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Cursed in Hollywood

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Dawn and Richard's Awesome Adeventure". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Not only did they hop an ocean, Dawn and Richard hopped a dimension as well! Can they find their way back home? Either home?

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Anita Blake > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: RichardDearestDrusillaFR1545,8892185,3867 Apr 1115 Apr 11Yes

Calm before a storm

((Okay, I'm going to start bribing people now. If Mhalachai updates her Dawning Light Series, I'll post the next work in the D&RAA. Likewise deathgeonous needs to update Prodigal Daughter. Like, yesterday.

If anyone wants to post some Cordy centered stories, that would be accepted too.))

((Thank you))


“The only thing I'll ever ask of you! Gotta promise not to stop when I say when! And she sang!”

Richard and Dawn were at a concert, enjoying the rest of their month in LA. The entire week after the rogue indecent had been spent in the hotel room, and the week after had been spent trying to teach Richard to surf while Dawn lay on the beach. They did of course go to Disneyland, how could they not? But two days ago Dawn had all but screamed when she saw the Foo Fighters were coming into town. Imagine her surprise when Richard had been just as excited -though quieter- and claimed them to be one of his favorites.

That was why she was sitting on his shoulders as they sang with the rest of the stadium.

It was perfect.

Richard's hand tightened on her thigh slightly as they cheered with the rest of the crowd. She was glad they'd gotten the age thing out of the way. Things moved a lot smoother now and Dawn could only hope that the rest of their journey followed suit. Hope, not the W word.

After the encore, the two filed out of the stadium with everyone else, still filled with adrenaline from their experience and no where near done with the night.

“So, what should we do now?” Dawn asked. They were walking down the street like a normal couple, arms linked and leaning on one another slightly.

“We could go to the beach,” Richard suggested.

“Richard, we're not spending our last night in LA watching you surf.” Tommorow night he would shift and they would travel to a new part of the multiverse. He kept hoping for one they surfed in, crazy boy.

“I'm getting good at it, but that's not what I was thinking.”

“Then what exactly were you thinking?” Dawn asked. “I'm not getting sand in my panties, we've been over this.”

Richard almost glowered for a second before shaking it off and pulling her closer. “I wasn't thinking that.” He really had been, Dawn could read the disappointment on his face.

~!~

“All in all, this was pretty nice stop,” Dawn said as Richard packed their things into the bottomless beaded bag. Where they'd gotten it from, Richard had no idea. He only knew that it would continue to fill so long as Dawn was anywhere near a shop and she had her hands on company credit.

“No, I don't have an idea of where we're going next,” Dawn continued into the phone. Speaking of company credit, she'd finally been coralled into talking to Angel; apparently he didn't know there was more than one office or that he had credit available to him in alternate dimensions. “Well I know that we got it in exchange for taking out a rogue lycan...no he was actually horrible, killing families and innocents. It was our duty to take care of it, divine justice and wolfness and all that.”

Richard could have laughed at what Angel said to that. Apparently no one had told him that Dawn was a goddess and Richard was a werewolf until he got the report from the office two days ago. “Well it's not my fault no one told you, I was kind of busy trying not to open portals to hell...oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean...I'm really sorry dad.”

The made Richard pause in his packing. What was that about? Either way, Angel seemed slightly surprised when she called him dad. The demon king must be getting all sorts of those lately. When Dawn finally hung up, he'd finished packing the purse and was more than ready to drive to Bronson Caves. Maybe he'd even run into the new pack of LA. The girls were keeping in touch with him rather well, running the pack with surprising efficiency and even considering buying a loft for the four of them.

“I think you changed their lives,” Dawn spoke, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking up at him. “You had that look on your face again.”

“My pack look?” he asked. Dawn had noticed his face change whenever he thought about lycans back home and more recently here in LA.

“Thats the one,” she nodded.

“Can't help it, I manage things back home. Classrooms, packs, apparently our packing...”

“I was going to help, honest.”

She totally wasn't. He didn't need to smell the lie to know that, the look on her face said it all. Humourous and sparkling, she was trying very hard not to smile and Richard was trying very hard not to put his Lupa on the bed. Oh screw it, he was-

“Faith?” Dawn asked as something dark, leather covered, and cursing flew through a wall into their room. The dust hadn't even settled before the dark slayer was on her feet.

“Hey D,” the slayer called out before running out of the room again towards a very tenticle-covered monster. Large and puce colored, the beast was convinced He would kill Faith and become a god to make mortals everywhere cower. Though, as Faith's sword bit into his flesh aagin, the two of them seemed to shift and shimmer out of existence leaving a confused goddess and lycan behind in a ruined hotel room.

“That was...very out of place.”

“A bit.”

It took a minute for them to realize what had actually transpired, eventually deciding there was nothing they really could have done about it. However, when they went to grab their things for their next trip, they realized something terrible had happened.

Faith and her demon had somehow absconded with their beaded bag of holding.

The End

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