Disclaimers: Joss owns them,
not me. I make no claims to the characters in this fic. I do own Discord.
The only reason she's in it is because I love the name.
Comments: Dawn is not the
Key, Glory never happened. Joyce is still around, blah, blah. AU stuff.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty
wrote this 15.12.01
Spoilers: If you don't know
who Dawn is then you don't watch the show enough.
Title: It's Latin, it sort
of means to go after/pursue.
Dedication: To Wlfgrrl, for
the longest FB mail I have ever had in my life. Thank you, cherrypie.
Buffy's POV
Slayers Do Christmas
II - Insequor
'Dawn, have you got my shirt? Mom, Tell Dawn
to quit stealing my clothes!'
I walk into her room and she's lying on her
bed, reading some Teen Squeeze magazine.
'Dawn, you're wearing my shirt! Get it off,
now!'
'Um, no.'
'Dawn! MOM?! You're so dead when mom goes out
later on.'
'See that?'
She holds her hand out in front of her; I nod.
'That's me not shaking.'
ARGHHH!!
I walk out, slamming her door.
She's giving me the biggest headache, ever.
I'm going to have to kill her, really!
I go back into my room, locking the door, and
get everyone's presents out of my closet.
Mom; blouse, skirt, perfume and make up.
Dawn who doesn't deserve anything;
shoes, perfume, shirt, cd's and make up and her own wooden stake.
You can't be too careful these days.
She's getting older and she'll be wandering
the streets at all hours so...
Oh my God, when did I turn into my mom?!
Willow and Tara get a weekend away at a pampering
hotely thing, together.
Ok, still have to get Giles, Xander and Anya.
Two days to go, well done Buffy, leave yourself
lots of time why don't you.
I pick up a small box, and open it, looking
at the thick silver chain inside.
Maybe I should take this back, not like I can
give it to her now.
Would've looked real nice on her, against her
skin.
Faith suits silver, looks...
Stop it!
Two months, two whole months she's been gone
and you only got a postcard and one phonecall.
She's moved on, just like you wanted.
You need to let her go.
New year, new Buffy.
Discord's POV
'You got it bad, Faith!'
She has.
I had a whole month of this; her crying into
her pillow over some chick when she thought no-one was around.
Me having to force feed her 'cause she was
too depressed to eat.
I don't even want to think about the time she
threw a pissy fit, after I bought back Taco Bell.
The stains took hours to get out of the carpet.
'Shut it, Dis, I'm thinking.'
I push her feet off the table, before she scrapes
this one as well.
'You're thinking? Should I be worried? Keep
your feet off the table.'
'It's my table!'
'Stop whinging. What are you thinking about?'
'Nothing seeing as I keep getting interrupted!
I'm trying to make a plan.'
'Faith Knight trying to make a plan? How to
get Buffy Summers back; am I right, or am I right?'
'Look...'
'Spill, what ya got so far?'
I watch her start pouting, and light a smoke
up.
She needs to go over to this chicks place and
talk some sense into her.
Plan schplan!
Plan's never work out.
'Nothing. She's gonna kick my ass when she
sees me, Dis. I mean, really kick my ass!'
'Get it over with.'
'What? How's that gonna get her back?'
'Look, Faith. You're shittin' bricks here because
of all this, don't give me that look, I've known you too long. You love her,
you've been pining away for two months. One whole month of that in my company,
and I'm getting sick of you feeling sorry for yourself. If she's going to
kick your ass, then let her. Least then you can move on to talking or, jeez,
something! Go round, see her, let her vent and then roll up into a little
ball and let her wail on you! Don't see the problem.'
Faith's such a pussy sometimes.
Buffy's POV
'Dawn? Door!'
I'm not getting it again.
It'll be one of her stupid little friends come
to play dolls or, whatever they do.
And she's not doing anything that'll
build up a sweat while she's wearing my shirt!
'Mom, door!'
No, I'm not getting it!
I'm not moving from this bit of bed, I mean
it.
'DOOR!'
Right, that's it!
It'd better be someone for me, or I am going
to drag Dawn down here and staple her to the handle, so she can get
it next time.
I make sure every footstep on the stairs gets
slammed down.
If I'm going to be opening the door, then
everyone in this house is going to know about.
I see a note on the back of the door.
Buffy,
Taken Dawn out to get wrapping paper, back
later.
Love Mom
Hello?
Maybe I needed wrapping pap...
'ALRIGHT!'
I rip the door open and feel my jaw drop.
'Flowers for Miss Summers'
Oh, who bought mom flowers?
They better not have sealed the envelope up!
Not that I'm going to peak, 'cause that would
be bad.
I sign for them, and take the bouquet in the
kitchen.
Yup, not going to look at the card, but
if it happens to fall out on the floor, then I'd have to put it back in and
I might get to see who it's from!
Come on card, fall out!
I shake the bouquet some more and finally,
jackpot!
'Oh dear, the card's fallen out!'
Everyone's out, Buffy, why are you talking
to the kitchen?
I start to open it up, then pause.
Oh my God, what if it's Giles?
Ok, I haven't eaten so it won't matter all
that much.
I open it up and recognise the hand writing
right away.
B,
Happy Christmas.
I missed you.
Love
Faith.
xx
I feel my hands screw the card up and slam
the flowers down on the edge of the counter, dead heading them all.
No; I'm sorry I've not called you in months,
or seen you, or anything, just "I missed you"!
Fuck you, Faith Knight.
Fuck you!