Making Things Perfect
by Rin
Almost There
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A/N: It's taken too long to put this up here, and I apologize. School keeps me down...what can I say? Also, about the chocolate chip cookies...slayergirl23, I'm allergic to chocolate, too! Nice to know I'm not the only one out there!!
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"Giles!!" Willow rushed towards the British man, and attacked him into a large hug with an audible thump. Buffy just stood back, and watched her overexcited girlfriend greet her father figure. The redhead had spent the previous night going over story after story with eager excitement that only she could get when describing things. After a while of giggles and in between story smoochies, Dawn had pounded on the wall, and yelled for them to be quiet, since she had to teach an early morning class. However, Willow just lowered her voice a little, and kept telling stories about her mentor. The excitement hadn't died down when they woke up that morning, and even at lunch in the redhead's office, Xander joined in with some of his stories about the stoic librarian.
Watching with loving eyes, Buffy couldn't help but smile at the way her girlfriend practically wrapped herself around the former librarian. 'She's just so cute when she gets excited...' When the hug was over, Willow wasted no time, and dragged him over to the blonde. Once they were there in front of her, Buffy watched the older man try to regain some of his British pride by positioning his glasses better, and clearing his throat before extending his hand to her.
"You must be Buffy..." The blonde took his hand, and noticed that there was something genuine in his eyes.
"That'd be me, which would make you Mr. Giles! Willow has spent two days practically recalling everything you ever did...from yelling at Snyder to dropping a pencil. If she wasn't marrying me, I'd be jealous." Buffy's smirk showed the playfulness that Giles had been warned about regarding his surrogate daughter's lover. There was a lot of things that he had heard about her from the redhead, and recognized that she was definitely going to be a handful for the redhead.
"Yes, well...it is very nice to finally meet you, Buffy. Willow has told me a few things about you, as well." They stopped shaking hands, and the redhead moved over, linking her arms between theirs, and pulling them along to the car.
"Only good things, I hope."
"Oh, I assure you." He smiled at the blushing Willow, and found it hard to retain his British stoicism; he just wanted to hug his dear friend again but alas, his upbringing didn't allow for it, and the three just continued on outside. Putting his bag in back, Buffy allowed him to sit up front, much to his protest, and she just leant forward in the middle on the whole drive to the Summers house. When they arrived at the house, the two girls gave him the two-cent tour, and helped him settle into the guestroom down the hall. Sitting on his bed excitedly, Willow still couldn't believe that he was really there. It had been way too long. "So...are you girls ready for the excitement this Sunday?"
"What's happening this Sunday?" Buffy sat down beside Willow on the bed, and kept her face neutral. The redhead just looked at her, face aghast, and Giles took a moment to ponder her meaning, until she finally started to laugh. "You should have seen your guys' faces. They were priceless."
"Not funny..." Willow mock pouted, and scrunched her eyebrows together for emphasis. Giles just continued hanging his tweed garments into the closet, and smiled at the genuine interaction between the two young adults. When Buffy finally called a truce with Willow, the two started kissing, until they were reminded of where they were when they heard the deep clearing of the throat. "Sorry Giles..."
"Yeah, sorry..." Giles just kept cleaning his glasses, and shook his head.
"Quite alright, girls. Now, move along. I'm afraid I'm still a little jet lagged, and need some rest. Plus, I believe you have some more planning to do for this Sunday." The girls nodded, and exited the room, hand in hand, and went to their own bedroom, where things were positioned everywhere. There was a pile of CDs in the corner that were meant to be taken to the Bronze sometime this week, their dresses were hanging on the closet door, airing out for the big day, and there were also bags along the wall for the honeymoon. Everything was in place, and they would just tell people that it wasn't so they could disappear from their excited friends, who seemed to be planning their futures for them. Faith was usually in the corner making out with Kennedy (which was awkward for Willow at first but was more than happy to see them both happy), so they really didn't have to worry about those two but it was Xander, Dawn, and Anya that were constantly at their toes about something. Anya kept mentioning the joys of motherhood, and the possibilities it could hold for them, and Dawn was with her in that boat, ready to be an aunt. Xander was constantly hounding her about the duties of a marriage, and the differences the union was going to make in their relationship. Mostly, he was warning Willow not to mention anything about the weight gain, which she only shrugged, and looked to Buffy for help.
It was times like these: the few quiet moments, especially the past few days that reminded the girls why they were going through with the ceremony. Doubts never crossed their minds but the whole hassle, and constancy of everything...it was unnerving, and they would be glad when it was all over, and they were just married finally. Cuddling together in the dimly lit room, the two girls just held onto the other, relishing in the warmth of the other's body.
"Giles is nice." Buffy started to stroke the auburn locks on her lap, while Willow drew small, gentle patterns on her midriff. "I see why you like him."
"Wait until you hear him sing. He is kinda sexy." Willow giggles when she hears Buffy's snort of jealousy. "It reminds me why I used to have such a crush on him."
"Okay...maybe you should marry him then." Buffy stops running her fingers through Willow's hair, and moved to get off the bed, forcing the redhead to get up, and watch her with a concerned look. She watched the blonde move to the window, and positioned herself to sit on the edge of the bed, and study her movements. Standing up, she moved to wrap her arms around Buffy's waist, and felt her girlfriend sigh when she leaned back into her.
"What's wrong? Do you not want me to..."
"No...no, it's me. I guess it's all just...I don't know...getting to me? I mean...in three days, we're going to be married. Never in my life would I have thought it was a possibility. Then, you happen to me, and all of a sudden, it's a major possibility...one that's about to happen, and I can't help but wish that my mom was here to see it." Buffy wiped the tears from her cheek, and just wrapped her arms around Willow's, pulling the redhead closer.
"I know..."
"I know you do, and I'm sorry I went all catatonic on you the other day. I guess it was just worse than usual. It's been almost seven years but it still hurts, and I still don't think I can protect Dawn." Buffy moved around in her lover's arms, and wrapped her own around Willow's waist, locking their gazes together.
"You can, and you do. Besides, Dawn's a big girl now. She's even dating...whatever he is...but the point is that maybe you don't need to protect her from the world anymore." Willow kept one arm around her waist, as she used the other hand to wipe the tears gently from Buffy's face. "I think maybe now is the time to show her the world instead."
"You're right...why are you always right?" Buffy faintly smiles, and Willow sifts her hands through blonde locks, pushing them behind her girlfriend's ears, and just smiling at her in response. "I need you, Will. You're my big gun." Again Willow just smiles, and kisses her softly on the lips as her hands move up her back, holding her in place.
"And you...are going to be fine. We're going to be fine. We'll solve this. We will. Don't
have another coma, okay?" Buffy chuckled slightly, and kissed Willow again, tightening her hold on her soon to be wife.
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The doorbell rang, and Buffy moved from her comfortable position in Willow's arms with reluctance, and went to answer it. When she opened the door, she just stared slack-jawed at the figure beyond it, and couldn't think of anything to say. Of all the times to show up, Spike decided that seeing Buffy actually pretend she was going to go through with the wedding would be his entertainment for the weekend. So, he rode down on his Harley, and wasted no time in torturing her about her dark past. It was all fun to him, and he had spent a year without having her call him for one of their many games, so he was also frustrated, and was determined to do anything to get into her pants again, no matter who he had to hurt in the process. She was his...she always came back to him in the dark, and he just assumed she always would. He wanted to prove that theory correct.
"Spike...what are you doing here?" Buffy's tone was icy, and Willow could practically feel the blonde tense from the living room, so she moved to her, and saw the bleach blonde on the other side of the door.
"Well, aren't you going to invite a chap in?" Buffy just rolled her eyes, and he took that as his invite, walking past them, and sniffing the air audibly, gathering the way the home smelled. "Red's been living here..."
"Yes...now what do you want Spike? We're kind of busy here..." He just looked Willow up and down a moment, believing that Buffy would spend the rest of her life with the redhead. He wasn't sure if that made him happy that the blonde had found happiness, or sick because that meant Buffy would never again be his...even though she never was to begin with.
"Right...well, you see...a little birdie told me that you two birds are getting hitched, so I thought I'd come down, and take in all the festivities." He just moved further in, and dropped his duffle loudly to the floor, once again sniffing the air. "Home sweet home..."
"This is not your home, Spike, and as long as you're under this roof, no funny business, okay?" Buffy pointed towards him, and he smirked at her mischievously.
"Wait! Buffy, he can't stay here!" Willow's eyes became saucers, and she shook her head furiously at her lover, trying not to believe that her soon to be wife would invite the one person that would cause more problems to the fold, and add to the already intense stress.
"I can't?"
"He can't? Why not, Willow? There's a cot in the basement; he's slept in worse conditions." Buffy turned curious eyes at her lover, suddenly wondering where the fright in the redhead's voice was coming from, and with disbelief that Willow would turn anybody away from the place without consulting her first.
"That's not the point, Buffy."
"Then what exactly is the point, Willow?" Buffy crossed her arms, and positioned herself to lean on one foot, eyeing the redhead with intensity. Her tone sounded a lot meaner than she had intended but seeing her girlfriend flinch, she suddenly felt guilty. 'Dammit, Spike...just...just...argh!'
"The point is...um, well...the point is that...Come on, Buffy, remember what happened last time he was here?" Willow's eyes and tone were pleading to her but for some reason, the blonde still had a bond with Spike, and although she knew where Willow was coming from with her logic, Buffy couldn't turn him down if he wanted to see them get married. He was a big part of her life, however twisted, and she wanted to share her moment of happiness with Willow with anybody that came along...she just couldn't say no to him.
"Look, Will...baby, it's okay. Nothing like that is going to happen. Besides, we're still together...so together, and even more together Sunday, so nothing to worry about whatsoever. Okay?" Buffy unfolded her arms, and made her way to rub Willow's forearms, relaxing the redhead slightly in her grip.
"Yeah...but I still don't like it."
"That's understandable...thank you."
"You're just lucky I love you so much."
"Yes, yes you do." Buffy smiled, and leaned in to kiss Willow sweetly, as Spike watched with a careful eye, taking notes on how to keep them apart long enough for him to do his thing.
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"Oh, hello. Who are you?" Spike looked up from his position on the back porch, and took the cigarette from his mouth, studying the man behind him by the closed kitchen door. Puffing out the smoke, he nodded that he saw him, and the man came to sit by him on the stairs in the black night.
"Name's Spike...who the hell are you?" Again, the blonde eyed the figure up and down, noticing that the man was considerably taller and larger in build than himself.
"Adam. I'm here with Dawn."
"Niblet, eh?" Adam's face took on one of confusion, and he cocked his head slightly to study Spike somewhat.
"What is a niblet?"
"Dawn...that's what I call her. So...little bit's got her a man now, eh? Aren't you a little old to be snogging in her cradle?" Spike placed the cigarette back into his mouth, and took another drag, keeping it in his mouth, while the smoke puffed from his nose.
"Well, she is an interesting young woman. Her sister, and that girlfriend...they are truly baffling."
"Oh, yeah? How so, mate?" Adam looked at Spike again, wondering who exactly this man was.
"Well, they seem to be in love but I do not understand how two women could do that. It doesn't make sense to me. It truly baffles me, and I would like to see them not get married this weekend. If they do, then that completely ruins the system that mother has created." Spike looked at Adam as though the man was nuts but still liked one aspect of the guy so far: he wanted to see the two lovers apart.
"And who is your mum?"
"My creator...she is what brought me life, and the chain should continue to grow as such. The chain would not continue properly with those two interfering. What would you say, Spike?" Adam looked to the bleach blonde, and Spike just pulled his cigarette between his fingers.
"I'd say you're bloody crazy; that's what I would say."
"Spike...hmmm...Dawn says that you and her sister once had a past together. Now, you cannot touch her. Being so close to her but not being able to give into your urges. I know what you feel."
"Not likely..." Spike just stuck his cigarette back in his mouth, as Adam stood up, and started pacing in front of him on the grass.
"You feel smothered. Trapped like an animal. Pure in its ferocity, unable to actualize the urges within. Clinging to one truth. Like a flame struggling to burn in an enclosed glass. That a beast this powerful cannot be contained. Inevitably it will break free and savage the land again. I will make you whole again. Savage." Adam stopped pacing, and noticed Spike was speechless, and the cigarette was dangling from his partially opened mouth.
"Wow...yeah. You're like Tony Robbins. If he was a big, scary..." Spike turns his head slightly, and takes another good look at Adam. He notices the broad body, and the way something was just unfitting with the man. "Frankenstein looking...You're exactly like Tony Robbins." Adam just stood there, non-fazed. "That doesn't explain what exactly it is you're helping 'me' with, though. I don't need any help, mate."
"You do."
"Oh?"
"The blonde...you want her back. I can help you. I will restore you to what you once were."
"Oh? What's that..."
"Her lover. The one she always turned to whenever things got too tough, and even when they weren't at times. I can see it in your eyes...that primal need to make her yours again. This wedding...it has you afraid that she will never be yours again."
"Well...what exactly do you propose then?"
"You can't hurt them, that would be too obvious. So, what exactly do you plan to do to break them apart?" Spike smirked, and looked up at Adam with an evil glint in his eyes.
"Not a blessed thing. They're gonna do it for me." With that, he stomped the cigarette under his boot, and turned to walk back inside, leaving Adam pondering in the backyard.
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"Buffy!! Buffy, wait!" Spike caught up to the blonde, just as she was running down the stairs to exercise. He had been playing stealth guy all day, making sure that Willow would see him with her, and that Buffy wouldn't notice the redhead was watching. So far, he had noticed the fumes that came off Willow every time, and when the other guests that day had arrived, he noticed how he could get Buffy angry, too. The little tree's friends from LA had arrived, and the Fred character that the blonde had extremely jealous of was constantly in the presence of the redhead. 'This is going to be easier than I thought...'
"What Spike?" Buffy started to tape her hands, and Spike just slumped down on the bottom step, watching her.
"Are you sure this whole wedding gig is for the best? I mean...this is a forever thing. You sure you're gonna last that long?" Buffy continued taping her hands, and just looked up at him from her task.
"There won't be a problem with that, Spike. No need to worry. Willow would leave me before I left her, and that would never happen, either." She finished taping her hands, and stretched a little, preparing herself for the workout.
"Don't be so sure there, love. She seemed a little more than cozy with Fred earlier on the back porch. You sure she's as sure as you are there, pet?" Spike looked up at her, testing his sensitive eyes, trying to act concerned, and noticing from the harsh punches that Buffy was throwing that it was working.
"What exactly are you saying, Spike? She and Fred are over...that's..."
"Was happening early this morning. You didn't wake up alone this morning?" Buffy thought about that, and realized that Spike was right but couldn't possibly have known that. Willow hated him, so there was no way they would have talked, and she hadn't mentioned it to anybody. She had woken up alone that morning, and the other side of the bed was even made, no longer warm from the redhead's body. This morning, she had just assumed Willow didn't want to wake her, and run to the store quickly, since they had made a grocery list of items that needed to be stocked for Dawn before they left Monday. Since there would hardly be any time to sneak away with all the guests around, Buffy just figured that her girlfriend went to take care of that. Now, thinking back, she remembered how the refrigerator was still missing those needed items, and she began to panic. 'Willow wouldn't...there's no way...then again, she did cheat on Tara...and almost slept with Fred when she was in LA that one time...granted we weren't actually together at that point, and I was messing with Spike...but still...Willow wouldn't...would she? No...a definite no.'
"I saw her this morning."
"When you first got up? Because you were nowhere in sight, and she was bloody outside with Fred, who seemed to be helping Red with the wedding kiss, if you get my drift there, pet..." Spike just watched as Buffy continued to pound even harder on the bag, and internally smiled at his success. Meanwhile, Buffy was a bundle of nerves. Normally, she would have no doubt but things were close to being perfect, and she knew that things would eventually be too good to be true. Why not two days before the wedding? Instead, she just kept punching the bag forcefully, trying to pull out all of the frustration and tension from her body that had racked up the last few days. The wedding really had her a bundle of nerves. She wasn't nervous about marrying Willow; no, she was nervous about screwing something up big time. With all of the preparations made, Buffy wanted the ceremony to be perfect; there was too much at stake if it wasn't. What she didn't know is that Willow would find it perfect no matter what, as long as she showed up, and said 'I do.' That's all that the redhead needed but the blonde couldn't shake the thought of her girlfriend forever thinking about their marriage as a disaster if the wedding was, too.
Spike just smirked, knowing that he'd succeeded, and moved his way up the stairs. 'She'll find me later...she always does...' Keeping the basement door open, he could hear the loud grunts from Buffy, and the pounding of the bag. Passing Giles, who was sitting at the island, he saluted him briefly before moving to the living room to watch his daily dose of 'Passions.' No matter where he was, he always made sure he caught his favorite soap opera.
Giles, hearing the grunts and bangs, decided to do some investigating, and found his way in the basement, watching Buffy punch and kick the bag with clumsiness. When she stopped, the blonde was panting for breath, and the sweat was all over her clothes. Turning around, she jumped a bit to find Giles there in place of Spike. It was like the British exchange. Wiping her face with a towel, and taking a long drink of water, she smiled at him, even though her mind was still reeling from the thought of Fred and Willow.
"If I may ask...what seems to be the problem?" Giles leaned against the wooden railing, and crossed his arms, studying her intently.
"Well...I was just working out, and Spike came down here." Buffy put down her towel and water, and started to punch the bag with a little less fierceness this time.
"Yes, I noticed that but what I was referring to was why you seemed to be putting more punch than needed into the bag." He motioned towards the bag with his head, and continued to watch as the blonde kept her focus on her punching.
"I was a little upset, I admit. Spike has that effect on me sometimes. I'm fine now."
"Funny. You still seem to be sloppy in your attacks. If you were a real fighter, then you wouldn't last a minute in a ring." She stopped, and took another drink before turning to face him again.
"I don't box."
"Yes, I know that from Willow but you are still sloppy regardless."
"Willow said that you were a trainer in your days...that you trained girls to fight when they had a free period at school. So, you partied with the students. Isn't that kinda skanky?"
"Hardly my idea of partying. I would much rather be at home with a cup of Bovril and a good book." She eyed him, and realized that he was just like Willow described him...even down to the tweed pants.
"So why did you train them then? If it wasn't to be all creepy older pervert guy?" Buffy laid down her water again, and cocked her head to the side slightly, already understanding why Willow was so comfortable with him. She just liked to tease him, and watch him squirm a little. She'd been doing that all day, and found it one of her favorite activities.
"Well...I wanted to be sure that the girls were able to defend themselves. Sunnydale is not the safest place to walk alone at night, or even in crowds sometimes, so I used my own training to aid in their safety."
"Yeah. There are lots of strange things that happen around here. I'm glad that you trained Willow somewhat, though. She's the best sparring partner I've had in years."
"Well, if this weekend is any indication, she will be for many years to come. She seems truly happy with you, Buffy; happier than I have ever seen her, and for that, I am grateful. You two are very much in love, and I'm honored that you would allow me to oversee the ceremony."
"No problem. It was Willow's idea, and I have a hard time denying her anything. After we compromised, you were the number one choice." He smiled, and Buffy went back to punching the bag again, while he stayed on, critiquing her method.
"Poor technique. Prioritizing, sub-par...if you were in a situation that required you to fight, then your execution would be adequate but a bit bloody for my taste." She stopped again, and shot an eyebrow up in question.
"Yeah...don't mention it." She smirked somewhat, glad that the man was comfortable enough to critique her fighting style.
"I'm not saying that your methods are without merit. It's, uh...y-you're spending too much time and energy. It should be kept simple." She thought about this for a moment, and nodded.
"Tell you what...why don't you help me out while you're here? I mean...Willow has a few moves that I can't seem to block, and I figure the best way to learn how is to learn from the source...where she learned them. So, whaddya say? Wanna train me? Pretty, pretty please?" She gave him a little pout, and he just nodded slightly, amused at her attempt to beg him.
"You needn't beg. I would have regardless." He moved over to her side, and positioned her hands differently, showing her a few new ways to position her arms.
"Huh...my trainer always showed me the way I've been doing it. Since I've never been in a real fight, I wouldn't know exactly whether it was productive but I can tell how this is better. It takes away a lot of the pressure in the forearms and wrists...makes it easier to punch. This is great!" She kept up her punching exercises, as Giles just watched her, smiling at her efforts to become a better fighter, even if she would never use the techniques learned. To Buffy, it was a great workout, and it always helped relieve her stress, which was something in an overabundance lately.
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"Buffy..."
"Willow..." The two girls entered the room later that night, getting ready for bed, and neither would look at the other. There were too many thoughts driven into their heads, and they refused to acknowledge the problems at hand. Instead, Willow crawled under the covers, clad in her flannel pajamas, while Buffy went into the bathroom, ready to brush her teeth. The redhead flicked the nightstand light off before settling in for the night, turning her back away from her lover, not wanting to deal with her thoughts concerning Spike. When Buffy returned, she settled under the covers, and turned her back towards the redhead, keeping her distance.
Finally, after several minutes of trying to find a comfortable spot, Buffy picked up her pillow, and started to make her way to Dawn's room. Before she could open the door, she heard Willow sit upright in bed, and she turned around, noticing the way her girlfriend's eyes sparkled from the moonlight that was streaming in from the window. Completely facing the redhead, she decided that now wasn't the time to let things fester, so she clutched her pillow to her chest, and waited.
"Where are you going?" Willow's tone wasn't whiny, nor was it icy. It was more of a flat nature, and Buffy couldn't read it. It was almost like the redhead knew something like this would happen, and just needed a verbal confirmation.
"I can't sleep."
"So, what? You think that sleeping someplace else is the answer? You could have said something...I would have gotten you some sleeping pills, or even sang you a lullaby, even if it did keep you up more than soothed you." Willow's brow scrunched together, more from admonishment than actual anger.
"Well...if you can find time enough away from Fred, that is...then, maybe I would have let you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What do you think it means?" Buffy moved forward a little in defense, and Willow kicked the covers off a little, sitting more upright.
"I think it means that you need to calm down because nothing is going on between Fred and I."
"I never said there was but apparently, you've thought about it some, or wouldn't have mentioned it yourself. So, what is it, Willow? Do you need to get your kicks in before the wedding? One last brouhaha before you're tied down forever?"
"I could ask the same of you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh...so you're copying me now, is it?"
"Well...out with it...what?"
"Spike..." Willow practically spit the word out, as though it were unclean, and a sin. She loathed even saying his name.
"Right...well, what Spike and I do is none of your business."
"That's just it Buffy!!! It is my business!!! We're getting married!!! That means commitment but apparently you can't seem to keep your hands off Spike every time he's around!!" Willow got out of bed, and stood at the side, non-verbally daring Buffy. Their voices were louder, and they knew that their guests could hear them but they didn't seem to care at the moment. They needed everything out of their systems. "So...how was it? Did he give you everything that I can't?? Is that what this is about??"
"I could ask the same of you...since I'm not Fred!! Do you just have a tendency to cheat on all of your girlfriends with her?"
"That's not fair!!! I would never..." Buffy threw her pillow at Willow, and it hit the redhead in the face. This caused Willow to just stare at her girlfriend with disbelief in her eyes, and her mouth open in shock. The blonde had actually thrown something at her; that had never happened before, and she didn't care...she had to get out there. Putting on her sandals in a hurry, she brushed past Buffy, and ran all the way to her old apartment, finding herself staying there for the night.
Curling up into a ball in her old bed, she wrapped the covers around her for protection. She didn't want to see anything, and was afraid that her girlfriend would come after her. Right now, Willow just wanted to be alone. Too much had been said, and Buffy had actually thrown something at her. Granted it was only a pillow but it was the principle of the situation. 'What if it had been something harder? What then?' The redhead just continued crying into her pillow the entire night, and she still hadn't stopped when the sunlight came through the skylight above her head.
A few blocks down, Buffy fared no better. The entire night, she stayed crawled into a fetal position in nothing but tears. She couldn't help but replay the entire fight. 'She never denied that something happened...she and Fred...they really...oh my god, I think I'm gonna be sick...' She kept hurling in her bathroom, and felt familiar hands wrapping her hair back from her face. Thinking that it was her lover, she relished in the comfort but remembering what had happened, she would just start to heave again. Sometimes things would come up, and other times...she would just sob into the dry nothingness that caused her throat to be sore. When she came back into focus, she noticed that Dawn was holding her tight, and rocking her on the floor gently, trying to soothe her. 'When did I become the one that needed this? Dawn really has grown up...'
Throughout the night, she was nothing but a ball of tears, and she kept having to switch sides on her pillow, trying to escape the wetness, and never able to fall asleep. When the morning came, Dawn had crawled into bed with her, and held her, soothing her to sleep. The younger Summers had heard the fight, Willow storming out, and Buffy's constant sobs, and just wanted to help. With it being so close to the wedding, emotions were frazzled, and anything went...she just needed to find a way to get the truth to surface, and fix things between her sister and her fiancée. The love and happiness there was too much to just throw away, and Dawn refused to let them to do just that. When the late morning came, the younger brunette decided that it was time to do a little research of her own.