Disclaimer: I own no recognizable characters from BtVS, Prison Break or Supernatural and I make no profit from this work of fiction.
Please Note: If you haven't read the previous stories, you may get a little lost and I feel the need to point out to any and all that the pairings in this story are threesomes. While this particular one doesn't really get into detail with that, the other stories do, so please don't read if this idea offends you.
This is a short continuation of the Rules We Break Series and I'm not sure yet if there will be another, but I love the pairings in this series, so you'll most likely be seeing more eventually! Hope you enjoy!
Hot. She was so hot she was having trouble breathing. Blindly, eyes still shut, she reached out and gasped aloud when her hand touched what felt like molten flesh.
Dawn sat up, her eyes snapping open to find Linc beside her, his head tossing, face pained, apparently in the grips of a nightmare. Heat was rising off him in waves and sweat rolled down his skin. Behind her, Michael stirred, apparently disturbed by her sudden movements.
“Dawn? What-“ he started to ask.
“It’s Linc, we have to wake him up,” Dawn said, reaching out to try and shake him awake, but pulling back from the heat before she could actually touch him.
Wide-awake now, Michael sat up beside her and leaned over his brother, gritting his teeth and grasping Linc’s arm in a harsh grip. He gave him a firm shake.
“Lincoln! Wake up!” he shouted and Linc shot into a sitting position, eyes flying wide, chest heaving as he fought to get his breath and his heat under control. The air cooled notably as he calmed himself, closing his eyes to concentrate, as he’d been practicing. When it felt safe again, Dawn reached out and touched his face with her fingertips.
Linc turned his face into her hand while Michael got up and opened the bedroom window, releasing the last of the heat and letting in a cool breeze. Dawn slid her arms around Linc, pulling him in close and he rested his head against her breast, closing his eyes.
“Did I hurt anyone?” he said, when he finally spoke.
“We’re fine, Linc,” Dawn promised. “Are you okay?”
“Five by five,” he said, taking a line he’d picked up from Faith and Dawn sighed, unhappily.
“The dreams are coming more often now,” Michael said, leaning on the windowsill and Linc shot him a look. “Sorry, Linc, but it’s true. We need to get to the root of them so they’ll stop before the day comes when we can’t wake you up.”
“We know the root of them, dammit. They’re always the same. Kali’s on the altar and we’re all trying to get to her and the fire gets out of control and burns us all,” Linc said, pulling away from Dawn and getting to his feet, rubbing his hands over his face, roughly.
On the nightstand, the lights flickered on the baby monitor and a whimper came from the speaker. Dawn got to her feet but Michael motioned for her to sit.
“I’ll get her,” he said, already headed for the door.
Linc was leaning against the wall near the window, arms crossed over his chest and Dawn moved to stand with him. She leaned her head against his chest and he instinctively put his arms around her, holding her.
“It didn’t happen, Linc. It won’t happen. You could never hurt us,” she told him, but he shook his head.
“I would never want to, Princess, but the fire doesn’t care what I want,” he said, quietly.
Michael returned then, with Kali and Dawn stepped away from Linc and took the three month old baby, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand. Kali was already rooting for her breast when Dawn pulled her close and she latched on with a contented sigh. With a look of longing at Linc, Dawn sat on the bed. He read her easily and sighed, pushing away from the wall and making his way over to them. Michael was already there, helping her get situated against the pillows and then lying beside her. He took his usual position, sideways on the bed, his head resting on Dawn’s thigh, looking up at her as she nursed the baby. Dawn leaned out a little, leaving space between her back and the headboard and Linc slipped behind her, his legs stretched out beside her on the bed. Dawn leaned back against him, a ghost of a smile on her lips as he rested his chin on her shoulder and looked down at Kali. Her little fists were pressing against Dawn’s breast and she snuffled as she suckled and finally, Linc smiled, his fingers stroking gently over her downy head. They settled in, this unconventional family, relaxing into sleep and this time, when Linc’s eyes fell shut, he didn’t dream.
“It’s getting worse.”
Dawn rested her chin in her hand, staring at the computer screen as though it held all the answers. The girl looking back at her from the screen might not have them all, but she sure had a hell of a lot of them. Willow was flipping through papers and she looked up at Dawn through the webcam.
“We think we have an idea of how to help him, but it’s not going to be simple,” Willow told her and Dawn’s head came up.
“I don’t care how hard it is, Wil. We’re losing him. Just tell me what to do!”
“You can’t do it, Dawnie. We need another person, once with no power to take some of Linc’s energy into himself,” Willow told her.
“And what would happen to them? Would they have the same power? Pyrokinesis?” Dawn asked.
“We don’t know. It’s raw power, so it would be different with each individual, just like the initial spell.”
“But it would save Linc?” Dawn asked, and this time the thread of desperation in her voice was fairly obvious.
“It would take some of the power, make it easier to control. It should stop the dream fires, anyway, the accidental ones while he sleeps.”
“Those aren’t the only accidental ones, Wil,” Dawn said and she felt the heat rise into her cheeks. It was ridiculous, really, that she’d been with two men for over a year and talking about sex still made her blush. Frustrated with herself, she cleared her throat. “We haven’t been together since Kali was born. We tried, but… well, the bed caught fire.”
Willow’s eyes went wide and she looked flustered for a moment before she answered.
“Wow, well, yeah, it should help with that. Like I said, just taking some of this power out of him should make it all easier to control. Sam says he already has good control when he’s concentrating so once you did this spell, he’d be able to keep it in check all the time.”
“How soon can you get it here?” Dawn asked, feeling optimistic about the whole situation for the first time in a long time.
“I’ll overnight the book to you today, along with a couple of spell ingredients that will be hard to come by over there. Remember sweetie, you still have to find someone to take the energy,” Willow reminded her.
“I know. Thanks, Wil. I owe you one.”
Dawn closed her laptop and got up from the desk in the library. She made her way to the media room and found Michael, lying on a blanket on the floor with Kali. The baby had a firm grip on the fingers of one of his hands while he turned pages in his book with the other hand. Kali gurgled and drew his finger to her mouth and Dawn smiled, stepping into the room. Michael looked up as she sat down on the floor beside them.
“You look happy. What happened?” he asked.
“We found a way to help Linc, Michael, but I need your help,” she told him and Michael sat up, closing his book.
“Anything. Just tell me what to do.”
Faith sighed and stretched as she got out of the car. Dean and Sam shut the doors on the Impala and fell into step beside her as they made their way toward the house. It had been a three day hunt and they were all more than ready to be home. Faith was anxious for the shower room, her bed and, though she’d never admit it out loud, she wanted to see Kali.
The baby was a huge part of their lives now, especially for someone so small and while most of Faith rebelled against it, there was a part of her that wanted to hold her slight weight all the time, that wanted to cuddle her close and talk nonsense at her. And she did, on occasion, but only when no one was watching.
As they walked through the garage to the door, Faith glanced around and gave a disappointed sigh. The Mustang that was usually parked at the far end of the garage was gone. It was Linc’s car, one he’d restored himself, with a little help from Dean and it’s absence meant that Linc, Michael and Dawn weren’t home. That, in turn, meant that Faith’s guilty cuddle craving was going to have to wait until they got back.
Walking into the house and tossing their jackets and bags in front of their bedroom door, they made their way deeper into the house, splitting off at the main hall. Dean headed for the kitchen and Sam moved off toward the library, muttering something about checking his email and looking up a symbol. Faith paused outside the media room, frowning when she heard voices and the unmistakable coo of Kali. She slid open the door and Michael and Dawn looked up at her from a blanket on the floor.
“Faith! You’re home!” Dawn said, getting to her feet and throwing her arms around Faith’s neck. Faith returned the hug and pulled back, smiling a little.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m home, now gimme the squirt,” Faith said, reaching out and Michael was grinning, knowingly as he handed Kali up to her. The Slayer pulled the baby close, stroking a finger over the baby’s tiny hand until she gripped it in a surprisingly strong little fist. “Hey, squirt,” she said, looking down at Kali with a smile. “I see they dressed you in pink again. I’ll have to have a talk with your mom about that.” Kali blew a spit bubble at her and Faith looked up at Dawn, who was grinning at her.
“Missed her, didn’t you?” Dawn asked.
“Course not. Just gotta help the kid out, since you all insist on dressing her in Pepto Bismol pink. I found this kick ass store while we were gone and got her a bunch of black onsies,” Faith said and Dawn laughed.
“Of course, every kid needs a cool aunt to help her out,” Faith agreed. “So where’d Linc take off to?”
Dawn sobered instantly.
“What do you mean? I think he’s upstairs.”
“No, his car’s gone,” Faith said. “Didn’t you know?”
Dawn looked at Michael, worriedly. He was already getting to his feet, pulling his phone from his pocket and speed dialing his brother. He put the phone to his ear for a moment, then snapped it shut.
“Voicemail. He turned it off.”
“Dammit, Linc,” Dawn muttered, all but running from the room. She made her way down the hall and up the stairs to their room, Faith and Michael close behind her.
The note was on the bed and Dawn’s hands were shaking when she picked it up.Dawn and Michael,
I have to go. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t take the chance that you’d been in danger from me. The fire is getting harder and harder to control and someday we aren’t going to wake up in time. If anything ever happened to you two or Kali because of me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
Dawn, take care of Michael. Make sure he remembers to do the important things, like eating and sleeping and don’t let him spend all his time trying to find a way to fix this, to fix me. You know how he gets when he sinks his teeth into a problem.
Michael, keep them safe. Be a good father to Kali and when she’s old enough, tell her I love her. We both know that this power is going to kill me eventually and I’m not going to take you all with me when it does. It’s up to you now, to love Dawn and Kali enough for both of us.
“Oh, Linc, no,” Dawn gasped and Michael took the note from her hand, reading it aloud so that Faith could hear it. The Slayer swore and handed Kali to Dawn, turning on her heel and striding from the room.
“Faith, where are you going!?” Dawn asked, following her.
“To get my brother and drag his ass back here,” Faith said.
They found Sam in the library, at the computer and he looked up as they entered.
“I need a locator spell and I need it fast,” Faith told him and Sam didn’t hesitate.