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This story is No. 2 in the series "Euclid Alone 'verse". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Dawn invites Colby to see her etchings...

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Television > Numb3rs > Dawn - CenteredchurkeyFR151489122,68814 Mar 1014 Mar 10Yes
AN: I've wanted to write this story for a while, but never had the time. Here it is at last. It is just a one off and hasn't been beta'd. I just wrote it, so if there are any really glaring mistakes, please let me know.


I don't own either Numb3rs or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I made no money from this story.


Colby was a little jittery on they way to Dawn’s place. Being invited to see etchings could only mean one thing and it had been far too long since he had had the opportunity to do that one thing. He found himself incapable of saying no, even though Dawn was much younger than him. At least she was an adult, right? Wait, just how old is she?

“Ugh, Dawn, I know a girl usually doesn’t like to be asked her age, but how old are you, exactly?” He gulped, when she smiled mysteriously and winked at him.

“Afraid of spoiling my innocence, Agent Granger?” Dawn quirked an eyebrow and gleefully watched Colby squirm.

“No, its not that, I just, um, want to make sure that Xander isn’t gonna kick my ass over this.”

“Over what, exactly, seeing my etchings? I’m sure he’ll understand. But, if it makes you feel better, you aren’t going to be breaking any laws,” the mysterious smile remained and it Colby did not feel even the slightest bit comforted. Soon enough, they were pulling into the parking lot of Xander and Dawn’s apartment.

Dawn led the way up the stairs and Colby’s fingers twitched at the sight of her ass as she climbed. He wondered if the elevator was broken, since Dawn lived on the fifth floor. When the reached her floor, he heard the distant ding of the elevator. Dawn only turned slightly to him with a smile so lecherous he was both aroused and disconcerted at the sight of it on her pretty, but very young, face.

“This my floor. Sorry about the stairs, but I find that it helps keep me in shape. I figured you’re a big, strapping guy who wouldn’t mind a little physical exertion,” again that smile and Colby suddenly wished that he had worn boxers that day.

As the entered the apartment, he noticed that Dawn ushered him in without an invite. Suddenly finding himself seated on the couch with a cold beer in his hand, he wondered if he was blacking out. Was everything moving really quickly? Was he slow?

“Here are the etchings, enjoy. I’ll be right back,” Dawn said as she planted a large artist’s portfolio is lap. He cautiously opened it and, lo and behold, it was filled with etchings. But the etchings were strange, full of devils and demons. People with agonized faces were everywhere. Colby was deeply confused. She really wanted him to look at etchings?

He heard a throat clear and looked up. Suddenly he was breathing heavily and feeling slightly panicked. Dawn was standing in her bedroom doorway wearing nothing but a few lacy scraps of what could only be generously called ‘underwear.’ She started walking backwards into the room and he was suddenly in front of her, pulling her close.

The End

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