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Careful What You Wish For

Summary: Dawn makes a wish without knowing it will change the world she lives in. Buffy/Spike Romance

Setting: Season 6 – Post-“Wrecked”

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss & Company.

Author’s Note: I have taken the premise for this fan fic from a story written by Karen & Meredith called “Walk a Mile”.

Dawn’s arm hurt, a lot and when the phone rang next to her bed she almost didn’t want to answer it. But she was home alone and it might be Buffy or Tara calling to check in on her. She reached over and grabbed the receiver on the fourth ring. “Hello?”

A familiar male voice was on the other line. “Dawn?”

“Spike?”

“Hey, Little Bit, how are you feeling today?”

Dawn was confused. “Spike?”

“Yes! It’s me and yes I’m calling you on the phone. Why does that surprise everyone so much?”

“Because you usually just show up. I didn’t know you even knew how to use a phone.” She said laughing at the century old vampire.

“So, you sound like you’re feeling better then?”

“Not really. I’m in pain, I’m so very pissed at Willow and I’m bored to tears at home all alone.”

“You’re alone? Where is everybody? Why would they leave you alone?”
Dawn was surprised by the concerned tone of Spike’s voice. “Well, they have school and work. And well, Buffy is probably still reaming Willow about what happened. Where are you calling from?”

“I’m using the pay phone at a bar downtown. Do you need me to come over and keep you company? Just until they get home?”
Dawn clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. “Spike, I don’t need a baby sitter anymore.”

“I’m not a bleedin’ baby sitter, Little Bit. I just thought you might need someone to take your mind off being hurt.”

Dawn smiled. This was great, maybe they could play cards like they used to. “How fast can you get here?”

“Gimme 20 minutes.”

“I’ll leave the front door open.”

 

Two hours later Dawn was lying on the couch covered with a knitted afghan watching She’s All That on cable and eating chicken fingers with mustard. When Buffy came in Dawn looked surprised to see her back so soon.

Buffy smiled at her little sister and went over to her side. “Hey, Dawnie. You must be feeling better. You made your favorite food.”

As Buffy snagged a chicken finger and took a bite, Dawn looked towards the kitchen. “Well, actually . . .”

Before Dawn could finish her thought Spike walked into living room carrying a drink and a prescription bottle. “All right, Niblet, here’s your freshly brewed iced tea and some medicine for the pain. . .”

Buffy stood up and went into her typical defensive mode. “What are you doing here?”

Spike put the glass and pill bottle down on the coffee table. “I came to look after Dawn. She was alone and bored and obviously hungry so I . . .”

“So you just invited yourself over. I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.”

Spike crossed his arms and smirked at the Slayer. “And what am I doing now?”

Buffy grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the dining room. “You’re using my little sister to get to me! And it’s not going to work.”
Spike puffed himself up and leaned into her face. He lowered his voice to just barely above a whisper. “I don’t need to use Dawn to get to you, pet. I’ve already gotten there.”

“Buffy?” Dawn called from the other room. “Don’t yell at him! I asked him to come over.”

Buffy sneered at the vampire in her house. “Get out.”

Spike walked out of the room and grabbed his coat. Going over to Dawn he patted her head lightly and smiled. “Take care, Sweet Pea.”

Dawn smiled. “Thanks, Spike.”

“Anytime.”

Spike glared at Buffy as he turned and walked down the hall through the kitchen to the back door. Buffy followed him outside into the twilight evening.

“You have no right coming here without my permission.”

“And you have no right to waltz into my crypt any time you bloody well feel like it, but you do!”

“I have had it with your shit, Spike!”

“And I’ve had it with your being a bleedin’ bitch to me all the time!”

“I am not a bitch to you all the time!”

“That’s right, you only decide to be pleasant when you want something from me.”

“Well what I want from you now is to stay the hell away from me and my sister!”

Spike grabbed Buffy by the shoulders and pulled her close to his body. “Fine! Go it alone! But don’t come crying to me when she runs off again or one of your mates almost gets her killed!”

Buffy tried to speak but she couldn’t, his mouth was too close to hers. He was completely throwing her off again. Suddenly his hands were in her hair and his fingers massaging her scalp as he leaned in closer. “If you’d just let me, I could help you take care of her. I could be the one to make it all right. I can be more than just a roll in the hay, luv. I could be your lover and I could be her. . .”

Buffy roughly pushed him away. “Be her what? Her Daddy?”

“Well, God knows she needs one! She also needs a bleedin’ leash, but I think you lot would frown on that.”

“We’re fine by ourselves. We don’t need your help.” She lied.

Spike nodded and smiled. “You just keep tellin’ yourself that. When you come to your senses, you know where I’ll be.”

Buffy sighed. “Whatever.”

Spike kissed her hard on the lips and forced his tongue into her mouth. Within one second Buffy was responding to his invasion with equal intensity. Her hands grasped at his waist pulling him closer grinding herself against him. And with that Spike broke the kiss and pushed her away. Turning away from her he stalked away. “Yeah, Slayer, whatever.”

Buffy couldn’t believe it. He just left! That arrogant son of a bitch! Before she could stop herself the Slayer yelled back at the vampire now disappearing behind the bushes. “Yeah, well you suck, Spike!” Oh my God! How lame was that come back?

The next morning Willow was alone in the house. Buffy had gone to take Dawn to school and explain why her little sister had been absent the past two days. Willow still felt like Hell, the withdrawal symptoms hadn’t dissipated yet and she couldn’t sleep for more than an hour at a time.

She was just about to make herself some pancakes when the back door opened to reveal a very excited Amy.

“Willow! Oh my God! Have I got something for you!”

“Amy? What are you doing here?”

Amy set a small jewelry box on the counter and slid it over to Willow. “I heard what happened with you and your friends so I brought you a present.”

Willow opened the velvet box and looked at glittering amethyst ring inside. “Wow. It’s pretty.”

Amy smiled. “I know and it’s the answer to your problems.”

Willow gave Amy a wary look. “How is a ring the answer?”

“It’s magic. All you have to do is put it on and make a wish. You can wish for anything including changing the last few days. You can reverse time, change the universe, be whatever you want to be, but it’s only good for one wish.”

Willow’s anger bubbled up in her throat. “No. No more magic, I’m done, Amy.”

Amy laughed. “Done? How can you say that? This can make all your problems disappear, then you can be done, if that’s what you really want.”

“God damn it, Amy! Do you know what I did? Really? I hurt my friends! People I love more than anything! And you want me to do more magic? How the Hell do you think I got into this mess in the first place? I told you, I’m done!”

Amy backed away from Willow’s furious declaration. “Okay, okay, geez! I was only trying to help!”

Willow held the box out to Amy. “Here. Take this away.”

Amy shook her head. “No, you keep it. Just in case you change your mind.” Amy then gave Willow a knowing smile and slipped out the back door.

Willow sat staring at the ring in its box. She picked it up out of the box and examined it carefully. It was true what Amy had said; she was only trying to help. Problem was this wasn’t the kind of help Willow needed. “I can’t fix this with magic. I can’t.”

Willow’s eyes filled with tears as she put the ring back in the box and threw it into the garbage pail underneath the sink. Then she turned to go back upstairs to take a shower, she suddenly had lost her appetite for pancakes.

Dawn Summers arrived home after school that day to an empty house. The note in the kitchen said that Buffy and Willow were at the Magic Shop and would be home by dinnertime.

“Alone again. Surprise, surprise!” Dawn sighed as she opened the refrigerator to get herself a drink. She searched it only to find that the iced tea Spike had made for her yesterday was gone. She picked up the carton of orange juice and poured herself a half an inch of juice into her glass! Staring at the empty carton in her hand, Dawn’s frustration rose. “Damn it! That’s right! I just swore, but no one’s here to care so . . . God Fucking Damn it!”

Dawn opened the cabinet underneath the sink and savagely threw the empty carton into the garbage only to have the carton bounce out again onto the floor. “Shit!”

Dawn stopped a moment and took a deep breath. Her arm was hurting her again and she needed to take her medicine. As she picked up the carton to put it back in the garbage she noticed a small velvet jewelry box sitting there on top of an empty box macaroni and cheese. Dawn picked it up and threw away her orange juice carton gently this time. Opening the jewelry box she was blown away by how pretty the amethyst ring nestled in its velvet slot was.

“Whoa! Who would throw out such a pretty ring?” Dawn took it out of the box and tried it on her ring finger – a perfect fit. “Well, it’s not like it’s stealing, this time. If anybody asks I’ll tell them the truth; finders keepers.”

Dawn waited and waited for Buffy and Willow to return from the Magic Shop, but it was already 7:30 and she had been starving. Dawn sat on the couch with the remote in one hand and a hot pocket in the other. “Stupid frozen dinners! Even my cooking is better than this!”

Buffy ran through the front door with Willow in tow. “Sorry we’re late, Dawn! We brought pizza!”

Dawn threw them her most scowling look. “Not hungry.” Dawn tossed her half eaten lukewarm hot pocket onto the plate on the coffee table and sprinted up the stairs.

Willow pouted at Buffy. “It’s ‘cause I’m here. I’m sorry, so sorry. I’m gonna go.”

Buffy put her hand on Willow’s arm. “No, you don’t have to go anywhere.”

Willow began to choke back on her tears. “No, ya know, I think I’m gonna go visit my parents. I haven’t been around to see them in a while and maybe I’ll just crash there tonight.”

“Will, you don’t have to. . . she’s probably more pissed at me for not calling and leaving her alone, again.”

“No, Buffy, I think I need to go, just for tonight. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Buffy hugged her best friend. “OK, but you come home tomorrow, right?”

Willow smiled. “You bet. I’ll call you.”

“G’night.”

Willow picked up her knapsack and headed out the door. “Bye, Buffy.”

Buffy threw the pizza box on the coffee table and headed upstairs to confront and apologize to her little sister.

Cracking open Dawn’s bedroom door, Buffy poked her head inside. “Hey.”

Dawn was on her bed with her back turned to her sister. “Hey.”

Buffy sat down next to Dawn and put her arm around her. “I’m really sorry, I think I really need to put together a schedule so that we don’t miss each like this anymore.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Buffy knelt down in front of Dawn and took her hands in hers. “No. Not whatever. I am sorry about tonight and last week and every time I wasn’t there with you when you needed me. I am trying my best, I really am.”

Dawn felt really bad all of a sudden. She was being bratty and she knew it. Maybe she could come up with a compromise. “Buffy?”

“Yeah?”

“I know you’re doing your best. I understand really, but you can’t do all of it alone. The slaying, the bills, your friends, me. You, we, need help.”

“Well, Willow will be around more now that she . . .”

“Not Willow. She’s got too many problems of her own now. And Xander and Anya they have jobs and a wedding to plan. And Tara . . .” Dawn’s eyes misted up at the mentioning of Willow’s now ex-girlfriend. “Well, Tara, doesn’t need to be around all the time to be reminded of how bad things went with her and Willow.”

Buffy was scared at where this conversation was going. “Dawnie? You don’t want to leave do you? You’re not going to leave me to go back with Dad, are you?”
“No! I don’t wanna live with Dad. I want to stay here with you, I just thought that maybe we could ask someone else to help us out, ya know?”

Buffy was completely lost. “Who?”

“Well, I was thinking, maybe a few days a week, Spike could come over and hang while you’re out or . . .”

Buffy’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. “Spike? You want to have Spike be your babysitter?”

Dawn rolled her eyes at Buffy. “No! Not a babysitter, just someone to have dinner with or make sure I do my homework or just to keep an eye on the house when it’s dark out. You know, keep the nasties away.”

“No, absolutely not! No way!”

“Why? He used to take care of me all the time when you were . . . gone this summer.”

Buffy shook her head. “That was then. Things are different now.”

Dawn threw her hands up in the air. “What? What’s different now? Why are you so anti-Spike all of a sudden anyway? You two have been out patrolling together almost every night since you got back and I haven’t seen you yell at him or hit him, well, until last night. What’s going on with you two?”

Buffy was mortified now. How could Dawn pick up on this thing she had gotten herself into? “Nothing is going on with me and Spike. I just don’t think you spending time with an undead evil demon is the best parenting strategy I can come up with.”

Dawn started to pace. She wanted this; she wanted to have some of the security that Spike made her feel over the past summer. She wanted to feel protected, loved and above all not to feel so lonely all the time. “God! Buffy! What do you think he’s gonna do? He can’t eat me, he would never, he’d never let anything ever happen to me or you ever again. He’d rather drink a gallon of holy water before he’d let . . .”

Buffy raised her hands up in frustration. “Stop! No more! Dawn, you don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand! Tell me why the one person on this planet who has all the time in the world to spend with us can’t take care of me once in a while!”

Buffy didn’t know what to say. How could she explain that she’d given into Spike’s sexual advances and loved every second of it? How do you tell a fifteen-year-old that you’re scared to death of falling in love with another vampire? “Dawn. I can’t let him, I can’t let him just come in here and take over. He may have a chip in his head, but that doesn’t mean he’s changed . . .”

Dawn plopped herself down at her desk chair and started to fiddle with her new ring. She was pissed and wasn’t going to drop this subject, yet. “How do you know? How do you know he hasn’t changed? You weren’t there to see him after you died. He was crushed, just like the rest of us. He loved you so much and you don’t even care! God! I just wish that you could know what it’s like to be in his place for a change!”

A feeling of disorientation and dizziness passed over Dawn in a powerful wave. She shook her head and blinked her eyes a couple of times to shake the feeling off of her. When she looked up she was aware that her older brother, Spike, was about to blow a gasket.

“Damn it, Dawn! How can I put this? There is no way on this Hell mouth that I am going to let Buffy, Elizabeth the Bloody, Ms. Big Bad herself, become your stable female role model!”