Life Can Be Crazy
Life Can Be CrazyAuthor:
I don’t own them; if I did I wouldn’t be writing fanfiction. Summary:
Ya know, I never thought my life would end up this way… (Dawn’s POV)Pairings:
None for now. Spoilers:
BtVS – The Gift. LVG - NoneWarnings:
I know, I know; not another
new fic! But hey! This one’s finished! It’ll be four parts, and I already have them all written and will be posting them every other week until they’re all up. There’s not really any Leverage in this chapter, that’ll come in next chapter. It's pretty short, but I hope you all like it!
Ya know, I never thought my life would end up this way. Honestly, I thought I’d end up involved in the whole saving-the-world thing until the day it killed me. And there was a time I thought that would happen when I was fourteen, but Buffy died in my place. It should have been me jumping off that scaffolding; it was my blood that opened the portal, it should have been mine that closed it. Buffy wouldn’t let me, though. Instead, she gave me a message for her friends, told me she loved me, and jumped. My sister gave her life to save mine, a little sister who hadn’t been anything more than a big, green blob of energy a year before.
So, with my sister dead and my mom having died already, I was sent to live with my dad. Why anyone ever thought that was a good idea, I’ll never know. Instead of letting me stay with people I loved, who loved me, I was packed up and shipped off to Spain to live with my dad and his secretary.
My sister had just died, my mom had died only a few months before, and I was being sent halfway around the world to live with someone I really didn’t like all that much. And I was fourteen and hormonal. Not really a good combination.
I tried to keep in touch with the Scoobies for the first few months, but after the first month or so, they stopped calling, then stopped taking my calls; they were ‘too busy.’ I kept in touch with Spike the longest, for just over five months. We lost touch after he left Sunnydale. He had stayed behind to help keep the Hellmouth under control, with Buffy dead and Faith still in prison, everyone thought it best if Spike stuck around to help. When he called to tell me he was leaving, I was shocked, especially once he told me why
he was leaving. They tried to bring her back. The Scoobies tried to bring my sister back from the dead. Who in their right mind would think that Buffy went to Hell? She died saving the world. I could maybe understand it if her body had disappeared when she jumped, but it didn’t. To this day, I refuse to believe that Buffy is anywhere but Heaven, with my mom. Luckily, Spike found out what they were trying to do and stopped them. And after verbally eviscerating them, he left, pausing only long enough to call and let me know.
Between grief and teenage rebellion, I ended up acting out quite a bit, as well as developing a slight case of kleptomania. Okay, so it was more than a ‘slight case’ considering that by the time I was eighteen I was routinely stealing anything that caught my eye. Add in the fact that I have a major case of ADOS (Attention Deficit Ooo! Shiny!), and well, let’s just say I have quite the collection. And that’s not including the stuff I sold.
As soon as I could, I moved out of my dad’s house. Not that he noticed. I moved to Italy and got my own place. I still own it to this day. Granted, the name on the deed isn’t ‘Dawn Summers’ but it’s still mine. I tried to settle down, stay in one place, but it just didn’t work. I started travelling; saw most of Europe over the next few years. I added to my collection almost every time I stopped, though, I sold most of the stuff I stole. Most of the things I kept were occult items; things that under no circumstances should they get into the wrong hands…Or the hands of the Watcher’s Council. I still don’t trust those guys.
When I was twenty-eight, I worked a job in L.A. It was the first time I’d been back to California since Buffy died. I stopped in Sunnydale just long enough to visit my mom and my sister, placing fresh flowers on both of their graves. I made sure I went early in the morning, when I knew the Scoobies would be safely tucked in their beds, sound asleep. After a few brief moments at each grave, I made my way to Los Angeles and the museum that housed the diamond and ruby necklace I was after.
Everything was going great. Too great, but I didn’t realize that until it was too late. I looked amazing, not too dressy, but not too casual, I smiled prettily, I flirted, I drank some champagne as I waited for the perfect moment to steal the necklace out from under everyone’s noses, and once I had it safely tucked into a hidden pocket on the inside of my leather jacket, I headed for the door and my escape.
And that’s when I ran into Nathan Ford again.
Well, there’s the first chapter, I hope you all liked it!