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Summary: After attempts to raise Buffy from the dead fail, Dawn is sent to live with her cousin.

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Marvel Universe > X-Men > Dawn-CenteredkirablackfireFR1323,1630154,2098 Jun 089 Jun 08No

the second part

Thanks for the kind reviews! I own nothing here but some of the plot that’s crashing two worlds together.

Willow faced a very angry Dawn over the kitchen table. Dawn was furious. She was also wearing Spike's duster over bunny pajamas.

"Dawn. This is the best thing for you right now. We can’t get a hold of your dad, and Scott can take better care of you than we can," she said calmly.

"I don’t care, I’m not leaving them," Dawn scowled, crossing her arms. Willow blinked.

"Dawnie," Willow said softly, "they aren’t coming back."

"You think I don’t know that?" Dawn spat. "They’re dead! And they’re buried and I won’t leave them. They’re my family," her lower lip trembled, "I can’t leave them."

"Oh Dawn," Willow said, "Please, I know it’s hard, but you have to let them go." Dawn slammed her fist into the table.

"I can’t just let them go. They’re my family. I’m made from them," Dawn said her voice thick with tears.

"Scott loves you," Willow tried.

"I thought you did. You and Xander, and Anya and Spike. Why do you want me to leave?" Dawn retorted.

"We do love you. But we can’t take proper care of you, and if you don’t go live with a family member, the state would take you away," Willow explained her heart breaking.

"I’ll run away. I’ll go live with Spike," Dawn returned, "The state won’t be able to find me." Willow bit her lip.

"Spike's leaving," Willow said softly. Dawn jumped, and stared at her.

"What?" Dawn asked, shocked, "Why?"

"He’s going to live and work with Angel. So he can help take care of you," Willow said, "He leaves tonight." Dawn began to cry.

"He can’t go," she sobbed, "I need him. How can he leave me? How can he leave Buffy?" Dawn asked.

"He leaving so he can help you," Willow said. Dawn began to sob in earnest, and Willow moved round the table and hugged her. Dawn clung to Willow and cried. Willow rubbed the small of Dawn's back, and rocked her back and forth. Finally Dawn calmed down and pulled away.

"I don’t want to leave," Dawn said.

"I know. I don’t want you to go. But this is what’s best for you," Willow confessed.

"Then don’t make me!" Dawn cried.

"If there was anything else we could do, I would do it. But you need your family," Willow said firmly.

"You are my family," Dawn sniffled.

"I know. But you need more than this," Willow said. Dawn finally nodded and stood.

"I’m going to go. When do I leave?" She asked.

"I’m not sure. He said he’d call when he had details,” Willow admitted. Dawn nodded and headed up the stairs.

The day sped by, Dawn stayed in her room, and Willow finished the details and sold Joyce’s interests in the art gallery. The money went into a trust fund for Dawn’s college education. Willow called a Realtor and asked about putting the house on the market. She made dinner, and called Xander and Anya. They were sad, but agreed that Scott was the best thing for Dawn. Neither of them offered to come by and say goodbye to Spike. The sun set, and Willow began to pace in the living room. Finally the doorbell rang around 10, and Spike sauntered in. He invited Angel in, and the two vampires came into the living room. Spike hugged Willow and then slipped upstairs. Angel hugged Willow. He’d come down for the funeral, but hadn’t stayed.

"How are you holding up?" Angel asked, awkwardly.

"I’m alright. I sold Joyce’s interests in the shop, and I’m putting the house on the market," Willow said, Angel blinked in reply. "Dawn's going to live with her cousin, in New York," Willow finished sadly.

"I didn’t know they had a cousin in New York. What about her dad? Doesn’t he want her to go live with him?" Angel asked.

"We can’t get a hold of him. Scott seems like the best choice. I don’t think the state would let her stay with me," Angel nodded at Willows explanation.

"Spike was worried about that," he said.

"About her leaving?" Willow asked, looking at the stairs.

"About her dad not caring," Angel explained, Willow nodded as Spike and Dawn appeared on the stairs and Dawn flew to Angel, to get a hug. "I’ll miss you," he said.

"New York’s really far away," Dawn said, "At least here I can call you whenever I want. Or you can visit," Dawn said into his shoulder. Spike came and hugged Willow again.

"You’re doing the right thing red," Spike said into her hair.

Willow nodded, "I know. It’s hard, but he can take better care of her. You can call her when ever," she said, Spike sighed softly.

"And we’ll go visit," Spike looked at Angel who was hugging Dawn, Angel nodded and Spike stepped back, "You take good care of my duster nibbit," Spike said to Dawn, who stepped back from Angel. She nodded at him, and swallowed. Spike and Angel headed for the door, and the girls followed them.

"We’ll miss you," Willow said for the both of them.

"I know. I’ll miss you too," Spike replied and Angel just nodded.

And then they were gone, the car backing out of the driveway, and driving down the street. Dawn waved, and cried into Willow's shoulder. When the car turned off the street Willow led Dawn inside and closed the door.

"Why don’t we order pizza," Willow offered, "Then watch a movie."

Dawn nodded and sniffed twice, blinking back tears, "Can I pick the movie?" she asked, tremulously. Willow nodded and grabbed the cordless phone.

"I’ll order the pizza. You pick the movie," Willow said. Dawn headed for the living room, and Willow quickly called and ordered a pizza.

In the living room, Dawn had picked Robin Hood, Men in Tights. Willow sighed, and joined Dawn on the couch. The movie started and soon they were laughing. The pizza arrived, and they ate. It was the longest Dawn had stayed out of her room since Buffy died, and Willow was enjoying it. When the movie was over, they both went to bed, tired, but slightly happier then they had the day before.

The next morning, Willow was on the phone with a Realtor when the doorbell rang. She put the Realtor on hold and answered the door. Facing her was a pretty woman dressed in a suit.

"Ms. Rosenberg?" the lady at the door asked. "My name is Lilah Morgan, I work at Wolfram and Hart, and I represent Mr. Scott Summers, concerning the custody of Dawn Summers." Willow nodded and stepped inside, daylight or not, she was not going to invite her in. Lilah laughed softly and stepped into the house.

"I was on the phone," Willow said softly, “I’ll just be a minute." She left Lilah standing and went back to the phone. She hung up on the Realtor and quickly dialed a number in L.A.

"Angel Investigations," came a chipper voice, one she didn’t recognize, "We help the helpless."

"I need to talk to Cordeilia," Willow said. The voice on the other end made a soft ‘eep’ noise and the phone was handed to someone else.

"I’m sorry, But Ms. Chase is not here at the moment," came a familiar British voice.

"Wesley, it's Willow," she said softly, looking at Lilah who had taken the initiative to sit on the couch, "What do you know about Lilah Morgan?" Wesley swore softly. "She works for Wolfram and Hart," Willow said, "And she’s here."

"She’s a greedy, money grubbing whore," Wesley said shortly.

"I know she’s a lawyer," Willow said, slightly annoyed, "Should I get Dawn out of the house?"

"Why is she there?" Wesley asked.

"On behalf of Dawn's cousin, for the custody thing," Willow replied.

"Well then, you’ve no problems. She’s being paid, so she’ll do her best for Dawn," he returned.

"Kay, thanks," Willow said, and then hung up on Wesley's next words. She walked into the living room and sat on a chair. Willow looked at Lilah and smiled, "so how can I help you?" she asked the lawyer.

"You understand that what’s best for Dawn is the important thing," Lilah said softly, "no matter how much it hurts to have her leave." Willow snorted.

"I called Scott. I brought up Dawn living with him. I know what's best for Dawn, and I am not it," Willow spat, "She needs her family, and since her father doesn’t seem to care that his ex wife and eldest daughter are dead, then Scott is the only choice," she looked at the lawyer, "I am not fighting this. I am behind it, one hundred percent. I handled the sale of her mother’s interest in an art gallery and had the money put into a trust for Dawn. I intend to do the same with this house."

Lilah nodded, "Good then this process just got a lot easier. You’ve been Dawn's primary caretaker since her sister’s death?" the lawyer pulled out a notepad and a pen.

"Yes I have," Willow relied softly, leaning forward.

"And you’ve contacted her father?" Lilah began making notes.

"I’ve attempted. I’ve called and left about 100 messages since Buffy’s accident," Willow explained, "I even contacted the LAPD, in the hopes that they could help us find him." She sighed, "They’ve found no sign of him."

"When did you contact Scott Summers?" Lilah asked.

"Two days ago," Willow said with a sigh, "that’s when I found out about him."

The lawyer frowned and looked at her, stopping her writing. "Can you explain that?" Lilah asked.

"Well I’d never heard of any other relatives, and Buffy didn’t mention him when Joyce died. There was no mention of him in the will, and then I saw a picture of him, Dawn and Buffy. It said Cousin Scott. So I went through Joyce's address book again, and I didn’t find anything and I tossed it, and this piece of paper, fluttered out. It had Scotts name and number on it. So I called him," Willow said with a wry grin.

"Well, that certainly brings us up to date. Now is the k... is Dawn awake?" Lilah asked.

"What did you say?" Willow asked, angrily, standing.

"I asked if Dawn was awake," Lilah said, "I have a few questions for her."

"You almost said something else," Willow snapped, "You almost called her the key."

"Well yes, I did." Lilah said smoothly, "It’s after all, the name I first knew her by. To be assigned the suit, well it’s a delight to be able to say that I will be aiding the key." Willow growled, and clenched her fists.

"The key is sleeping," Willow said icily, "And I will not wake her for you." She waved at the door and it flew open, "You can come back some other time, when she will be awake." Lilah stood and smiled at Willow but Willow shook her head and pointed at the door. "Leave now," she commanded. Lilah left, but turned on the porch. She opened her mouth and Willow shut the door in her face.

End the second part.
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