Dawning Light Missing Scene: Snow Day
A Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake crossover
: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Anita Blake belongs to Laurell K. Hamilton. No profit has been made from this fic.Rating:
This missing scene takes place a few months after Dawn dropped into St. Louis.~~~~~
"You know what sucks about doing school at home?" Dawn asked, staring morosely out at the snow.
"What?" Nathaniel asked, setting down the laundry basket on the couch.
"No disaster days."
"What's a disaster day?" Nathaniel left the laundry and crossed the room to where Dawn stood by the window.
Dawn stuck out her lower lip in an angry pout, causing Nathaniel to hide a smile. She could be so cute when she was thwarted. "When a disaster closes school down. Like an earthquake. We had one of those back home. Well, sort of. Or the hail of frogs." Dawn poked at the window. "Now I don't even get a snow day."
Nathaniel glanced out at the early spring blizzard. When he was a child, a storm like this meant seeking warmth in the shelter, and usually having to turn a few tricks to avoid getting kicked back out. Snow had never been fun for him.
But Dawn... She loved it. Loved making snow men, loved tobogganing, loved bundling up and going for walks. Snow never failed to make her smile. Nathaniel would do anything to keep that smile on Dawn's face.
"You know what?" Nathaniel said. "I think it's snowing too hard for school work."
Dawn frowned at him. "But I do school in the dining room."
"So it's ten feet that way." Dawn pointed deeper into the house.
Nathaniel shrugged. "Well, if you want
to do school..." He broke out laughing with Dawn attacked him, pummeling him harmlessly with her tiny fists. He scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder, spinning around the living room until she cried uncle.
When he stopped spinning and let Dawn down, the girl staggered in place dizzily. She couldn't stop giggling. "Let's watch Indian soaps and eat popcorn all day!" Dawn suggested.
It was an odd thing to ask for, but Nathaniel had learned that asking Dawn for details on her previous life only elicited grumpiness. "Microwave or popper?" he asked, lifting Dawn up.
"Microwave!" Dawn bounced on Nathaniel's arm. "Then can we go wake up Anita?"
Nathaniel gave Dawn a look. "Only if you want today to turn into a real disaster."
Dawn grinned. "She won't kill me, I'm too cute."
Nathaniel shook his head. Dawn had only been their lives for a few months, but he couldn't imagine life without her.