows who I am. Not the real me. It's like, nobody cares enough to find out. I mean, does anyone ever ask *me* what I want to do with my life? Or what my opinion is on stuff? Or what restaurant to order in from?
NO. Underline. Exclamation point. Exclamation point, exclamation point.
No one understands. No one has an older sister who's a slayer.
~Dawn, The real me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prologue- Puzzled
__________________________
The gentle wind slid through the room caressing her skin, she sighed as a loud grunt came to her ears, "Close it already, its freezing" a piercing voice said from behind her.
Dawn Summers rolled her eyes and slowly closed the window in front of her. "Can't even do what I want in my own room" she mumbled walking out the door.
Passing by her older sisters room she listened to the strong snores coming from the very small form. Although the very hard headed slayer was oblivious to the fact. The youngest Summer sister grinned to herself, knowing how Buffy was clueless when it came to simple things.
Dawn made her way down the stairs she could see the lights turned on in the dinning room. She smiled in relief.
{At least I'm not the only one who's sleep deprived}. Her smile grew wider when she noticed Willow using her computer whilst Xander and Anya talked quietly amongst them selves.
"It's horrible, unmoral, sickening."
"Anya, we've been over this. He isn't evil." said Xander obviously annoyed.
"How can you say that? He's atrocious"
"He's Bugs Bunny!"
"Exactly!"
Willow looked up giving her a knowing look; Dawn just chuckled and walked away. {Maybe a little alone time isn't such a bad idea}. The back porch seamed very appealing, she sat on the floor then leaned her head against the wall.
{Not exactly the best place for a nap but it beats been cramped with nine wanna be slayers in a not so big room}. She pulled her jacket tighter around herself. Looking down Dawn realized she hadn't changed her clothes all day.
{Yeah right, like I would waste my 20 seconds in the bathroom changing}.
In the past week more then ten potential slayers had arrived in Sunnydale, and were currently living in the Summer's household. {You'd think a group of almost wiped out superheroes would have a lot less people}.
Not that she wanted them to be extinct or anything. She really liked all of them. Most of them. Some of them. She had nothing against them. Nope nothing at all.
{Stupid teen bop-ish chosen. people}
'You're just jealous' said a voice that sounded suspiciously like Buffy.
{I'm not jealous. I'm so not jealous}.
'Uh-hu'
*~~~~~~~~~~~*
A soft white haze surrounded her making Dawn giggle as it cleared her path. She didn't even have to look ahead; she knew exactly where she was going.
She had dreamed the same thing many previous times. {When did I fall asleep?} She asked herself before settling in her usual spot.
Suddenly a small girl ran in holding a piece of paper, just a few feet away from Dawn.
"Mommy, mommy, look what I made!" Beside the girl stood Joyce Summers, about a decade younger then she would be today. Dawn smiled, she loved dreaming of the past, it was like a fairytale. Actually it was a fairytale, since none of those memories were ever real.
The scene changed and Dawn could see herself when she was about seven years old, she was in between both her parents holding they're hands. Then she was making a sandcastle in some beach with Buffy.
The white fog slowly turned black, blurring Dawns view.
"Dawn" Dawn turned around quickly, that voice was her mothers, but she didn't see anyone.
{M- Mom? Are you here?}
"It's coming."
{What is? What's going on?}
"She won't choose you"
{Who? Buffy? She wouldn't do...}
".Against you."
{Mom? Mom!}
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Dawn felt a painful sting moving up her spine while her eyes only saw black.
You can guess why she didn't notice de green flames bursting from her hands.
___________________________________________________
TBC.
