Remote in hand, Dawn was propped up on the bed when Giles entered the hotel room. The lights from the TV flickered across her face, and something with a laugh track played. She wasn't paying much attention, and looked over at Giles with something like relief as he shut the door behind him and rubbed his temples.
"Long day?" she asked sympathetically. Giles just shook his head, hand over his eyes.
By virtue of luck and some very, very sensitive information that one particular Slayer did not want shared with the world
ever, Dawn had managed to wheedle her way into accompanying Giles on his trip to York, the new Hellmouth. Buffy had been rather reluctant to let Dawn out of her sight, but even the Slayer had her limits (and her pride) - and the dirt Dawn had on her was
good. Besides, she'd argued, she'd spent the summer studying ancient Sumerian and updating manuscript translations on practically prehistoric portals to hell, and this was a prime research opportunity where for once she could be useful. Everyone knew she wasn't exactly handy with a bow and arrow.
Giles didn't seem too pleased either, but sometimes seemed grateful to have a buffer against the Council in the form of the Slayer's little sister and besides, he was gone most of the day anyway while Dawn waited in the hotel room. Now, he wandered into the bathroom and turned the tap on, splashing his face with water. Dawn hopped off the bed.
"I ate the minibar so I'm going out for dinner," she announced. Giles looked up, blinking amid the drops, glasses in hand. She shrugged. "We're staying on the Council's dime and they didn't exactly splash out for the Four Seasons so I figured might as well make it worthwhile."
"Don't go far-" Giles began, but Dawn cut him off. "Giles, come
on. I have a stake
and pepper spray in my purse
and my cell phone in my pocket. There's a diner just across the street. I'm like,
dying for a burger. Okay? If anything, text me."
She was out the door before he could protest further, skipping down the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. She wasn't really going to the diner. She'd picked up a few tricks, namely lying, from Janice, and she was going to put them to the test. She was exploring this new Hellmouth on her own, and to hell with the Slayer and the Watcher and the Council. Feeling strangely exhilarated (and foolishly invincible) Dawn floated through the hotel doors and set off down the street, hands in the pockets of Buffy's new leather jacket that she'd packed at the last minute. A Hellmouth required the right look, after all.