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velvetfictionYour remix's title: To Boldly Go (The ff.net Remix)
Characters or pairing: Dawn
Rating: PG
Warnings and/or spoilers: None except for Dawn's dirty little mind.
Original Fic: "The Next Generation", bykindkit
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Buffy, Dawn decides, has all the subtlety of a brick to the head. Oh sure, she can sneak up on baddies like a ghost, and she has 101 different ways for dusting vamps in public. But for everything else? Brick. To. The. Head.
This evening is a case in point. Buffy makes some mumbles about hanging out with Willow and Xander, for old time's sake, maybe catching a movie. That's Buffy-speak for "We're going to see the new Star Trek movie, and I'd invite you but I want to protect you, too, because I know it's something you and Mom shared."
Dawn demurs. She makes some excuse about being tired, and not wanting her memories changed. Which is Dawn-speak for "I know what you're doing and I appreciate it, but I'm a big girl now and you don't always have to protect me."
Buffy looks shocked for a moment and then gives her sister a small, sad smile.
It's not that Dawn doesn't appreciate what Buffy is trying to do. She does. But she's already seen the movie. Twice. She snuck out to see it at midnight on opening night - respect for her mother would allow her to do no less - and then again a week later, to catch all the parts she missed through her tears the first time.
Joyce was a Trekkie of the highest order and Dawn fondly remembers bonding with her mother over reruns of the original series. At least she thinks she remembers. These days, she's never quite sure what she actually experienced and what was fabricated by the monks. But the memories are there, so that's what counts.
She also knows her mother shared something with her younger daughter that Buffy never knew. Joyce not only gave Dawn a love for all things Trek, but when the girl was old enough, mother and daughter boldly braved a whole different world together. Fanfic. Joyce pulled out her old fan-zines, full of Star Trek stories and art work. Full of slash. Once she got over the initial shock, Dawn took to it like a duck to water.
Now, sitting at the computer, Dawn smiles through her tears. Her mom would have loved the new Trek, and loved the explosion of 'fic even more. Idly, she scrolls through the comments on her journal and rolls her eyes.
"Please, people. Kirk/Spock was so TOS. Reboot is all about Kirk/McCoy," she mutters at the screen.
Then a wicked grin appears on her face and she opens up a second window on the computer and begins typing.
It wasn't that the entire crew of the Enterprise didn't know that their captain and CMO were getting it on all over the ship. It was just that no one had actually caught them in the act, and so rumor begat rumor and nothing was ever substantiated. Which was why, when Mr. Spock entered the bridge late one night to check on some scans he was running, he was in for the shock of his life. . .
Characters or pairing: Dawn
Rating: PG
Warnings and/or spoilers: None except for Dawn's dirty little mind.
Original Fic: "The Next Generation", by
kindkit----
Buffy, Dawn decides, has all the subtlety of a brick to the head. Oh sure, she can sneak up on baddies like a ghost, and she has 101 different ways for dusting vamps in public. But for everything else? Brick. To. The. Head.
This evening is a case in point. Buffy makes some mumbles about hanging out with Willow and Xander, for old time's sake, maybe catching a movie. That's Buffy-speak for "We're going to see the new Star Trek movie, and I'd invite you but I want to protect you, too, because I know it's something you and Mom shared."
Dawn demurs. She makes some excuse about being tired, and not wanting her memories changed. Which is Dawn-speak for "I know what you're doing and I appreciate it, but I'm a big girl now and you don't always have to protect me."
Buffy looks shocked for a moment and then gives her sister a small, sad smile.
It's not that Dawn doesn't appreciate what Buffy is trying to do. She does. But she's already seen the movie. Twice. She snuck out to see it at midnight on opening night - respect for her mother would allow her to do no less - and then again a week later, to catch all the parts she missed through her tears the first time.
Joyce was a Trekkie of the highest order and Dawn fondly remembers bonding with her mother over reruns of the original series. At least she thinks she remembers. These days, she's never quite sure what she actually experienced and what was fabricated by the monks. But the memories are there, so that's what counts.
She also knows her mother shared something with her younger daughter that Buffy never knew. Joyce not only gave Dawn a love for all things Trek, but when the girl was old enough, mother and daughter boldly braved a whole different world together. Fanfic. Joyce pulled out her old fan-zines, full of Star Trek stories and art work. Full of slash. Once she got over the initial shock, Dawn took to it like a duck to water.
Now, sitting at the computer, Dawn smiles through her tears. Her mom would have loved the new Trek, and loved the explosion of 'fic even more. Idly, she scrolls through the comments on her journal and rolls her eyes.
"Please, people. Kirk/Spock was so TOS. Reboot is all about Kirk/McCoy," she mutters at the screen.
Then a wicked grin appears on her face and she opens up a second window on the computer and begins typing.
It wasn't that the entire crew of the Enterprise didn't know that their captain and CMO were getting it on all over the ship. It was just that no one had actually caught them in the act, and so rumor begat rumor and nothing was ever substantiated. Which was why, when Mr. Spock entered the bridge late one night to check on some scans he was running, he was in for the shock of his life. . .