Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Buffy a Match
Chapter 1: Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Buffy a Match
Summary: Dawn Summers, of course. At least, she’s hijacking control over the chapter on Buffy. A bit of fluff because I was in the mood. FFA non-romantic Dawn/Coop (Charmed) pairing
Disclaimer: Buffy? Not mine. Charmed? Nope, not mine, either. As if there was any confusion about that.
Warnings: Buffy through Season 7. Charmed through Season 8.
Timeline: Takes place after Chosen (Episode 7x22) of Buffy at an unspecified time (so far). +++
Dawn checked the last room. Empty. No one else was in the house except for her, a rare occurrence to say the least. It was now or never. She quickly walked to her room, immediately locking her bedroom door and pulling out the supplies she had been hiding underneath her bed.
After she had arranged them to her satisfaction, she took out the heavy book under her pillow. How perfect was it that she had found it a few weeks ago while she was cleaning the library in order to escape Buffy’s obsessive mother-henning of her? She liked to think it was kismet, really.
Flipping to the page she needed, Dawn began reading the words aloud as she mixed the proper herbs in her – er, Willow’s - casting bowl.
She supposed she shouldn’t be fooling with magic, but something had to be done. This was just ridiculous. Yep, the day of reckoning had come for those magical beings of love, otherwise known as cupids. She didn’t care if they really were babies with wings. She would show no mercy.
Maybe it could be seen as personal gain, but Dawn didn’t think so. Seriously, if this worked, everyone in the house would owe her. Hell, the whole world would owe her – and maybe a few other dimensions as well. After all, a happy Slayer made for a happy world, right?
Dawn finished the incantation and stepped back, waiting for the light show to begin. Sure enough, something began to materialize in front of her. It definitely wasn’t a baby. Nope, it was much, much better.
She eyed the tall and oh-so-sexy man now standing in the middle of her room appreciatively.
not what I expected,” she said with a smirk. “Though I think if any guy could rock the diaper look, it would be you. I’m Dawn, by the way.”
“I’m Coop,” the cupid said warily, taking in the way she was shamelessly checking him out. “Are you sure you really want to find your soulmate?”
Dawn snorted. “Please. I’m a little young to be worrying about that. Lots of oat sowing to do. No, I summoned you here for my sister,” she explained.
Now both of his eyebrows went up at this. “Okay,” he said with an amused grin. “She’s been unlucky in love?”
“Unlucky? That doesn’t even begin to explain that tragic love life that is Buffy Summers,” Dawn said dryly.
Coop noticeably flinched at this. He made a quick movement toward his ring, but Dawn was faster. Before he could do anything, she muttered an incantation under her breath.
Dawn was expecting something like this. Seriously, what were the chances that a supernatural being wouldn’t know about the Slayer?
Coop suddenly found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move anything except for his head. He didn’t panic, though, at least not until the seemingly bubbly, teenage girl began stalking toward him with a dangerous look in her eye.
“Sorry,” Dawn said carelessly, not looking sorry in the slightest. “But I need to make sure you don’t bail. I thought you might know who Buffy is.”
“What do you want?” Coop asked carefully. He had heard of Buffy Summers, alright, and her sister had every right to be angry.
Dawn gave him a tight smile. “Answers, buddy,” she said, poking him in the chest. “Does someone have it out for my sister? Why have you guys royally screwed her over like this?”
Coop winced. She may not be a Slayer, but she was really strong. And scary.
“We’ve never interfered with Slayers before,” he admitted. “There’s another power guiding them, ones that really don’t encourage love, at least not for Slayers.”
“Boy, are you behind the times,” Dawn smirked. “The rules have changed. I really don’t think you’ll have to worry about the PTB if you help me. If you don’t help me, though…”
She let her last sentence hang in the air.
“And why should I?” he asked. “Veiled threats and kidnapping aside?”
“Please, I’ve read all about you. You’re a Cupid. You love ‘love’. And if the most powerful Slayer in the world finds true love… well, let’s just say that there are benefits to be had by all,” she said. “Including all those she saves.”
Coop smirked. “And for you,” he said pointedly.
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Well, duh. Buffy’s just about a nun nowadays, especially after the last loser – Colin whatever. And she’s dragging me down the road of chastity with her,” she huffed. Then she bit her lip. “It’s not entirely her fault, though. She has, ah, major trust issues… with everyone.”
And part of it was her fault. Dawn knew they all hurt her sister deeply when they kicked her out of the house – her especially. So much for sister solidarity, huh?
Though Buffy claimed that all was forgiven and probably even believed it herself, Dawn could see that there was a permanent scar over her sister’s heart.
While Dawn would defend the reasons behind
their actions to this very day, she now could honestly admit that they could’ve found a better way to do it. Whoever said hindsight was 20/20 was a freakin’ genius – in a completely annoying and patronizing kind of way.
Coop didn’t need to know all that, though. Just the bare bones. After all, it wasn’t his wound to heal.
“Besides,” she continued. “Wouldn’t it just make you the man among the cupids if you managed to pull this off? I mean, seriously, have you heard about my sister’s love life?” She gave him a frank look.
“I may have heard some rumors,” Coop said slowly.
Dawn nodded knowingly. “Yeah, can we say train wreck? And it’s not getting any better. Being a Slayer sounds awesome at first, but trying to find a guy who comfortable enough with his masculinity to handle that? It’s not exactly like staking vampires on a Hellmouth. Those guys are far and few between. I mean, c'mon, at this rate, she’ll be a prime target for a vengeance demon.”
That hit a nerve. Coop scowled. “Those vengeance demons really make a mess of things,” he said. “You don’t know how many people they’ve doomed when we could’ve fixed the problem – with zero body count.”
Bingo. Dawn waggled her eyebrows. “So, does this mean you’re in?”
A slow grin spread across Coop’s features. He did
like a challenge. “Alright. I’ll give it a try. But no repercussions if this doesn’t work?” he asked pointedly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Dawn said exasperatedly. She quickly muttered another spell to undo her first one that rooted Coop to the spot. “I thought you were the expert, though? You know, the best of the best? No challenge too big, no Grumpy Gus unable to love?”
He ignored this obvious baiting and stretched out his arms, glad to be able to move again. “So what would you like me to do? Go into her past to show her how to love again?” he asked.
Dawn let of a snort of disbelief. “Does that actually work?”
Boy, that was the wrong thing to say. Coop immediately got all defensive. Before he could say anything, Dawn quickly stepped in.
“While the whole Christmas Carol thing may work for some, it wouldn’t work on Buffy. She doesn’t like higher powers messing with her life,” she explained. At Coop’s amused look, Dawn rolled her eyes. “I’m her sister. Hardly a higher power. Besides, it’s, like, my job. But you? You may not be a little cherub with wings, but I’m sure Buffy will have you permanently singing soprano if she finds out you’re involved.”
Coop gulped. “That sounds… unpleasant,” he said. “Do you have any suggestions?”
He couldn’t help but smile at this; as if this girl wouldn’t have one. Sure enough, Dawn gave him a toothy smile.
“Have you ever seen the show, The Bacholerette?” she asked brightly. “It’s like that. Well, except that they won't all live in the same house together. That's a little too creepy, even by slayer standards."
Coop nodded. It seemed simple enough.
“Cool,” Dawn chirped, bouncing on her feet in excitement. “Okay, like I said before, definitely no one that has problems with girl power. We don’t want Buffy to kill him, now do we? Though an ability to handle himself around the supernatural is definitely a plus.”
She began pacing back and forth, thinking of the perfect man. “Maybe a little emotional baggage wouldn’t hurt. Not too much, though. We’re not looking for damaged goods here, just enough to keep it interesting,” she said thoughtfully. “And being a smartass is a requisite. I mean, seriously. Who else could handle the snarkfest that is my sister?”
“Okay,” Coop smiled, getting into this.
There were definitely a few people who fit the bill. And they had been giving other cupids headaches for quite some time now. Yeah, it would be good to get one of them off their lists. He would definitely get extra points if he managed to do that.
Before he got too ahead of himself, however, Dawn brought him back to reality.
“Oh, Coop? I forgot to mention the dealbreaker. Bad boy is one thing, but if he has the tiniest
potential to end the world, don’t even bother,” she said sternly.
Coop looked at her incredulously.
“You’d be surprised how often it comes up,” Dawn said dryly. Then she clapped her hands together briskly. “Okay, let’s see Bachelor Number One.”+++
So, what did you think? Too fluffy? Or just enough?