BtVS Gen: One Fate-ful Summers Morning - FRT/PG - Buffy, Dawn

[snogged]

Title: One Fate-ful Summers Morning
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I do not. Please don't sue.
Rating: FRT/PG; domestic fluff, comedy, sisterly bickering
Characters: Dawn, Buffy
Word Count: 620
Summary: An “ordinary” morning at the Summers’ household. Set sometime during Season 2.

Beta Crew: angelskuuipo and velvetwhip (who also gets credit for the title). All other mistakes are mine.

Author’s Note: This was written for the “Siblings” round at multi_genfic. I was assigned to write for Kelsey who wanted Buffy, Dawn, bickering, chores, and borrowed clothing. She did not want death or boy talk.



It all started the day Joyce put the chore wheel on their refrigerator. Two circular bits of strategically arranged construction paper labeled with their names – Joyce, Buffy, Dawn – and held together with a brass fastener and a cheap plastic arrow.

"Step right up and try your luck," Dawn said jokingly. "Will you be dusting? Vacuuming? Doing the dishes? Taking out the garbage? Spin the wheel and learn your fate."

Buffy rolled her eyes and grabbed the bread out of the drawer. She undid the twist tie and popped two slices into the stainless steel toaster on the counter. "Ugh, don't do that. Carnies are creepy."

"Says the girl who spent the entire run of the annual Sunnydale carnival riding the Ferris wheel."

"Tell me, Queen of Logic, how did you go from that to me liking the carnies?"

Buffy folded her arms in front of her chest, waiting for Dawn's answer. It's not like her little sister would ever guess that the reason behind the multiple rides on the Ferris wheel had nothing to do with carnies and everything to do with decimating a swarm of stupid, flying Maltha demons (that were way worse than carnies…and slimier too.)

"Well, I…." Dawn started, grabbing the peanut butter and the hot sauce out of the cupboard and snagging a piece of freshly-toasted toast before Buffy's crazy-fast reflexes kicked in. "Whatever. I'm sure it's just a stupid teenager thing. Like all those gangs that do PCP in this town."

"Uh…yeah. Go with that," Buffy replied, not mentioning that those 'gangs on PCP' didn’t actually exist, but were instead centuries-old vampires who got shits and giggles out of painting the town red.

Dawn grabbed a butter knife out of the drawer and proceeded to slather on her crazy combination of ingredients. She took a huge bite of her concoction and a large glob promptly landing on the purple blouse she was wearing.

Buffy grimaced and did her best to suppress her gag reflex. In the last few years, she'd seen enough blood, guts, and gore to make a crime scene investigator lose his lunch, but her sister still took the cake for grossest taste ever.

"Ugh, how can you eat?”

“It tastes like Spicy Pad Thai,” Dawn said, shrugging as she wiped at her mouth with her shirt-sleeve.

“Wait…is that my shirt?"

"What?" Dawn's eyes widened and terror flickered briefly in her eyes. She waved her hands in front of Buffy like a T-rex on steroids, trying to distract her attention away from the stain. "Uh, no. This isn't your shirt. This is…my shirt…mom's shirt. Uh…this is not the shirt you are looking for."

"Nice try, Skywalker," Buffy retorted, lunging for her sister. "Take it off."

Dawn shrieked, dropping her toast on the counter and racing towards the living room.

"You don't want it back! It's covered in hot sauce…and peanut butter!"

Buffy chuckled, grabbing the chore wheel off the fridge before stepping into the living room. She stepped towards Dawn, forcing her backwards into the corner. Dawn's eyes darted around the room, searching for something to protect herself, but she couldn't bring herself to send the Tiffany lamp to an untimely death, so she lifted her arms up instead.

Buffy didn't make a move to punch her though. Instead, she spun the paper wheel and shoved it in Dawn's face.

"Looks like it's time to accept your fate, Dawnie."

Dawn glanced down at the construction paper and sighed.

Laundry duty.

Dawn gulped and a smile twitched at the corners of her lips.

"So…do you know how to get grape jelly and marshmallow fluff stains off a floral print skirt?"

Buffy's eyes widened as she let Dawn's admission of further guilt sink in.

"MOM!"

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