Try and Try Again: Oh, Hell!
by tamzinrose
*Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more* Negative Creep - Nirvana

“I want to see Buffy now.” Dawn whined for at least the third time in half an hour.

She was immensely bored, incredibly worried and wriggling impatiently on the hard, uncomfortable wooden bench, outside in the cold with the others. She also had suspicions that it was going to start raining soon, and she sincerely doubted that the cold damp would do anything to improve her mood.

Tara mentally counted to ten. She was quite patient and if even she was getting fed up of Dawn, she could only imagine how annoyed Xander was. He was way less patient than Willow and Willow was quite a lot less patient than Tara was.

Xander gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes. “Hey, here’s an idea. Why don’t you go buy yourself a soda Dawn?”

He’d missed off the affectionate ending to her name. Oops. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. Please just agree to the soda and leave. Or, alternatively, just LEAVE. Go away! Please just go! Why the hell you’re stamping on my last nerve, of which there is exactly a QUARTER, I don’t know and, frankly, don’t care!

Dawn sighed, resignedly. “Ok. Since I’m going…does anyone else want anything? Chocolate? Soda? Both?” She held out her hand to Xander in a clear gesture of give-me-your-money-now, highwayman style.

Thank the God of Pigs she didn’t notice, Xander thought gratefully, rolling his eyes to the heavens and scooping handfuls of money from his pockets to her open palm, frantically.

All hell would have broken loose if she’d noticed his mistake. She would have had the tantrum to end all tantrums, screaming and stamping her feet and sobbing hysterically. She would have gone mad. She would have turned into an actual demon, instead of just a moderately evil teenage girl.

Tara shook her head quickly. “I’m all right, thank you.”

“No, that’s ok thanks Dawnie.” Willow was so proud that she’d still managed to call the irritating little brat Dawnie.

It was like all of Dawn’s worst qualities had been magnified and multiplied by twelve. It was like she’d been possessed by an incredibly whiny and annoying demon.

“No, thanks.” Xander opted for short and blunt, instead of strangling her on the spot.

Although, dead Dawn was starting to be way more appealing than alive-and-resembling-a-clock Dawn. As in, the whole winding thing. Meaning, she was winding everyone else up. Wow. He was so peed off that even his wacky metaphors didn’t make much sense…

*Good sister, bad sister. You're different from the rest, sister* Good sister / Bad sister - Hole

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