Title: End of Discussion

Author: Jeanny

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Distribution: I don't mind, just credit me and let me know where it's going.

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Season 6 Through All The Way

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all the characters that appear on the show are the exclusive property of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy, Inc., UPN and any one else with a legal binding claim to the shows and/or characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

Summary: Dawn has the final word on a standing disagreement. A sequel to ‘The Bait Bites Back.’

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“Mistress, please. Don’t make me do this,” Andrew whined. Warren was in a similar state of panic. Dawn rolled her eyes.

“Why are you fighting me so hard?” she cooed in a reasonable tone. “You know that it just...upsets me. And I know you don’t want me to be upset. We all remember what happened the last time, don’t we, Jonathan?”

“Uhhh-hhhhuh,” Jonathan moaned. He would have said more, except that his sire had removed his tongue and eaten it. Instead he contented himself with glaring at his two former partners. Being a vampire wasn’t really all it was cracked up to be, Jonathan had decided. But it was what it was. He looked beseechingly at Dawn and she nodded to him; he left happily to fill his collectible Empire Strikes Back juice glass with blood and a bendy straw. Dawn turned her attention back to her two wayward minions.

“Now, let’s take it from the top, shall we? And I want to hear some enunciation and enthusiasm!” Seeing the no-nonsense look in her eye, Warren and Andrew knew that they would have to cooperate. This would be the most painful thing they had had to endure since...well, since dying at the hands of a teenage vampire.

“Justin Timberlake is totally hot,” Warren and Andrew said in unison, glaring at each other as if the other was to blame for this humiliation. Dawn bounced up and down and squealed.

“He so totally is! And...?”

“And...and...” Andrew trailed off. What she wanted them to say next was so sacrosanct, he couldn’t get the words out.

“Mistress, please!” Warren whined. “Please don’t make us say it, it’s just so wrong!”

“I’m getting upset,” Dawn said, pinching the bridge of her nose as she had seen Giles do on numerous occasions. “I’m starting to get that funny tongue-eating urge...”

“Okay, okay! Just, please don’t eat my tongue, okay?” Warren said hastily. Off Andrew’s look, he added lamely, “Or Andrew’s. Don’t eat either of our tongues.”

“I’m still waiting,” Dawn said in a singsong voice. Warren and Andrew didn’t need to look at each other. They knew the blasphemous words by heart.

“Pierce Brosnan is the best James Bond ever. He’s totally a better actor, and he’s so totally cuter, too.” When they were done, they couldn’t even lift their heads from the humiliation. Dawn smiled in satisfaction.

“Very good, boys. Let’s go hunt.”

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