Chapter Two: What's Wrong With My Wife?
Waking Up To The Married Life: Dawn Summers-Scott
Disclaimers are on the first page of the first chapter
Chapter Two: What’s Wrong With My Wife?
Lucas Scott opened the door to the café, the familiar ting of the bell on the top of the door music to his ears. Inside were the customary sounds of the café customers enjoying their meals and chatting about their lives.
Lucas crossed the room to the counter where there was a very familiar woman behind the register giving a man his change. The man left, and Lucas leaned on the counter in front of the woman, “Hey Mom.”
“Hello Lucas,” Karen Rowe-Scott smiled, “Not that I’m not happy to see my eldest son, but why are you here so early? I thought you had a late game last night.”
“I did,” Lucas replied, wiping the sleep from his eyes, “Then I was watching Emy sleep for a while and I got ‘inspired’ so I stayed up even later working on my novel.”
“Oh honey,” Karen smiled, “Then why don’t you go home to bed?” Lucas sighed. “What, did you do something to make that wife of yours angry?”
“I wish I knew,” Lucas muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” Karen said.
“Oh,” Lucas shook his head, “Nothing. I just have to do something. Could I have a cup of coffee, though?”
“Sure,” Karen said. She turned around, grabbing a to-go cup and the pot of coffee. As she poured, she said, “Hey, do you think you could watch your little brother tonight? Keith and I have that annual dinner to go too and the babysitter dropped out last minute.”
“I don’t know, Mom,” Lucas said, “Emy hasn’t been feeling good and I think Dawn may be catching whatever Emy has.” Karen handed him the coffee and he took a sip. “But I guess we could make it work.”
“Are you sure?” Karen set the pot back in the coffee maker, “Because if you can’t I could ask Nathan. I’m sure Haley and he wouldn’t mind.”
“I think it would be better if Nate watched him. I don’t want our little bro getting sick,” Lucas nodded.
Karen chuckled, “Okay then. I’ll call him as soon as I have a chance.”
“I’ll see you later, Mom,” Lucas said, pulling some money out of his pocket and placing it on the counter. His mother sighed. She always told him he didn’t have to pay because he was family, but he always did anyway. He waved before going out the door.
Lucas sucked down the last of his coffee and rapped his fist on the door. A few seconds later the door opened and a short, perky blonde appeared. Lucas smiled weakly. Lucas could never understand how she could be so perky all the time. “Hey Luke, what’s up?”
“Can I come in, Buffy?” Lucas asked of his sister-in-law. Dawn’s sister Buffy Summers was very small, short, and blonde. She was strong-willed, brave, and very protective of her family and friends. She was also not stupid. She could see in Luke’s eyes that something was wrong.
“Of course,” Buffy moved aside to let him in. He crossed the threshold and she closed the door behind him, “What can I do for you?”
“It’s Dawn,” Lucas sighed.
“What about her?” Buffy raised her eyebrow.
“That’s the thing, I don’t know,” Lucas said.
“Just tell me what happened,” Buffy said.
“She woke up this morning and just, I don’t know, freaked,” Lucas waved his hands in frustration, “She acted as if she didn’t know who I was.”
“What do you mean?” Buffy asked, confused.
“When I went to bed last night, she was already asleep. I had a game to coach at the high school. Then this morning I woke up and she was acting weird. She was screaming at me, telling me to get out,” Lucas said. Buffy listened intently, not liking what she was hearing, “So I did. I went to the café to get some coffee and came here.”
“Where’s my niece?” Buffy was curious.
“I left her at the house,” Lucas told her, “She wasn’t awake yet.”
“Lucas, if Dawn was yelling then she probably woke Emily up,” Buffy said, “And if Dawn really doesn’t know who you are, odds are she doesn’t know who her own daughter is!”
“Oh,” Lucas frowned, “I never thought of that. I actually though she was made at me for something and was just faking it.”
“No, I don’t think she would,” Buffy shook her head, “No matter how mad she was.”
“You’re the Slayer, you should know,” Lucas said. Only Lucas of the nine native Tree Hill people knew the truth about Dawn, Buffy, and their friends ‘supernatural’ extracurricular activities of their past. Dawn told Lucas about a year after they met, just two months before their wedding. Lucas had overreacted at first, unsure of how to handle it. Over time, though, Lucas had accepted it and respected his wife and her family.
“I was the Slayer, now I’m retired. You know that,” she reminded him.
“Whatever,” Lucas said, “She really scared me. I’ve never seen her act that way before.”
“I don’t think I have either,” Buffy said, “Did she mention me at all? Or Willow, or Xander.”
Lucas shook his head, “No, she didn’t.”
“Why don’t I go over there and check things out. Make sure Emy’s okay,” Buffy said.
“I think I’m going to stay here,” Lucas suggested.
“Good idea,” Buffy nodded, “I’ll bring Emy and Dawn here and we’ll go from there.”
“Thanks,” Lucas sighed, “I don’t think it’s anything major. I just want to make sure.”
“Yeah,” Buffy said, “Better to be safe than sorry.”