Aren’t You Grateful It’s Not a Bunny? - Room for One a Few More
Title: Aren’t You Grateful It’s Not a Bunny? Part 6/12
Pairings: G/Anya B/S with a surprise thrown or two in
Summary: Season 7 of BtVS with hopefully a Cary Grant like twist. The last chapter ended on a cliffhanger I hope you not too disapointed with the lack of action here.
A/N I’ve messed with canon. Only three potentials exists Vi, Ahn Cho and Amanda. Oh yeah no principal Wood. Either they never existed or they died horribly at the hands of the bringers whatever will make you happiest. I have my own take on why the First is all stirred up and how it gets taken down too.
Warnings: Romantic Comedy so expect schmoop and “fade to black kisses
Dawn’s screams had become broken sobs by the time Anya
and Giles made it to her room. Buffy was there with
her arms around her sister. “Dawn, are you hurt?
What’s happened?” Giles asked, but when he came closer
to Dawn, she flinched away.
“It's okay, Dawn, he won’t hurt you. I won’t let him
hurt you,” Buffy said. “It was the First again,
“It was Mom. And at first she was nice. She called
me 'pumpkin' and thanked me and all of us for letting
her visit. Then she said that Giles would kill me.
That my death won’t matter because to him I’m not
Dawn looked extremely vulnerable in her red and white
Mickey Mouse pajamas. Her face was blotchy from
crying; and, even though she was obviously on the
verge of womanhood, to Giles she looked horribly
young. The prior truth to Dawn's words made Giles'
stomach twist. In spite of his love for Buffy, he’d
always doubted he had any paternal instinct. Tonight
those doubts were obliterated. He held out his hand
and spoke softly. “Dawn, take my hand and hold on. I
want you to know I’m real. I’m just as real as you
are. Do you remember I said my vision was like a
photograph? You were in it and you weren’t fading in
and out. You were standing right between Buffy and
“Really?” Dawn pleaded.
“Really. I promise I will never hurt you. I’ll never
allow you to be hurt if I can prevent it.” When he
finished speaking, Dawn was convinced. She let go of
his hand and threw her arms around him.
“See, Dawnie.” Buffy sounded entirely big-sister, all
trace of role as surrogate mother gone for the moment.
“I tried to tell her that you said from now on it was
‘One for all and all for one,’ Giles, just like the
three mousekeeters, only with more of them.”
Anya was by the door watching all this, puzzling over
the fact that instead of being jealous, she felt
unnamable warmth and a little pride. When Giles agreed
that, yes, they were indeed the mousekeeters, Anya
figured it was time to break up the party. “Well, you
can either let me in on the group hug or let go of
Rupert. I want to have--" To Anya’s surprise, they
took her up on both options, and she was enfolded by
all three before she could finish her sentence. When
she and Giles got back to their room, Anya wondered if
she was a Scooby now, or maybe they were all some new
cartoon? Then Rupert put his arms around her again,
and they got so busy that she forgot to ask.
The next day Xander and Wesley were companionably
watching the Potentials train with Faith. Wesley told
himself that he was observing Faith’s fighting stance
and not her breasts. He quickly turned his attention
to Xander before he was caught. “You know, for some
reason I thought you were the one engaged to Anya, not
“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you leave a girl
at the altar. Somebody smarter than you is bound to
find her there.”
“God, I didn’t realize. What is it about Sunnydale? I
come back here and become an idiot again.”
“Don’t worry about it. The idiot in this village is
me. It’s funny--show me an apocalypse, hand me an axe,
and I’m in. Romance? Not so much,” Xander said with a
“Yes.” Wes nodded; he couldn’t say anything more.
“Hey! This isn’t cheerleading practice! You two stop
ogling and come over here and help out.” Faith's
strident voice broke into their respective self-pity.
“You need a punching bag?” Xander asked.
It was a good thing Faith didn’t blush considering her
history with both men. “ No, they need sparring
partners. You up for it? I’m sure you’ve picked up a
lot of experience over the years.” Faith was smug.
Some things didn’t change. Xander Harris might be a
little bulkier, but he was still cute when he
Xander was reluctant to tell Faith he’d never really
trained before, considering the last time she
volunteered to be his first time. Fortunately, Wes saw
his discomfort and said, “Stop shuffling, Xander; it’s
not all about form. I’m sure you’ve picked up enough
knowledge over the years to get by, or you wouldn’t
still be here. The girls can only benefit from your
help. If you want more formal training, you only have
to join in.”
Back in junior high, they had square dancing in gym
when it rained. To Xander, this was hands down proof
that school was evil, long before he knew about
vampires. When Buffy and Giles had shown up, it was
like some unseen fiddler had called ‘switch your
partners,’ and the only familiar dancer left had been
Willow. Xander hoped the fiddler knew what he was
doing, making that call again this late in the dance. Current Mood: creative