Word Count :: 400
Disclaimer :: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. The lyrics to “Ding-Dong! The Witch is Dead” were written by E.Y. Harburg and based on the book by L. Frank Baum.
Note :: I completely and utterly blame kaylashayfor this ficlet.
Synopsis :: Mutiny is such a harsh word, but sometimes the truth hurts.
What We Had To
Silence hung in the room, thick and awkward after Dawn’s quietly growled words to Rona. Wary glances and tired sighs shifted them, agitated them until the room tensed as someone else continued Rona’s insult, the words to the song were soft, barely audible, but still recognizable. “Which old witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding-Dong the Wicked Witch is dead!”
They drew out the last word, their voice rising in volume and pitch as Dawn spun toward the stairs leading up to the second floor and stiffened, blue eyes widening at the site of her sister standing, watching them with her head cocked. “Buffy,” she whispered and took a step forward, then another until she faltered, shoving her way past the Potentials blocking her path until she reached the stairs and hesitated at the first step. “Buffy?”
Her head lifted, straightened as a slow, malicious smile spread Buffy’s mouth and her green eyes narrowed, arms crossing as she stared silently down at Dawn who shook her head and stumbled back a step. That wicked smile spread wider as she began to make her way down the steps and into the room, backing Dawn up with her advancement.
“Leave this place.”
The First’s head inclined with Giles’ order. Her brows dipped inward , the delicate features of her face scrunching up as she lifted her chin, voice taking on a child-like tone as she stated, “But I just wanted to thank you, Daddy.” Her chin dropped, gaze and smile encompassing the room as she added, “Thank you all.”
Dawn flinched, the others in the room following her example when the First began to clap, slow at first before growing in intensity. The front door slammed in time with the final clack of her hands and she turned, arms falling to her sides as she caught Faith’s wide-eyed stare and laughed.
“Be seeing you.” She spun, gaze settling on Willow, who flinched under the scrutiny of it, stating, “One down,” before she vanished within a flash of light.
The silence resumed, less awkward and more horrified as Dawn made her way through the tightly packed Potentials to Giles, eyes pleading as she met the Watcher’s gaze and asked, “What did we do?”
“What we had to,” he assured her, his voice strong, before he turned, stared at the vacant spot the First had occupied and reiterated, quieter and to himself, “what we had to.”