We All Have Our Secrets - fic

[deird1]

Here's a three-drabble fic, originally written for the "hush" prompt at still_grrr.


We All Have Our Secrets

Two magic missiles into defeating the elf lord’s army, Warren noticed the monitor.

“Shh! Guys! Someone’s at camera six!”

They clattered over to Surveillance Pod L (otherwise known as the desk), and watched attentively.
“She’s going to the house, whoever she is.”
“Wait a second. I’ll zoom out.”
“Oh – it’s just the Slayer’s sister.”
They calmed down, but kept watching – she was kinda hot.

“That camera’s well hidden, right?”
“Of course it is. You think I’d put a camera where she could see it? ‘Hey Slayer, the local villains are filming you!’ I’m not that retarded.”
“I was just asking.”

* * * * *

Dawn opened the kitchen door tentatively. “Buffy? Willow? Anyone home?”

No reply. She smiled, relieved, and dropped her bag on the counter.
“Goodbye history class, hello sunny afternoon at home.”
She checked the fridge. Perfect! Leftover pizza and the tv entirely to herself. Cutting class had its perks.
She could hang out here for a couple of hours, leave again before anyone got home, and they’d be none the wiser. Perfect crime.

There was the sound of a door shutting, upstairs. Dawn froze.
“Hello? Willow? Are you in your room?”

Nothing.

Dawn shrugged, and went back to microwaving the pizza.

* * * * *

“What’s she doing home now?” Buffy whispered frantically.
“I’m no expert, but it smells like she’s eating pizza.”
“Shut up. And put some clothes on.”
“You can’t just kick me out.”
“Why not?”
“Well for one, it’s midday,” Spike pointed out.
“What if she sees you?”
“Let’s see. I’m in your bedroom, half naked. So that must mean…”
“Exactly! You’ve got to hide!”
“Sounds like she’s watching tv,” he grinned. “Which means she probably won’t notice any noise from this end of the house.”
Buffy relented. “Fine. But if she comes up here, you’ll have to jump out the window.”