back to the salt mines (of fic, that is)
Sep. 26th, 2003 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
holliConnor/Dawn, from a little bit later in the story. I'll fit it back into the timeline when I can. Though this is turning out to be less shippy, more mystery solve-y.
"So when did all this start?"
Connor played with the Swedish Chef finger puppet on Dawn's desk as he spoke. "End of my senior year. May, I think. I had a competition that month, for judo-- nearly killed the other guy. That's why I gave it up. I was afraid I'd hurt someone."
Dawn frowned. "That sounds... familiar. Anything else happen around then?"
"This is gonna sound crazy but... I started having these dreams. Nightmares, actually-- monsters, and vampires. All kinds of stuff." He put the Chef down. "Do you have any idea what it is?"
"Well, I know what it sounds like," Dawn said, frowning. "But unless there's been a major change in the order of things, that's the one thing it can't be." She looked over at Connor. "You're not, like, secretly a girl, by any chance?"
Connor spluttered. "What?!"
"Never mind."
"So when did all this start?"
Connor played with the Swedish Chef finger puppet on Dawn's desk as he spoke. "End of my senior year. May, I think. I had a competition that month, for judo-- nearly killed the other guy. That's why I gave it up. I was afraid I'd hurt someone."
Dawn frowned. "That sounds... familiar. Anything else happen around then?"
"This is gonna sound crazy but... I started having these dreams. Nightmares, actually-- monsters, and vampires. All kinds of stuff." He put the Chef down. "Do you have any idea what it is?"
"Well, I know what it sounds like," Dawn said, frowning. "But unless there's been a major change in the order of things, that's the one thing it can't be." She looked over at Connor. "You're not, like, secretly a girl, by any chance?"
Connor spluttered. "What?!"
"Never mind."
