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jedibuttercupPG; B:tVS, Ice Princess. 600 words. (AKA, self-indulgent Olympic reference fic. Sequel to Model Girl).
Dawn certainly hogged the bathroom mirror enough to recognize her own face when she saw it.
Title: Totally Her Turn
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
Rating: PG/FR7
Summary: B:tVS, Ice Princess. Dawn certainly hogged the bathroom mirror enough to recognize her own face when she saw it. 600 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; Ice Princess (2005); The Cutting Edge (1992)
Notes: Sequel to "Model Girl; references characters from two different skating movies, but is mostly an excuse for sister-bonding.
"That was what," Dawn said thoughtfully, "a lutz-toeloop combination? Been awhile since I paid much attention to the specifics..."
Her ramblings were cut short by a sudden intake of breath, and Buffy, staring up at the giant TV hanging above the ice, could guess why: Dawn must have noticed the same thing Buffy had. Well, it would have been kind of strange if she hadn't; the close-up of Casey Carlyle's face was displayed up on the monitor for everyone to see, and Dawn certainly hogged the bathroom mirror enough to recognize her own face when she saw it.
Buffy shook off her own shock and broke her gaze away to check on her sister. It had been a couple of years since Dawn's last freak-out on the subject of springing forth fully-formed like some modern-day Athena, but then again, it had been a couple years since their last blatant reminder, too. "Looks like those monks had good taste," she said weakly. "Wonder where they met her?"
Dawn swallowed, then looked down to meet Buffy's stare, eyes a little wide and white around the edges. "Who knows?" she said shakily. "But yeah, they totally did. I mean, look at us, we're gorgeous." She managed a smile, then swallowed and turned back to the rink, following the young skater's path intently across the ice. "They say everyone has a double out there somewhere, right? This isn't, like, some shapeshifter demon plot? Tell me this isn't a Tuesday."
"Unless you got hit by a ferula gemina and somehow forgot to tell me," Buffy reassured her, "then yeah; I'm pretty sure she's the normal one here. And it's a Friday, remember? No school tomorrow. We can try to get a signature later, though, if you want me to get a closer look?"
Dawn laughed shakily in reply. "No, that's all right," she said. "Go figure, I find my double and she just so happens to be a figure skater. Talk about blow to my ego."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Buffy pouted. "She's a figure skater. I only wish I had a figure skating double."
The whine served its purpose; Dawn rolled her eyes at her sister, her color improving visibility from her earlier shock. "I've seen your tapes of Kate Moseley, you know," she said, teasingly. "It was totally my turn."
Buffy made a scoffing noise and turned her attention back to the ice. Far below, Casey had just nailed another triple jump, wending toward the end of her routine. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, haughtily. "Kate Moseley was a pairs skater, and we look nothing alike. And of course I watched her skate, she and Doug Dorsey medalled in two Olympics in a row. They were amazing."
"I'm talking Calgary Kate, not Albertville or Lillehammer," Dawn scoffed in return. "She might as well have been a single skater, as much bitch as she carried around in her leotards. She went through people like Kleenex. Kind of like a certain cheerleader I used to know?"
"Hey!" Buffy flushed in embarrassment, glancing around to see if anyone was listening. "I resembled that remark!"
"You know it's true," Dawn said smugly, then elbowed her back and gave her a considerably softer smile. "You've kind of grown on me, though. Like fungus."
"Thanks-- I think," Buffy replied. "Buffy-- the Fungus Slayer. Has kind of a nice ring to it."
"Dork," Dawn giggled, then shook her head and turned her attention back to the rink.
Buffy smiled at her fondly, reassured, then followed her sister's gaze as the next skater took the ice.
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Dawn certainly hogged the bathroom mirror enough to recognize her own face when she saw it.
Title: Totally Her Turn
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
Rating: PG/FR7
Summary: B:tVS, Ice Princess. Dawn certainly hogged the bathroom mirror enough to recognize her own face when she saw it. 600 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; Ice Princess (2005); The Cutting Edge (1992)
Notes: Sequel to "Model Girl; references characters from two different skating movies, but is mostly an excuse for sister-bonding.
"That was what," Dawn said thoughtfully, "a lutz-toeloop combination? Been awhile since I paid much attention to the specifics..."
Her ramblings were cut short by a sudden intake of breath, and Buffy, staring up at the giant TV hanging above the ice, could guess why: Dawn must have noticed the same thing Buffy had. Well, it would have been kind of strange if she hadn't; the close-up of Casey Carlyle's face was displayed up on the monitor for everyone to see, and Dawn certainly hogged the bathroom mirror enough to recognize her own face when she saw it.
Buffy shook off her own shock and broke her gaze away to check on her sister. It had been a couple of years since Dawn's last freak-out on the subject of springing forth fully-formed like some modern-day Athena, but then again, it had been a couple years since their last blatant reminder, too. "Looks like those monks had good taste," she said weakly. "Wonder where they met her?"
Dawn swallowed, then looked down to meet Buffy's stare, eyes a little wide and white around the edges. "Who knows?" she said shakily. "But yeah, they totally did. I mean, look at us, we're gorgeous." She managed a smile, then swallowed and turned back to the rink, following the young skater's path intently across the ice. "They say everyone has a double out there somewhere, right? This isn't, like, some shapeshifter demon plot? Tell me this isn't a Tuesday."
"Unless you got hit by a ferula gemina and somehow forgot to tell me," Buffy reassured her, "then yeah; I'm pretty sure she's the normal one here. And it's a Friday, remember? No school tomorrow. We can try to get a signature later, though, if you want me to get a closer look?"
Dawn laughed shakily in reply. "No, that's all right," she said. "Go figure, I find my double and she just so happens to be a figure skater. Talk about blow to my ego."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Buffy pouted. "She's a figure skater. I only wish I had a figure skating double."
The whine served its purpose; Dawn rolled her eyes at her sister, her color improving visibility from her earlier shock. "I've seen your tapes of Kate Moseley, you know," she said, teasingly. "It was totally my turn."
Buffy made a scoffing noise and turned her attention back to the ice. Far below, Casey had just nailed another triple jump, wending toward the end of her routine. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, haughtily. "Kate Moseley was a pairs skater, and we look nothing alike. And of course I watched her skate, she and Doug Dorsey medalled in two Olympics in a row. They were amazing."
"I'm talking Calgary Kate, not Albertville or Lillehammer," Dawn scoffed in return. "She might as well have been a single skater, as much bitch as she carried around in her leotards. She went through people like Kleenex. Kind of like a certain cheerleader I used to know?"
"Hey!" Buffy flushed in embarrassment, glancing around to see if anyone was listening. "I resembled that remark!"
"You know it's true," Dawn said smugly, then elbowed her back and gave her a considerably softer smile. "You've kind of grown on me, though. Like fungus."
"Thanks-- I think," Buffy replied. "Buffy-- the Fungus Slayer. Has kind of a nice ring to it."
"Dork," Dawn giggled, then shook her head and turned her attention back to the rink.
Buffy smiled at her fondly, reassured, then followed her sister's gaze as the next skater took the ice.
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Date: 2010-12-14 10:46 am (UTC)I greatly regret ruining my Cutting Edge love with those movies. So I now ignore them.