She had a suitcase and backpack to live out of and a plan to ship any purchases ahead of her. Didn't Son of Sam think his dog was giving him orders from God? ”“Actually, I'm a special agent in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit,” he said.“No way! All stories posted remain the property of their respective authors; permission from the author is required to publish them elsewhere.
Most of her baggage had been shipped and would be waiting for her in Strelsau. “Religious iconography and delusional serial and/or spree killers.”“You know, I never thought about it,” she said, “but you could probably give a pretty long talk on that subject. Site code originally based on Storyline ©IO Designs 2002.
Jenny helped her move her feet out of the car, put them on the ground, then took her hands and pulled her to a very wobbly upright stance.“Can I help you, ma'am?
“I've got the baggage.”“'You take the blonde, I'll take the one in the turban,'” Dawn quoted and then giggled. “You might want to keep the luggage cart right in front of you, so you don't frighten anyone.”“Thankyouma'am,” the bellhop babbled and left a hole in the atmosphere as he fled.
Jenny turned her back to Dawn, brought her arms over her shoulders, crossed them, and then stood up straight, so that nearly all of Dawn's weight was on her shoulders. I'll try to be lighter.”“You're not heavy, Dawnie,” Jenny answered, carefully stepping one foot in front of the other. I'm sizing him up for sex.”The bellhop made a strangled noise and stared straight ahead.“No mating either,” Jenny added. Dawn had been sliding off into another stupor when Jenny returned and took her shoes off and began undressing her for bed.“Try not to torture the boys so much, Dawnie,” Jenny said.
The television was pointed towards the table where Jenny had a laptop set up. Her luggage was piled up in the corner with her overnight bag open on the dresser.“Everyone okay? “You are already missed.”A cramp made her wince, and Jenny held her hand.
But QFU had popped up during a session of Wikipedia link chasing, and . Her seat was on the aisle, darn it, but it was wide, upholstered in leather, and as soon as she sat down, the attendant had a hot towel for her and asked her what she wanted to drink.“Uh . Then he noticed she was sitting nearly on the edge of her seat, hands clasped, and looking out the window.“Would you like to swap seats?
Let's get you in to them.”Once properly attired for bed, Jenny helped her plump pillows, get comfortable, and brought her a glass of water and some more muscle relaxants.“Sleep as much as you can,” Jenny told her.
“I'll be right here.”As she slept, she heard the television at a very low volume and later Jenny made some phone calls, updating Giles, probably, and Buffy. ”“Thanks for doing this.”“I'm glad you asked me, Dawn,” Jenny said, and Dawn could hear the smile in her voice. She had very strange dreams, but that she wrote off to having recently met the incarnation of Dream and thus, having shown up on his radar, was getting extra attention.
And for the first time in ages, an empty place in her heart had stopped hurting and felt whole. Not the same one she'd started with, but one she loved all the same, and she knew – oh, she knew – that Jenny loved her with the same ferocity that Dawn's own mother had. Buffy was getting on with Jarod and his family, devoting herself to training the new Slayers and mapping out the Hellmouth in Cleveland. So did Xander, though his was more domestic than anything he'd ever have guessed or asked for. When Giles had made noises about QFU, Jenny had stepped in and stood up for her. If she'd stayed in Sunnydale after Angelus was disposed of because she had her own purpose there. Instead, she craned her neck to look out the window just past his elbow. ”“We'll be over the Atlantic for the most part, but even that can be interesting, considering the altitude we'll get to. All donations are used to provide the service; no profits are made by the site owners, developers, or authors from publishing works on this site.
She and Jenny had said goodbye in the car and at the baggage check. She knew, objectively, that while her mom would have minded hearing Dawn call another woman 'Mom', she would have put that aside and told Dawn to do what she needed to be happy. She wondered if Jenny had gone through the same thing, if she'd been relieved to step away from her role as a daughter of the Kalderash clan, the keeper of the Angelus curse. He was intently studying pictures and making notes on a pad of paper, but he was angled just enough towards her that she couldn't see the content. ”“Actually,” Spencer answered, warming to his topic, “David Berkowitz believed a demon possessed his dog, but it does fall into the same category.”“Are you in academics? Any trade marks that appear on the site are used without permission and remain the property of their respective owners.
” K asked her.“Oh, fine,” Dawn answered, looking in her bag for her medication. You know how it goes.”“Smallpox doesn't exist anymore,” K said, pointing at her bandaged arm. On this world.”Dawn looked up at him.“I knew some people who went to QFU,” he said. One of them didn't talk about it unless she was drunk. The first leg of her flight was to London Heathrow, and she had two weeks before she had to report at QFU, so she'd decided on doing some touristy stuff. It lasted all the way up until the attendant shushed them for flight instructions.