Green Eyes (Blue Silk)Disclaimer:
Joss owns Buffy, Sherlock (BBC) was created by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss and is based on the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I write for fun, not for profit.Summary:
Buffy spends time to Dawn and discovers a few things. X in the Myffy Chronicles.Warnings:
Slash, nookie. A/N 1:
Spring Break is officially over. WAHHHHHHHHH!Green Eyes (Blue Silk)
“Hey, what about this one?” Dawn asked, looking over and twirling in a circle. Buffy eyed the dress she was wearing critically, ignoring the voice in the back of her head that sounded suspiciously like their mum saying it was too short. A bit low-cut and shorter than Dawn usually went for, it showed off her sister's long legs as well as highlighted her neck, thus drawing more attention to her cleavage.
“Nice,” she said. “What do you need it for?”
“I'm going out with Vi when she gets in town,” she replied. “She wants to check out the London club scene. I'm taking her to Koko's.”
“Is it just going to be you and Vi?” Buffy asked, straightening in the chair she'd been lounging in. She wasn't keen on that, especially after the last time.
“No,” Dawn made a face. “Rona, Natalie, and Rachel are coming with. I know better than to go out to a club alone, Buf.”
She nodded, leaning back in the chair again. Besides the demonic threats who'd happily try to get to Buffy through her sister, they'd found out about a month before Buffy had met Mycroft that human threats should be taken just as seriously. Leaving a drink alone at a table while you went to dance was not a good idea. If it hadn't been for Drusilla passing Dawn and the guy who'd roofied her in the street, Dawn could have been much worse off than just drugged. The vampire seer had recognized the brunette as Spike's Niblet and had then killed the guy in full view of a police officer, who'd lost her when he gave chase.
Buffy still wasn't sure what she was going to do if they ever found the crazy vamp again. On one hand, evil. On the other....she'd saved Dawn because Spike loved her.
“What about shoes?” Buffy asked, shaking away her thoughts. She'd cross that bridge when she came to it. “Are you going for new ones or old ones?”
“I'm thinking new,” she said and then hesitated. “Buf?”
“You want me to help choose your shoes?” she asked, perking up. “I can do that!”
“Actually....” her sister hesitated again before pushing back her shoulders and staring defiantly at Buffy. “Mycroft owes me. Think you could use that shiny card he gave you to buy this and the shoes?”
Buffy's eyes narrowed. “How does Mycroft owe you?” she asked skeptically. Dawn wasn't looking at her. “Dawnie...what happened?”
“I...it was all John's fault!” she blurted out.
“If its John's fault, why does Mycroft owe you?” she pressed.
“Because if Mycroft had actually had the sex talk with Sherlock himself, I wouldn't have had to do it!” she replied heatedly. Her mouth snapped closed, cheeks heating up, as she turned away.
Buffy, on the other hand, could only gape. “The what?!” she finally choked out, thankful they were the only ones in this section of the store.
“I told John that he was dating Sherlock without the good bits, whether or not he wanted to admit it,” Dawn replied miserably, sitting down and not looking at her. “Sherlock then pretty much forced me to try and explain why sex is a component of normal romantic relationships. He honestly didn't know and that, at least, is all Mycroft's fault. He's Sherlock's older brother, you think he'd have fixed that by now.”
Buffy honestly didn't know what to say to that. On one hand, she couldn't see Mycroft actually discussing sex with Sherlock at all (hell, mom and her had both been beyond relieved—and horrified—to discover Anya had ended up giving Dawn The Talk; she couldn't imagine what it would have been like to do it themselves). On the other...the mere fact Dawn, who was probably half in love with Sherlock and John, having to explain it to the detective just...she resisted the urge to burst into giggles.
Instead, she took in a few deep breaths and pulled out her cell, firing off a text to her boyfriend before motioning at Dawn to go back into the dressing room.
“Alright, let's go get you some shoes,” she said, all business. Dawn looked up confused, no doubt expecting a lot more teasing. And make no bones about it, Buffy was going to get miles
out of this little story. Just not right now. Not when Dawn was still so embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Once the three of them got their act together and figured things out, well...
That was another matter entirely.
Besides, it wasn't like she didn't have way much more on her sister anyway. “So, what's this about you dancing in your kitchen to Britney Spears?” she asked once Dawn was in the dressing room. She heard a minor crash from inside and grinned. “I hear you do a mean booty-shake.”
“I do not!” Dawn exclaimed. “Who told you that?!”
“John,” she replied, watching the shadows under the door stumble.
“I'm going to kill him!” she heard her sister swear under her breath before she came back out with the dress over her arm and trying not to show embarrassment or anger. She stared at Buffy firmly. Or as firmly as one who was blushing could. “And you can't prove it; it's his word against mine.”
“No,” Buffy said smirking. “It's your word against John's video phone.”
Mycroft was going through files in his office when his phone beeped at him. He pulled it out, smiling when he saw it was from Buffy. Gonna buy Dawn a dress and shoes with the card cuz Sherlock waylaid her. Will explain what happened when I get home. xoxo BThat's fine, buy her what she'd like. MH
Even as he answered Buffy, he couldn't help but frown, curious about what his brother had done that had gotten to Dawn. Very little, so far, had phased her so it must have been monumental. He wondered if John knew...Any idea what happened between Sherlock and Dawn? MH.
It didn't take very long for him to get a reply and when it did, it did nothing to curb his curiosity. Trust me, you don't want to know.~~*~~
Stopping at Baker Street, Buffy decided to be nice and help her sister take her bags and things down stairs (they may have gone slightly overboard in the shopping for Dawnie—Mycroft really shouldn't have said to buy her what she wanted). It had nothing whatsoever to do with Sherlock and Dawn and The Talk.
“Bloody hell, Sherlock do you even hear yourself?!” John was yelling when they got inside. In front of her, Dawn tensed before pulling back her shoulders and moving forward, past the stairs upstairs and towards her own door. “You kissed her!”
Buffy's jaw dropped as she skidded to a stop just in front of the fireplace in the foyer. Dawn faltered slightly but continued into her flat. Buffy watched, eyes wide, as her sister fumbled with her door before fleeing downstairs.
“It wasn't...She said I couldn't make connections of the kind she was referring,” Sherlock's voice floated back down. He had to know they'd come in, even if John hadn't heard them; Sherlock's hearing was almost superhuman, which was something she'd discovered the hard way. It was wiggy. “I was merely testing her theory.”
“By kissing her?!”
“Yes, John, do keep up,” Sherlock said, sounding impatient.
“Wait a minute,” John said and there was a thump of what Buffy was pretty sure was John flopping down into a chair. “Dawn's theory, as you called it, was that kissing and...sex...between people who care about each other is more intense and means more than between people who don't.”
“Then that means you care about Dawn.”
“John, we hung up her ex-boyfriend from St. Paul's in his underwear, after getting him drunk,” Sherlock said flatly and Buffy almost fell over in surprise. She'd honestly thought that had been Spike, who'd been in town when Dawn found out about Mark's cheating. “Really, I think the fact she means something would be obvious by now. I do not suffer fools.”
John didn't seem to have anything to say to that and Buffy's hearing caught something. She looked over, seeing Dawn standing in the doorway of her flat and staring up at the ceiling with an odd expression. Past her, Buffy could see Mrs. Hudson peering out of her own flat, a bright smile on her face as the lady caught her eye. Buffy couldn't help but smile back, shaking her head in amusement.
“That's not the point, Sherlock,” John finally said and Buffy sharpened her hearing. “You kissed her.”
“You kissed Dawn.” She wondered if he realized just how jealous he sounded. Somehow, she doubted it.
“Sherlock...have you ever kissed anyone beyond her?”
Sherlock was suspiciously silent and it was only because of her slayer hearing she heard Sherlock's next words; from Dawn's expression, she hadn't caught it.
“I've only wanted to once before.”
John wasn't about to let that go. “When?”
Sherlock was silent and Buffy had a feeling that would be something the detective would not be answering. She didn't blame him, as she suspected the other time had probably been with John.
Buffy decided it was time to stop listening in and moved forward, calling out loudly, “Dawn, help me with these bags!”
Dawn came forward silently, face pale and confused, to take the bags from Buffy's hands. There was some sounds from upstairs, most likely John moving. His head appeared at the top of the stairs, staring down as Buffy poked her head to look up. “Hi John!” she chirped brightly, an innocent smile on her face. “Sherlock up there?”
“Yes,” he answered. He looked past her, at where Dawn was disappearing back inside her flat. He frowned.
“Hi, Sherlock!” Buffy called, internally smirking at the whole thing. “Call Mycroft!”
She always told him that when she saw him or ran into him; she'd taken it upon herself to try and get the brothers to at least talk more. So far, it didn't seem to be working very well. Sherlock didn't answer, not that she'd expected him to.
“Ma'am?” a voice said and Buffy looked over at where the driver was standing in the doorway. “If you're ready?”
“Yeah, give me a minute,” she said and he nodded, heading back to the car. One good thing about Mycroft's insistence that she use his car service, no worrying about keeping a cabbie waiting.
She quickly bounded downstairs and said goodbye to Dawn, giving her a look that said they'd be discussing what they'd overheard later. Dawn grimaced but she seemed too lost in thought for much else. Buffy smirked slightly and headed out.
“Bye Baker Street!” she called and closed the door behind her. ~~*~~
“So he kissed her?” Mycroft asked that evening as he got ready for bed. She'd already showered and gone through her own routine by the time he'd returned home. She'd been in bed, reading The Hunger Games
, the book her teammate Heather was so obsessed with. As he'd gone through his routine, having eaten at the office and just wanting to crash into bed, Buffy had related what Dawn had told her and what she'd overheard.
“He said it was to test Dawn's theory but honestly, I think he was lying,” she agreed. She watched, lips curving into a grin, as he came out of the bathroom, dressed in his pajamas. She knew some wondered what she saw in him physically—he wasn't the typical jock type she'd dated before—but he had a pretty good body for a desk-jocky.
And she wasn't about to get into the physical side of their relationship—he was much more dexterous and strong than one would immediately suspect.
“I mean, don't get me wrong,” she said as he slipped into bed beside her. “I can see him doing that but the tone of his voice...he wasn't being completely honest.”
She waited until he'd settled before cuddling into his side. He let out a sigh, wrapping an arm under her back and pulling her closer to him. Settling her head on his chest, she played with his shirt buttons, enjoying the way his chest rumbled as he spoke.
“I don't doubt that,” he agreed. “Perhaps it's for the best.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, craning her head to look up at him. He smiled down at her.
“No one person would be able to handle my brother alone,” he said mildly. “Between the three of them, perhaps they'll finally settle down.”
“Woudl you be okay with that?” she asked, studying him. “Sherlock in a threesome?”
“If it made Sherlock happy, then yes,” he said. “Why? Are you okay for it for Dawn?”
Buffy hesitated. She'd actually been thinking about it for a while and while she was sure where she stood, it wasn't the norm. And she did have concerns. “They're both older than her, John moreso,” she admitted. “She's happy, I get that, and you're right, that's all that matters. But I can't help but worry about...”
“The age difference causing problems,” he nodded. “A valid concern.”
“But Dawn's always been more mature than others her age,” she said, grimacing. “Comes with growing up as my little sister, I guess.”
“I think they're good for each other, they make each other happy,” Mycroft finally said after a moment of silence. He leaned down and kissed her lightly. “And really, isn't that all that matters?”
“Mmmm,” she agreed, pushing herself up a little to kiss him back, much less chastely. He groaned, hands tightening on her waist. “Good point. Now, lets not talk about our siblings, what do you think?”
And Dawn, Sherlock, and John were forgotten the rest of the night.