A/N: I’m glad so many thought this would be an interesting story. LOL. This story won’t be very long, at least not as it’s looking right now. It’s merely something I’m writing while I wait for my computer to be repaired so that I can continue with my on-going stories.Chapter 1:Two weeks later, Cleveland, Council Headquarters
“You shouldn’t have written that letter Dawn.” The wicca’s voice was low as she looked at the young brunette in front of her.
“He deserved to know.” Dawn replied firmly, her face hiding her emotions.
“Why? She’s gone. And him knowing will only create problems. It’ll give him questions that we can’t answer for him. He’s a cop for crying out loud!”
“You know I’m right.” The redhead said calmly. “Hell, even finding him was wrong. I should have said no when you asked me.”
“I’m not a child.”
“No you aren’t, but you’re not thinking clearly about all of this!”
“Buffy would have wanted him to know. She would have wanted to find him.”
“Buffy is dead.”
“Don’t you think I know that?!” Dawn exclaimed heatedly. “You think I'd forget she was my sister just because she’s dead?”
“Dawnie…” The redhead suddenly sounded regretful, realizing how harsh her words must’ve sounded.
“Look there’s no point in arguing about this. It’s done, and there’s nothing you can do to change that.” And with those words Dawn walked away, leaving a mournful witch behind.TBC…