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Both Sides Now	By : addielogan Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Feeling any better now?"
Andrew asked as he walked into the kitchen.
Dawn swallowed the piece of bread
she had been chewing. "A little."
"Do you need anything?"
"No. I just feel sorta
blah." She held up a mostly-eaten piece of bread. "And I think this
is about all I can keep down."
"Ah, bread. Breakfast
of hung-over champions."
Dawn smirked. "Beats
raw eggs."
Andrew shoved his hands in his
pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Did Buffy say when she was
getting back?"
"No," Dawn replied.
"But you know how she gets when she's off with Morty." She bit into
her bread again.
Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Morty?"
"That's what I can him in my
head," Dawn explained. "'The Immortal' is so lame. Anyway, you know
how she'll just disappear with him for days at a time, never bothering to
call."
"They stay here a lot,
too," Andrew offered.
"I think I like it better when
they disappear," Dawn muttered. "Granted, I'd like to see Buffy a
little more, but I hate him. I don't know why she bothers with him at all.
Sure, he's all hearts and flowers now, but he'll drop her as soon as he gets
bored."
"Buffy knows that. She's not
looking for anyone to settle down with. Something about being cake batter, or something like that. She wants someone she can
just escape with for a while, try to move past all the
horror that was the last few months in Sunnydale."
"She's being
irresponsible," Dawn snapped. "She spent so long having to worry
about being the only Slayer that now that she doesn't,
she's just cutting loose, not carrying about anything else around her."
"Maybe she deserves it."
"And maybe she's being reckless!
Just because she's not the one and only Chosen One anymore doesn't mean she has
to behave like she never was in the first place. This guy�'The Immortal,'"
Dawn sneered as she said his name, "is trouble. He's not a good person�or whatever
he is. He's got an obviously shady past, and if she had known him before she'd
be all 'ooh, being with him is wrong.'"
Dawn sighed, eating another piece of bread before speaking again.
"Look at how she was with
Spike. He loved her�which Morty so
does not�and she acted like what they had was something to be ashamed of. But
now she's flaunting whatever it is she has going on with this�this�smarmy
bastard." Dawn frowned. "I'm still too hung over to come up with good
insults."
"So this is about Spike
again?" Andrew asked. His tone held a bit of nervousness, but Dawn didn't
seem to notice.
"I�I guess. Partly," Dawn
replied. "I didn't really give it much thought before, but yeah. Whether
the soul atoned for what he did or not, doesn't really matter here, but what
does matter is that she could so easily dismiss the wrongs Angel did, and now
this guy, but never Spike. He sacrificed himself for her, and she runs off with
someone like the Immortal."
Andrew shifted. "Maybe it's
good that she's moving on. And who's to say Spike would even want to be here
with her if he was still around? Maybe they would've gone their separate ways
like most everyone else did after Sunnydale."
"I didn't say she shouldn't
move on, just not with him." Dawn
finished her bread. "All this talking is making my head kinda spinny. Wanna watch some mindless television?"
Andrew decided he was perfectly
happy to let this subject drop. Discussing anything Spike related these days
was moving him towards dangerous territory. "Okay."
Dawn smiled and walked with him
into the living room.

***
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"Temple of Doom really is underrated as far as the Indy movies
go."
Dawn scrunched her nose as Andrew
held up the DVD. "Is that the one with Sean Connery?"
"No," Andrew replied,
rolling his eyes as if she had just asked him something completely ludicrous,
like if Quark was a Klingon. "That's the Last Crusade. This is the one with Kate Capshaw. It's the second in the trilogy even though it
comes first in chronology."
Dawn waved her hand.
"Whatever. Pop it in. At least Indy-era Harrison Ford is drool-worthy. And
I'm a fan of the hat."
"It is a nice hat. And the
jacket�" Andrew smiled to himself for a second before shaking his head and
focusing on the television. He started the movie, then
settled down on the couch, a bit of space separating him from Dawn.
Dawn scooted closer, wrapping her
arm around Andrew's and resting her head on his shoulder. Andrew froze for a
second before relaxing, letting Dawn get comfortable. He told himself that it
didn't mean anything that she was currently using him as a human pillow.
Friends did that all the time, right?
Indy had barely threatened Willie
with a fork when Dawn moved again, this time laying her head in Andrew's lap.
He stiffened again, all of his attention going to the woman who was squirming
around in an attempt to get comfortable. Dawn glanced up at Andrew. "Is
this okay? I needed to lie down."
As if he could
ever ask her to move when she looked at him with those eyes.
"Yeah, sure, it's fine," he replied, really hoping his voice didn't
just crack.
Dawn smiled and turned back to the movie,
moving her head a few times in a last move to get comfortable. Andrew took a
deep breath, eyes ahead on the movie.
It was going to be a long 118
minutes�

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There's an old saying, says that love is blind

Still we're often told, "Seek and ye shall find."

So I'm going to seek a certain lad

I've had in mind

Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet.
Dawn looked around, her brow
wrinkled in worry. How did she end up in a 1930's style nightclub? She looked
down at her attire. How did she end up in this dress?
"So you've chosen to go with
the baby snails tonight. A wise decision."
Dawn looked up, frowning when she
saw Andrew sitting across from her. He was dressed in a black tuxedo with a
white jacket, a red carnation pinned to the lapel. "Baby
snails?" She glanced at her plate. "I ordered the
chicken."
"Chicken tastes like baby
snails."
He's the big affair I cannot forget

Only man I ever think of with regret

I'd like to add his initial to my monogram

Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?
Dawn looked over at the stage, where
a woman who looked suspiciously like Buffy wearing a red, sequined dress was
singing. "What's going on here?" she asked Andrew. "Where are
we?"
"She doesn't know what she's
singing, you know. She doesn't know what you want. You don't know what you want.
She doesn't know what she wants."
"Huh? What are you talking
about? And why are you dressed like Indiana Jones?"
"She doesn't know who you are
either. She thought it would go away, but it can't. You can't make something
like that go away. Don't you know that? Don't you know anything, Dawn?"
There's a somebody I'm longing to see

I hope that he turns out to be

Someone who'll watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood

I know I could always be good to

One who'll watch over me.
"Andrew, what are you talking
about?" Dawn yelled. "Why are you saying these things? Where are
we?"
"You're not ready yet. We're not ready. You have so much you
need to find out, so much to discover before things can be like they will be.
You have to learn first." Andrew sighed. "It's going to hurt you. But
I'll be waiting. I'll wait until it's time."
Although he may not be the man some

Girls think of as handsome,

To my heart he carries the key.

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed?

Follow my lead, oh, how I need

Someone to watch over me!
"What will hurt? What do I
have to learn? Andrew, please, just say something that
makes sense!"
"Eat your snails,
Dawnie."
"They're not snails, it's�"
Dawn stopped, her words catching in her throat as she looked down to the plate
to see a large, brass key where chicken had been only moments before. It emanated
a strange, green light, and she reached out to touch it.
Dawn sat up with a start, looking around
her. She was in the living room, Andrew sitting beside her. She stared at him
for a moment. "Is the movie over?"
"Yeah. For a while now.
You fell asleep."
"Oh. Why didn't you wake me
up?"
Andrew stretched his legs a little.
"You looked comfortable." He didn't want to admit he'd liked watching
her sleep.
"You have a nice lap." They
both colored slightly at Dawn's words, and they turned away from each other.
"So were you having a
dream?" Andrew asked after a moment to break the silence.
"Yeah. It was weird. You kept telling me to eat my
baby snails."
"Huh?"
"I told you it was weird.
Buffy was singing on stage, and you were wearing the outfit that Indy had on at
the beginning of the movie."
"Did you eat the baby
snails?"
"No. There weren't any. It was
chicken. It was chicken, and then it was�" Dawn stopped, looking away
again as she remembered the rest of her dream. "Then it was something else."
"What?"
"I don't remember." After
another moment of silence, Dawn said, "Hey, I think my stomach calmed
down, and I'm feeling pretty hungry. Wanna go grab a bite to eat?"
"Sounds like a good idea to
me."
"Great. I'll get dressed in
something other than my grungy pajamas and we can go."
Andrew smiled. "I'll be
waiting."
Dawn gave him a sideways glance,
his echo of her dream startling her for a second before she shook it off and
went to her room.

***
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"What did he say the special
was again?" Dawn asked once the waiter left their table. "I totally
didn't catch that."
"Perciatelli
con le lumache," Andrew replied.
"Huh?"
"It's a kind of pasta with,
um, snails."
Dawn paled. "Snails?
Baby snails?" she asked, her
voice nearing a whisper.
"I don't know. I didn't think
to ask the age of the food� Are you weirding out
because of your dream?"
"Think about it�I have a dream
about baby snails and eating with you, and then we come here, and the special
is snails. Don't you think that's kinda odd?"
"A bit of a coincidence
maybe," Andrew said, "but I'm not wearing the Indy tux, and I'm not
going to insist you eat the snails. Besides, isn't Buffy the sister with the
prophetic dreams?"
"Yeah." Dawn sighed. "Just a
freaky coincidence then."
"Do you want to eat somewhere
else?" Andrew asked. "Someplace more, um, snailless?"
"No, this is fine. But I'm not
eating any baby snails."
Andrew smirked. "Got
it."

***
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Dawn sat with Andrew on the balcony
of the apartment, watching the lights of the Roman skyline at night. She leaned
her head on his shoulder, smiling softly at nothing in particular.
"I had a good time
today," Dawn said after a while. "Even if I did feel like I'd been
beaten by a sack full of bricks and then run over by a truck for most of
it."
"I did, too. Well, not the bricks
and truck so much, but the good time."
Dawn giggled, then
looked up at him. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, Andrew felt like he
couldn't breathe. His feelings for Dawn had always confused him, and the
current moment was no exception. Sometimes he thought he liked her as a friend.
Sometimes he thought maybe it could be more.
Right now he really wanted to kiss
her.
He leaned in slowly, giving her
plenty of time to move away. His entire body shook with nervousness, and he
knew that this had the possibility of being the biggest mistake he ever made.
"Dawn? Andrew? Either one of you home?"
Buffy's voice made Dawn jump away
from Andrew so quickly that he toppled over, falling to the ground. She didn't
look back at him, running into the apartment. "We're here, Buffy!"
Dawn called to her sister.
Andrew sat on the floor of the
balcony, looking in on the apartment as Buffy and Dawn started talking. Dawn didn't
look back at him, and Andrew realized that he very well could've ruined
whatever it was that they had. He ran shaky hand through his hair, and frown on
his lips.
"Well, damn."

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I realize that I was incredibly slow with updating this fic,
and I apologize profusely. I was taking five English classes in order to finish
my major, and the workload got completely insane. However, things calmed down a
bit, and hopefully I'll be able to update this and my other fics more
regularly.
Also, a few reviews addressed
Andrew's behavior in this fic. I realize that he isn't really acting exactly
how he did in seasons six and seven of Buffy,
but I did that for a reason. By "The Girl in Question," he seemed to
have matured at least somewhat past the way he'd been on BtVS, and I'm trying to incorporate that into the story.
Review, please. :)
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