Date: 2010-06-25 18:10 Subject: Ficlet - Doesn't It? Security: Public

"It's blood. It's Summers blood. It's just like mine. It doesn't matter where you came from, or how you got here. You are my sister. There's no way you could annoy me so much if you weren't."

Dawn contemplated that statement as she lay on her bed that night. She wasn’t completely sure if she believed it. How could Buffy still love her so much if she wasn’t really her sister, but instead this thing that simply was pushed into existence and sent to the Slayer because she could protect it. Also, she secretly wondered if the monks who made her could have possibly made her a little curvier so that the boys at school would notice her instead of Janice all the time. Of course, they may have based her off of a nun, so she was lucky that she wasn’t as anatomically correct as a Barbie Doll.

Why did Buffy love her, though? Was it programmed into her, and the rest of them, for that matter? What kind of magic creates memories like all of theirs anyway? She was curious about that. Of course, getting her hands on any sort of magical book that would tell her would be as easy as spinning hair into gold (do NOT think of Buffy reading her fairy tales to help her sleep while Mom and Dad were fighting in LA because it’s NOT REAL). She wished that she was real. Well, real as in had always been here, and not just for the past six months because of some monk like mojo put her here.

Even when Dawn was annoyed with her sister, she still loved her, though. Love wasn’t just a human emotion. No matter what Buffy may scream at him, Dawn could easily see the love in his eyes when he looked at Buffy when he thought that no one was looking. So, she could love. That made sense. If she could love, then maybe they could love her. It made as much sense as anything else. Maybe the love between them had really only grown in the past six months, but it was still there, and that’s what counted, wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it?

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