I Will Survive...book 1 (Red nc17...B/W/F, An/Dawnie)

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I Will Survive
book 1
Red
Joss' folk.
B/W/F, An/Dawnie
nc17
Summary: What if Anya & Dawnie were the only survivors? Or at least, 
thought they were...
CHARACTER DEATH...way angsty...but a happy at the end.
Note: I have made Dawn 17 years old for Chosen...sue me.
Past in in italics.

+++++

Dawn stared out the bus window, completely numb inside. They were 
gone. Xander, Willow, Giles, Buffy...everyone but she and Anya, gone. 
No more being called nibblet...no more hissy fits over Hot Pockets, 
no more dear lords...no more waiting in line for the bathroom.
The hellmouth had closed in, taking everyone she loved with it. 
Everyone, but the ex vengeance demon who had drug her out as the 
walls caved in, the ceiling crashing down. 

One minute, a bringer was staring down at her with those alphabet 
eyes, sword raised and the next, he split in two, breaking apart to 
reveal the woman who had more or less, become a surrogate big sister 
to her over the past two years. Covered in blood, bruised, battered, 
Anya had pulled the youngest Summers to her feet and drug her quickly 
through what used to be the new Sunnydale High, shoving her onto the 
bus Robin had set up for the gang's getaway and, after waiting for 
any other signs of life, drove like a bat out of the hellmouth to 
safety.
And she was still driving...Los Angeles seemed to be the only choice. 
Angel was aware of what they were doing...of the big showdown at the 
Sunnydale coral. He would help them...he would understand why Dawn 
was wishing that she too, had been sucked into hell.
+++++

Buffy looked around as she skillfully avoided a falling pillar. 
Dawn...Xander...Giles...Willow...not that she wanted any of her 
people dead, but her mind processed those four names over and 
over...she had to find them.
Her heart split in two as her hazel eyes fell upon the only father 
she had ever truly known, lying in a pool of blood, his sword 
clutched tight in his hand. A few feet away, what was left of the new 
high school principal lay in a bloody heap.
The slayer shook herself mentally, shutting all emotions down as she 
made her feet move, leaping over rubble and corpses of evil, her eyes 
constantly searching for any signs of life. She came to a screeching 
halt as the man she loved as a brother stared up at her with his one 
eye, lifeless.
"Xander."

The single word choked her as no demon ever had and it was only the 
faint whimpering that pulled her attention away from her beloved 
friend. She knew that whimper...knew it all too well. It had haunted 
her nightmares so many times. The ones where she was always too 
late...the ones where she found more red than just  hair. The ones 
where she dropped to her knees, cradling the broken body of the only 
person she ever truly loved with all she had. 

The ones where she cursed herself for never telling Willow how she 
felt.
Turning, she saw her dearest friend, the woman she loved more than 
life itself, her Willow, staggering down the hall. 

She was bloody, holding her right arm, her face one massive bruise 
but Buffy saw the emerald eyes, the resolve face she loved so well as 
the redhead forced herself to keep moving, despite the deep pain she 
was in. It took Buffy less than a heartbeat to get to her, carefully 
scooping her up into her slayer arms and carrying her as more of the 
building came down.
Willow's eyes closed the moment she was in Buffy's arms. Knowing she 
was safe, the witch gave into the pain, the exhaustion the spell had 
given her and passed out. Buffy kept looking, her heart sparking with 
a small ray of hope. Willow was alive. She had watched Spike go up in 
flames. She had seen Giles, nearly stumbled over Xander, but at least 
Willow was alive. Could she be so lucky, so blessed to find her 
sister still breathing?
As she ran through the crumbling building, all hopes of that faded. 
She had to get out...no, no, she had to get Willow out, before they 
were sucked into the hellmouth. Had she not been carrying the 
beautiful redhead who had held her heart for so long...had Willow 
been among the lifeless she had witnessed...broken like Xander, blood 
drenched like Giles, Buffy would have stayed...lain down with her 
family and left this world once again.
But Willow was alive. 

She had to take care of her Willow.

Hitting the outdoors, the slayer kept running. She had no idea where 
she was going, how she was getting there, she just knew that she had 
to take care of Willow. That one thought consumed her mind, her 
heart, her very breath and she ran faster...stopping only when she 
heard someone calling her name.
Well...part of her name.

"B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Buffy stopped, turned around and saw her fellow slayer...the one who 
wasn't wet behind the ears, running at full speed.
"Shoulda known you two would still be here," Faith cracked, a grin on 
her bloody face.
"Talk later, run now," Buffy replied, taking off again.

The dark haired slayer nodded and followed as behind them, the town 
known as Sunnydale, became lower than sea level.

+++++TWO MONTHS LATER+++++

"Happy birthday, dear Dawnie, happy birthday to you!"

Dawn couldn't help but smile as she blew out the candles on the 
cake...her cake...her candles, all eighteen of them. She was finally 
legal. Something she had been waiting so impatiently for for so long.
It broke her heart that Buffy wasn't here to see it. Part of the fun 
of turning eighteen was being able to get in her older sister's face 
and rub it in how much of an adult she now was. Sure, she could do 
that to Anya, but it wasn't the same. Anya wasn't Buffy. Anya wasn't 
Willow or Xander or Giles. Anya wasn't even Anya anymore. At least, 
Dawn didn't think so, because the old Anya, Dawn never wanted to kiss.
"Happy birthday, Dawnie, you are now a very pretty adult."

The ex demon hugged her tight, her eyes closing as she took in the 
sweet scent of Dawn. A light fragerance of wildflowers and 
strawberries, mixed with the younger girl's natural scent...a smell 
that made the former patron of scorned women think not so innocent 
thoughts about her friend...her surrogate little sister.
Bad Anya!

She mentally chastised herself as she decided to remove her arms from 
around Dawn, smiling. pleasantly surprised when Dawn merely hugged 
her harder.
"Thank you, Anya."

"You are most welcome, Dawn." She finally did let go and Dawn 
reluctantly followed. Sitting back on the sofa, Anya smiled at her, 
then her smile faded. " I'm sorry that Buffy isn't here to see what a 
wonderful young woman you've become. I know she would be proud."
Dawn smiled at that. She'd never admit it, but Buffy being proud of 
her made her feel good.
"Xander would be proud of you, Buffy, too...for taking care of me and 
everything."
"We're family...that's what we do." Anya was quiet for a moment. "Do 
you wish we'd stayed with Angel?"
Dawn shook her head.

"No...he was nice, everyone was so nice...Fred, Gunn, Lorne was 
awesome...Wesley was nice...just....too many reminders."
Anya nodded her understanding.

"Everytime I looked at Angel, I would hear <i>deadboy</i> in Xander's 
voice, in my head. It made me all teary."
Dawn giggled, then stopped.

"Is it wrong, to laugh so soon?"

Anya pulled her into her arms and held her tight, stroking Dawn's 
silky hair.
"No, no, sweetie, not at all. They would want us to be happy...all of 
them would. Xander would want us to watch some, silly movie with car 
chases and Giles would want us to read every day and Willow would 
insist that we not fight or argue and Buffy...Buffy would want us to 
not cry. Not anymore."
Dawn rested her head against Anya, her blue eyes closed, a peace 
inside. This was the only place she felt safe anymore. This was the 
only place she wanted to be. And inside, she laughed at the 
irony...the irony that her safe place, was in the arms of a woman who 
had, at one time, been a vicious killer.
She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the woman she realized she 
loved...vanilla, with a trace of raspberry and the ex demon's own 
natural scent which, the younger girl discovered, was the best scent 
of all.
"I got you presents."

Dawn's eyes opened and she sat up.

"Really?"

"Well of course, it is your birthday and that requires presents." She 
reached over the sofa arm and came back with a bag. "There is one 
from me, one from Xander, Giles, Spike, Willow and Buffy." She gave 
the bag to Dawn, who felt her eyes tear up. "You may open them now, 
then we eat cake."
Dawn smiled, despite the tears now rolling down her cheeks and leaned 
in close to hug the ex demon. Instead of a hug, however, she found 
her lips pressed up against ones so soft, she wasn't even sure they 
were there.
+++++

"Buffy, make her stop."

Buffy didn't move her eyes from the television set.

""Will, if I come in there, you know what will happen."

Faith smirked at the redhead on the bed.

"Now, you gonna be nice and do your therapy? Or does mom have to come 
in and give her naughty little girl a spanking?"
Willow pouted and Faith smiled.

"I don't wanna. I'm too tired."

"Red, the doc said ya gotta do it twice a day or it's never gonna 
heal right."
"Can't we do three times tomorrow?"

"One...two..."

"I'm not a child!"

"Three, four..."

"You can't trat me like this!"

"Five...B!"

Willow pulled the covers over her head with her good arm.

"Faith," Buffy said, now standing in the doorway. "Why don't you get 
dinner started and I'll do the therapy for tonight."
Faith stood up and nodded.

"You got it., B."

Buffy waited til' her fellow slayer was in the hallway and added, "Oh 
and Faith?"
"Yeah, B?"

"Make sure the pillow is in Will's chair please."

Faith grinned and headed for the kitchen. Buffy smiled a second, then 
put her stern face on and uncovered her witch.
"Buffy, I'm tired." Willow whined, lips pouted.

It was all Buffy could do to not pull her witch into her arms and 
hold her. But the doctor had told them when she had treated Willow 
two months ago...therapy was essential if she wanted full useage of 
her right arm again. And they all wanted that. 

"Come on, Will...if I have to do it, you know it's going to be worse."

"Ok, ok, I'll do the therapy."

"Yes you will, after your spanking...come on, over my lap, you know 
the rules."
Still pouty, Willow crawled over the slayer's lap and sighed deeply. 
Why had she ever agreed to this? Oh,right, she had been outvoted, two 
slayers to one witch.  One thing she had learned from her 
relationship with the slayers, is never, ever, expect to win a vote.
Buffy smiled as she eased her witch's pajama pants down, her fingers 
gently caressing the beautiful ass she now called hers. Telling 
Willow how she felt had been easy. Of course, that was because they 
had just survived the destruction of the hellmouth...their family was 
gone, lost in the battle...they had faced the mouth of hell and won, 
but their loss had been heartbreaking. After all that...well, 
spilling your heart wasn't that hard to do. Especially when the one 
you love is spilling hers at the same time.
Buffy's smile grew as she remembered that night.

<i>They had finally stopped running. Faith had used one of her non 
slaying skills and boosted a nice car for them just in time, the 
ground below them sinking as the raven haired slayer drove like a 
nascar pro. Buffy held Willow in her arms, talking softly to her, 
soothing her, telling her how much she loved her over and over. 

Faith had known from the first I love you that her fellow slayer 
wasn't talking the best friend way. 

"About damn time, shit, B, this what it takes to open your freakin' 
eyes? Hellmouth breath?" </i>
Buffy chuckled inside at the memory, then brough herself back to the 
task at hand.
"Why are you being spanked, Will?"

"Because, you're a meany slayer."  *SPANK* Willow's breath caught and 
she winced. "Because, I wouldn't do therapy."
"And what happens when you won't do therapy?"

"You spank me."

"That's right...last time, it was one minute...what is it this time, 
sweetie?"
Willow's bottom lip trembled. "Two minutes."

"That's right." Buffy reaqched over and set the alarm clock for two 
minutes. "Ready Will?"
"No."

Buffy bit back a chuckle and began.


to be continued.....














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