No High Road HereDisclaimer:
Joss owns Buffy, Glee is owned by Ryan Murphy. I write for fun, not for profit.Summary:
New Directions may have been willing to take the high road, but a certain set of sisters were not. SPOILERS for “MICHAEL”Warning:
Spoilers for the last episode of Glee, Michael. A/N 1:
I was beyond upset with the ending of Michael, specifically in relation to Sebastian and the assault. This is my (crossover) version of a fix-it. Also, this has a plot bunny I had a while ago as part of the basic plot. It is NOT indicative of what will be happening in Vox Populi.
“I could call the cops or even your headmaster and get you arrested for assaulting Blaine with that slushie,” someone was saying as Dawn peeked into the auditorium. The New Directions, the kids Blaine adored, were on the stage with members of the Warblers. Only one remained in the seats, the Sebastian kid she was here for. She glanced at the two cops with her and made a move for them to remain where they were.
“All of this would be just awfully terrifying if you had any proof whatsoever,” Sebastian said and Dawn gritted her teeth at his utter belief in his superiority.
“You mean, like, you on tape admitting to it?” Santana, she thought it was, asked and Dawn almost lost it at the sarcastic grin she gave as she handed the tape over to Kurt. Blaine was right, New Directions were crazy and awesome.
“But, you know what, it wouldn't be as much fun winning regionals if you weren't there to suffer through all the agony of defeat,” he said and threw the tape at Sebastian. Dawn made a mental note to have the cops confiscate it.
“At least now all your teammates know exactly what kind of guy you are,” Santana said.
“Now get the hell out of my auditorium,” Artie said. “School's Out!”
And that was Dawn's cue. “Not quite,” she said, coming in. The groups all stopped at looked at her, including Sebastian. “I'm looking for Sebastian Smythe, I was told he'd be here.”
“I'm Sebastian,” the kid in the chair said and Dawn gave him the best Spike look she could muster.
“I'm Dr. Dawn Summers,” she said and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kurt start. She motioned at the two officers. “These are officers Perotta and Carmichael. They're here to arrest you.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Did I stutter?” she asked calmly. “Officer Perotta, if you will?”
“Sebastian Smythe, you're under arrest for physical assault of a minor, harrassment of a minor, and stalking a minor,” the man said, pulling out his handcuffs. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law...”
On stage, New Directions and the Warblers were staring, stunned, as the kid was handcuffed and read his rights. Dawn gave him a smirk.
“You did two stupid things Sebastian,” she told him. “The least of which was attacking a minor. You're eighteen, he's not. You might only be a year or so apart but its still kinda bad. Especially when you throw in the stalking. And yes, I know you paid one of the workers of the Coffee Bean to let you know when Blaine and Kurt would be there. I wonder, how do you think a jury of your peers are gonna take that?”
She ignored the affronted sound from Blaine's boyfriend.
“You have no idea who my father is,” Sebastian seethed.
“Oh, I know perfectly who your father is,” Dawn asssured him. “Problem is, he's not gonna be much help.”
“I'll have you brought up on charges!”
“Good luck, I have diplomatic immunity,” she informed. “Which leads me to the second part of your stupidity.”
“What's that?” He was starting to sweat. Good.
“Blaine Anderson is the son of Hank Summers,” she informed. “He goes by his mothers name for various reasons. Can you guess who Hank Summers is to me?”
There was realization there and she smirked. “The bastard's my father too. Which makes Blaine my baby half-brother. I'm very protective of my family,” she informed him sweetly. “So is our sister. You may have heard of her—Ambassador Buffy Summers, special adviser to President Bartlett.”
He looked worried. “Now you're getting it,” she said, glancing at the smirking officers. “Cause see, these kids might be willing to take the high road but I'm not. You're going to answer for your crimes, Sebastian Smythe, and there's nothing your father is going to do about it.”
“My father will take care of this,” Sebastian said with all the power of a little boy who believed his father would protect him from anything. His phone rang in his pocket.
“If I had to guess, that's him calling now to ask what the hell you were thinking,” she said, nodding at it. “Cause while I've been here watching you get owned? Buffy went straight to him, complete with her secret service detail, to deliver the paperwork for a restraining order and the formal charges.”
She waited a moment and once the horror filtered across his face, Dawn smirked and started walking away. She paused, just at the door, and looked over her shoulder at the officers and the frozen students.
“Oh, by the way, Officers? Don't forget to confiscate that tape in his pocket as evidence. I'm pretty sure you have probable cause.”
And with that, she walked out the door.