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This story is No. 2 in the series "Slayer's Witch". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Dawn/Amanda (HL) ficlets and drabbles for the TtH100 (In assorted fandom arcs)

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Highlander > Dawn-Centered
Harry Potter > Dawn-Centered
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NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

Dismissed - Prompt #078 (Travel)

Disclaimer: BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon, Fox Television, etc. Highlander belongs to Panzer/Davis and a bunch of others. Charlie Weasley belongs to the HP collective's queen.
Prompt: #078, Travel.
Word count: 1,186 (31 of 100)
Note: This occurs immediately after Prompt #060 and is the last of the HP specific ficlets in this series.

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"You can let go now." she told him, tugging at his hand where it tightly gripped her shoulder.

Taking the hint, Charlie dropped his hand and looked around curiously. They were standing under a dim streetlight on an almost empty street. Across from them was the entrance to a muggle pub. Even if he knew enough legimens to get a destination from someone else's mind, apparating almost blindly long distances without getting splinched always came as a relief. Especially when the person giving directions had been hostile to the idea that he would need to read it from her mind.

"Wait here. I'll go get my partner so you can hand over whatever Dumbledore gave you and go home." She told him bluntly, as if expecting instant obedience. Not waiting for an answer, she started to cross the street.

"We've been traveling for hours. I could use a drink." Charlie told her, just one step behind. They'd been together for over twelve hours and she hadn't smiled at him even once. Even if he wasn't supposed to deliver something to her partner, he was not ready to let her out of his sight just yet. "And Professor Dumbledore told me to make sure you made it home safely."

"It isn't necessary." she grumbled. "I don't need a baby-sitter."

"You aren't home yet." Charlie objected. After they'd dropped off the car it had only taken him ten minutes to convince her that getting the location of their next stop from her mind wasn't going to allow him to see her deepest, darkest secrets. He was obviously getting better at talking with her. So he wasn't going to give up now that he was so close. Professor Dumbledore couldn't object if she said she wanted to see him again.

Her hostility seemed a bit forced to him. He didn't think she could really be objecting to his presence that much. Tonks would have cursed him by now if he were annoying her. Even Ginny would have been very vocal if she'd objected to his presence. Dawn was around Tonks' age. He'd always been good at charming her. Dawn couldn't possibly be any different he thought. "Your safety was entrusted to me and I won't leave until you are safely home," he added, hoping that would satisfy her.

Glaring at him over her shoulder, she pulled open the door and strode into the pub. Quickly following, he grabbed the swinging door and entered right behind her.

Annoyed, Dawn stomped into Joe's bar, ignoring her shadow. She didn't need anyone's protection and hadn't for a long time. Especially that of some testosterone soaked wizard. Maybe if she ignored him he would finally go away, she thought, forgetting for a moment that he was doing more than seeing her home. It seemed a little odd for Dumbledore to give him a message to deliver to Amanda and not her, even if she'd told Dumbledore to send their payment directly to Amanda.

Not sensing any other immortals as she neared the bar, Dawn looked around for Joe in the nearly empty room. He was sure to know if Amanda were in town or where she was. Amanda was expecting her and wouldn't have gone far without at least leaving a message. Spotting him at the other end mixing a drink for one of his regulars, she gave him a small wave and headed towards their regular table.

Ignoring the wizard man-boy following her, Dawn grabbed a chair facing the door and the rest of the bar, Adam's usual position. Slipping her coat off, she draped it over her chair, automatically arranging it to keep her sword in easy reach. After a year on her own, even the comfortable familiarity of Joe's wouldn't allow her to relax completely.

"It's been a while." Joe said, sliding a glass of her favorite beer in front of her.

"I've been busy traveling," Dawn said, giving him a small wink.

"Who's your friend?" he asked, glancing curiously at her companion.

Dawn shrugged, having already forgotten his name. "He followed me home. You can have him if you want."

"Charlie, Charlie Weasley." the redhead said, looking mildly disappointed at her comment.

"Not my type." Joe said, shaking his head. "What can I get you?"

"Anything English?" he asked hopefully.

"Guinness close enough?" Joe asked. "I have it in bottles."

"That'll do." He nodded, looking surprised as Joe took a seat across from Dawn.

"Have you seen Amanda?" Dawn asked Joe as he turned and gestured his waitress over. Before he could answer, Dawn felt the familiar tingle of an approaching immortal. "Never mind," she said, watching Amanda and Cassandra entering the bar. "Adam isn't in town, is he?"

"No..." Joe said, grimacing as his eyes followed hers to the door.

Spotting her, Amanda smiled and strode over to the table, Cassandra at her side. "A souvenir!" she said happily, Charlie blushing at the look she gave him. "You didn't have to!"

"I didn't," Dawn said dryly, her heart almost stopping when Amanda leaned over and gave her a hug. "Dumbledore sent him." she added, after recovering from the surprising gesture.

"Playing with wizards again, Amanda?" Cassandra asked, taking one of the remaining seats. Charlie shifted nervously under her glare.

"They pay well," she said. "Speaking of which..." Amanda turned back to Dawn.

"I told him to pay you," Dawn said.

"Why?" Amanda asked, pouting.

Dawn shrugged. She didn't think Amanda would understand that the money wasn't as important as seeing her for the first time in over a year.

Taking a gulp from the bottle that had appeared in front of him, Charlie dug out the small wallet that Dumbledore had asked him to deliver. "This is for you, from Professor Dumbledore." he said holding it out to Amanda who eagerly grabbed it.

"Ah... money." Amanda said, pulling an impossibly large sheaf of bills from the wallet. Grinning she started to count it. "Looks like you earned us a bonus," she said, finishing. "Where do you want to go to celebrate?"

"My own bed would be nice." Dawn muttered in a low voice, blushing when she saw Cassandra raise an eyebrow at her. "It feels like I've been traveling for days," she said loudly. "Somewhere warm with a beach would be nice."

"Want to come with us?" Amanda asked Cassandra. "And what about him?"

"He's delivered me into the bosom of my family," Dawn said. Literally, she thought to herself. "He even got a drink out of it. I think he can go home now."

Sighing in obvious disappointment, Charlie finished his beer. Standing up he nodded to the others at the table and headed towards the door.

"A little harsh?" Amanda said, as he disappeared through the door. "They don't make them like that much anymore."

"No thanks. Not my thing." Dawn said, finishing her beer.

"Ladies only?" Cassandra asked.

"Oh, why not." Amanda said, mock glaring at Dawn. "But this beach better be worth it."

"Sorry, Joe." Dawn said, laughing.

Shaking his head in amusement, Joe stood up. "I'll leave you to it then."

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