Author’s Note: I’ve been thinking about writing this for the past couple of weeks as I’ve got more and more into FlashForward. This takes a couple of years after s8 (dawn’s in her third year of college), but as I don’t know how it ends, I’m going to try not to reference it too much. Any ideas/ criticism would be welcomed.
A not-so-vague Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy or FlashForward. All credit goes where it’s due.
Buffy sat opposite her younger sister in the coffee shop. She was visiting her at Berkley and, as conversations always seemed too in the days following the blackout, their conversation shifted towards their visions. Neither sister wanted to talk about them, but they both knew they had to. Dawn took a deep breath and started.
“I was lying in a bed, in a room that was like bathed in light. My stomach was hurting, pinching but I didn’t do anything about it, it was like I was used to it. And then a woman came in. I knew her, but I don’t know her, not yet anyway. She moved some stuff around my bed, crystals and stuff and then she looked at me, put her hand on my cheek and smiled, you know that smile mom used to give us when we were off sick from school? That ‘I’m here’ smile. And she asked me how the pain was. I gritted my teeth like I was going to lie and she shook her head and said something about draining the venom. We had to drain it again. And I moved backwards, trying to get away from her. Because I knew it would hurt and I just wanted to give it up. And then I woke up.”
When she was finished, she bit her lip.
“So I guess I’m gonna be sick, or whatever.” She sipped her drink before looking into her sister’s eyes. “What did you see?”
“I was in a diner, somewhere in LA I guess, with Faith. Weird, huh? And we were talking like we used to after we would patrol, y’know, before she went all psycho. We were in a booth and we were just joking around, Faith was doing her whole monologue thing, telling me about something one of her slayers had done and I was so happy. I was laughing along and it just felt right, like I had my friend back. But it’s weird, because we were never really friends. She finished her story and she was drinking this milkshake, looking over at me like we were flirting, and I was just giggling at it. I know, me, giggling. And then I woke up.”
“Well that’s a good thing, isn’t it? That you’re going to make up with Faith.” Dawn looked hopeful, and much younger than her twenty years.
“I wouldn’t put much stock in this whole vision thing, Dawnie. All of our research has come back inconclusive.” The blonde stirred her coffee, frowning.
“Is that your way of asking me to come to New York?” Dawn smiled.
“No, you have school…” Buffy began to protest but Dawn laughed.
“Weird time-visiony thing or my folklore degree? What’s really more important?”
“Then I guess I’ll get Will to come back from India, get the whole gang involved.”
“I’m part of the gang?” Dawn grinned and placed her hand to her heart. “All those years of researching and getting myself in trouble really paid off.”
“Oh, if I had known it was part of your master-plan, I’d have let you get eaten.” Buffy joked as she placed a couple of bills on the table. “C’mon, I’ll help you pack.”