TITLE: My Spell, Not Yours
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRC.
CLASSIFICATION: Dawn-fic
SUMMARY: Someone gives Dawn some orders for Season 5.
SPOILERS: Season 5
DISTRIBUTION: Any sites with my fic up; you all have unspoken permission. I write it, you can post it. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. Various friends of mine are holding characters hostage. You may see them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not, but I prefer offlist since I have quite a few lists on No Mail.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Answer to Gloveslap #79 YGTS? It's short, it's stupid, and I hope you like it, Trina.

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Dawn looked at the book. "Oh, I don't know if it should be doing this..."

The crystal ball cleared again, and the girl's face appeared. She had auburn hair, hazel eyes and the dorkiest glasses Dawn had ever seen. "Listen, it's my spell, not yours," the girl said. "I want some things changed. I think your sister should get over Captain Cardboard and hook up with Spike."

"How..."

"Let's just say I watch things. Anyway, I'm in the minority here, but I like the two of them together." The girl thought for a moment. "And have Spike kill Ben, while we're at it. Then Glory won't be a problem this season."

"Season..."

"Let's see, that takes care of Tara's sickness, Buffy's death..."

"Buffy..."

"Get Xander to propose to Anya. He'll do it anyway, but I want smootchies now. And find a spell to cure your Mom. I don't like the fact she dies."

"Mom..."

The girl sighed. "And get yourself a better vocabulary, better clothes, and someone closer to your age to hang around with. No offense, but you stick out like a sore thumb among the Scoobies."

"What..."

"Oh, and one last thing. I want the Bronze open again, and I want the new house band to be Velvet Chain."

"Who..."

"Well, don't just stand there! Get started!" Dawn took another look at the crystal ball as it started to fog and then she bolted.

"At least I didn't tell her she was the Key. That was just a stupid plot device," the girl muttered, looking to the long list of people behind her. "There, I made changes now. Happy?"

Fans of Ragna clapped. Their fic writing hero had done it again.