Feb 17, 2020 2:13 AM
Hellevi is the Vampire Slayer
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A loud buzzing wakes her up, shifting away dreams of death and graveyards.

"Buffy?" A familiar voice calls.

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Flynn wakes suddenly, instinct jolting her from sleep, and she looks around her room full of half-emptied moving boxes and definitely not her room.

"What the fuck is going on?" She whispers to herself, looking at her own body, which is the same, but also different. Stronger, muscular, and she doesn't have toddler hands anymore. 

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"Buffy, honey? Breakfast is on the table."

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'Who in the hell was that?' Flynn thinks to herself. When considering it, she decides the best way to get out of one of her vivid dreams is just to go along with it, but then again... Comfy bed. She snuggles back under the covers in the hope that when she wakes up, she's back home where she should be.

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A bundle of hair rushes into her room and jumps onto the bed.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!!!"

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Flynn flinches automatically, her heart racing in fear before she can wake up enough to recognise the fact that the person jumping on her is not her mother. What she does recognise is... Dawn? From Buffy? Okay, sleeping didn't work, time to play along.

"Woah, Dawn, chill out, I'm up, I promise," Flynn has a short thought about how much she sympathised with Dawn the few times she had watched the show and, on impulse, drags her into a sleep snuggle. "Oh no, the snuggle monster's got you!"

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Dawn giggles and tries to escape from the grasps of the snuggle monster.

"Buffy. You're gonna be late!"

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"Fiiiiine, but know I release you under protest," she does release her... little sister? And immediately jumps out of bed, just now categorising the lack of ache in her joints. "Shoo, I gotta get dressed, I'll see you out there, okay?"

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Dawn makes a face at her. "Like I wanna watch you get dressed anyway. I'll be all wrinkly by the time you're done," she says as she jumps at the bed and runs to the door. "Dibs on the bathroom!"

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Flynn calls after her. "You're lucky I love you."

Now that she's alone for the moment, she takes stock of exactly what's happening while she gets dressed, finding a black mini skirt and a simple burgundy tank to go under a jacket. While putting on boots, she notices her whole body feels a whole lot less injured than it was when she went to sleep last night, which is weird, considering her dreams usually include her ailments. And judging by the Dawn of it all, she's currently either dreaming or living Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Which is rude, and awful, and unfair, because she has an encyclopedic knowledge of Haven, and Charmed, and Bones, but she's always left obscure Buffy knowledge to her sister. In fact, she's not even sure she knows enough to survive. She quickly tests the strength on one of the heavier boxes.

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Easy as cake. She can pick it up like it's a box of tissues. A large, awkwardly balanced box of tissues. With a bunch of random room-stuff packed in it.

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"Well great, I guess the only thing to do is... carry on and hope Giles can help with whatever the hell is going on," with that, she exits the room and heads in... the direction of the kitchen? Hopefully?

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She's on the second floor. But there are kitchen noises happening down the stairs.

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"I made you pancakes," says a tall blonde woman when she enters the kitchen. She looks a little harried but smiles at her.

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It hits Flynn at that moment that she has a mother that isn't her usual one, and her heart clenches. So, on instinct alone, she moves to hug Joyce Summers tightly, burying her head comfortably into this soft, loving person she can have, even just in a dream.

"Thanks... Mom."

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Joyce is a little shocked but hugs her back.

"Are you feeling okay, honey? I know it's stressful, the first day at a new school, but you're going to be fine."

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"I'm actually feeling great, better than great, and you're right, I am going to be fine, because I'm going to make it fine. I promise." 

Flynn detaches and sits at the kitchen island to tear into the pancakes heartily. The more she experiences of this, the less she leans towards it being a dream, if only because this is actually sating her hunger.

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Joyce does not want to poke the hornet's nest, so moves on.

"Are you nearly ready to go? We need to drop Dawnie off at her school first. She's starting a little bit earlier today. There's a whole orientation set up. They were very excited to have her."

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"Which is what happens when you don't commit arson," Flynn naturally quips lightheartedly. "But yes, I just have to run back upstairs and grab my bookbag, which I left in my room like a goof."

She's now finished the pancakes in record time, cleans her mouth with a serviette, and stands to quickly rinse off her plate. She then runs back upstairs, using her new agility and strength to skip steps easily as she goes.

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Dawn is sitting crossed-legged on her bed when she arrives. She has a packed bag in her lap.

"I packed your bag for you," she says with a condescending tone.

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Flynn's instinctual reaction is, weirdly, very positive. "Thank you Dawn," she checks for notebooks, pens, sticky notes, highlighters, all the good stuff, and realises she doesn't have a book to read. Damn and double damn, but another reason to get to the library ASAP. 

"Come on, Mom was waiting on me to get going and you have orientation, missy, you can't miss that."

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"I miss my old school. My old friends. I hate living here."

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Sigh. "I know Dawnie, it sucks, and it is 110% my fault we're in this mess, but the best we can do in these situations is to make the best out of it. Make new friends. And on holidays, I'll see if Mom will let us visit Dad, and then you can see your old friends. But that can only happen if we make Mom's life easy," Flynn thinks for a moment on what would have appeased her back when she was around Dawn's age. "Here's a deal, you sit through today and do the best you can, and this afternoon, I will take you for ice cream right after school, my treat."

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"You can't bribe me with icecream." Though her tone suggests otherwise.

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"It's not bribing, it's..." She thinks hard for a good synonym. "Gratitude, for being the best little sister I could ever wish for."

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"You have low standards."

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