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Summary: I've come to figure out what happened here and to help those people that have gotten caught up in it. God help us all. (Dawn POV - series of Dawn ficlets for crossovers100)

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Television > Dark Angel > Dawn - Centered(Site Founder)JinniFR1564,192286,75013 Nov 055 Jan 06No

A Little B&E on the Side

Title: A Little B&E on the Side
Series: Post Pulse
Author: Jinni (
Rated: FR15
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things DA belong to Fox, et al.
Prompt – Broken – at crossovers100
Claim: Dawn
Wordcount: 955
Other parts of Post Pulse are found at


Willow owes me for this one.

Not only did she interrupt me when I was chatting with a complete and utter piece of male perfection – but she did so because she wants me to do something that is not of the legal variety.

Okay, so a lot of things that we’ve had to do since the Pulse aren’t of the legal variety. This is not the worst by far – after all, this so-called private-collector does not need the Stone of Sacrifice.

Willow does, though.

Thus, I’ve been tasked with grabbing it for her while I’m here because – coincidence of coincidences, it’s here in the same city I am.

Color me shocked, right?

And, alright, so I’m good at the breaking and entering thing. Just call me a natural. Willow gets too nervous. Xander is… well Xander is too clumsy. Buffy and Faith are too heavy handed. Andrew… well, let’s not even go there.

So, it’s me all the way. Lithe and graceful – that’s what I guess you could call me. I call it cat-burglar fitness.

I sigh, leaning over the ledge of the building across from the one that I need to be in. Nice, large picture windows. This is going to be a piece of cake. I guess. Something told me that it was set up to be too easy, but that was just typical Scooby paranoia at work – I hope, anyway.

Now, I could have done something daring, like somehow securing a rope to the other building and swinging down through the night to land on that itty bitty ledge outside the ginormous window that seemed to be for the living room.

But…no. First of all, that’s just clichéd. Secondly – I didn’t have any rope. Hell, I was lucky that I had any dark clothes with me, even. Wasn’t like I came here looking to do any extra-curricular gathering for the Council.

So instead I take the fire escape down to the deserted street below and cross to my target building.

You see, lucky for me, that picture window is also near the fire escape.

The metal is old and rickety and damn if it doesn’t make a million and one creaks as I make my way up to the third floor. I sigh, leaning my head against the cool brick.

I had doing this. I really do. A life of crime was never my plan. And, hey, its not my whole life, I know. Just one itsy bitty part of it. Still… the Pulse screwed everything up.


Entry to the apartment is accomplished by one of the few spells that I’ve been allowed to learn – a lock opener. From there, its as simple as sliding the window open and stepping inside.

No alarms, for which I’m grateful. No security at all – at least as far as I can tell.


Now where would someone hide the Stone of Sacrifice?

Then again, poor sap probably just thinks he got a great paperweight. I seriously doubt he knows he’s got a powerful mystical artificat.

So, with paperweights in mind, I go to the desk that takes up one full wall of the living room.

“Yep,” I whispered with a tiny laugh. He’s using it as a paperweight.


The stone is dull and uninteresting looking, though – can’t say I blame him for not knowing that its anything special when even I’m having a hard time believing it. If this is Willow’s idea of a joke, I’m gonna fill her bed with frogs.

“Well, well, well.”

I freeze. Not paying attention to my surroundings is one of those things that Buffy keeps saying I need to work on.

And, well, looks like she’s right. Because I didn’t hear anyone come up behind me. Not a single step or whisper of clothes rubbing against skin.

But, more than that – I think I recognize that voice.

I turn.


“In the flesh.”

I growl. Softly. “You followed me?!?”

He shrugged. “You seemed upset. Thought I’d offer a shoulder to cry on. Guess that’s not needed.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He moved until he was inched away from me, staring down in the moonlit darkness with his dark eyes. Laughing eyes.

“Gonna call the cops, then?”

“Hadn’t planned on it.”

He leaned in low and I jerked back a step, my butt knocking into the desk.

“Back off, perv. You think you can take advantage of me just because you caught me red handed?”

Smirking, Alec just shook his head. “I think I can take advantage of you because you want to be taken advantage of. ‘Least that’s what I was getting earlier before you ran off. The catching you red handed part is just… icing on the cake.”

Now, I did want him to take advantage of me. In the worst way possible. Except, you know, in the best way possible. The most pleasurable…

…and stopping that line of thought right now.

Problem was, when he said it, it just sounded wrong. “Lines like that usually work for you?”

“I’ve had no complaints.”

Oh, I bet.

But, damn if he wasn’t the most arrogant man I’ve ever met!

“Look – it’s been a blast, but I’ve got to go.”

Alec’s eyebrows shot up. “With the paperweight?”

“It’s not –,” I stopped and shook my head. Why tell him anything? “Yeah, with the paperweight.”

He shrugged. “Okay, then. We still on for tomorrow night?”

“Uh…” Well, why the hell not. “Yeah. See you tomorrow night.”

And as I made my way back to the hotel without Alec tailing me again and no cops as far as the eye could see, I had to officially admit that this might possibly have been the single weirdest night of my entire life.

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