Title: Teen Angst
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: veronyxk84
Characters: Spike, Dawn
Rating: R
Length: 300 (Google Docs)
Content notes: Some coarse language; mention of underage use of alcohol and drugs (pot)
Spoilers/Setting: Set between S5 and S6
Summary: Spike picks up Dawn at a sleepover gone wild
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Author notes: N/A

Challenge: #441 - Amnesty 73 + [#43 Not What It Looks Like + #334 Smoke]

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Spike stopped the car and got out just in time to see Dawn stand up and cross Janice’s front yard on wobbly legs.
He waited for her by the passenger door, arms crossed. “This the kind of emergency you had in mind when you pestered Giles to get me a bloody cell phone?” he asked.
“’S not what it looks like,” she slurred.
“Looks like you’re wasted,” he said, sniffing the air. “And stoned.”
Dawn scoffed. “Am not!”
“You might want to rethink lying to a vampire, pidge,” he said, arching his eyebrow. “Heightened senses, I can smell the pot.”

“I wasn’t smoking it!” she protested, leaning against the car.
“Were you anywhere near someone who did?”
She scrunched her face, thinking. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“You’re stoned,” he said, opening the passenger door. “Get in the car.”
“I can’t go home like this… can I stay in your crypt until I sober up?”
“Are you off your trolley?” he exclaimed. “It’s night. The witches are going to have my balls if I don’t take you home.”
“This was a sleepover, they’re not expecting me home until noon. Please, I feel like crap.”
“Look like it, too.”
“Gee, thanks. Jerk.”

Spike snorted. “What do you want, a high five? You got hammered and stoned at a sleepover where nobody’s old enough to drink!” he barked.
“I didn’t smoke the pot!” she yelled.
“Someone smoked around you, you inhaled it!” he yelled back.
“Why do you care?”
Spike lowered his voice. “You mum and sister would.”
“They’re not here, are they?” she spat, angrily.
“But I am. And I promised I’d keep you safe.”
“Buffy’s dead, Spike. It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me. Get in the car.”
Dawn clutched her stomach. “In a minute,” she muttered, hurling in the yard.