Title: I'm So Tired
Author: TrinityLast
Email: trinitylast@wambtac.com
Rating: R for language
Pairing: Buffy POV, B/S
Improv: Beatles Song Title
Disclaimer: Really...do I LOOK like Joss? DO I?
Author's Notes: Set during season six.

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Ok. There she is.

"DAWN!"

Unbelievable. Even as I go running up to her, literally *busting* her skipping school, she has that innocent 'who, me?' look on her face.

Uh uh. No way.

"Dawn, what the *hell* are you doing? You're supposed to be in math, right now! The school called again! Do you have any idea what will happen if Social Services hears about this?"

Oh no. Do *not* look at me like that. I am *not* the big-bad in this situation!

"Buffy, I just wanted some ice cream. I'd have made it back in time for Spanish! Have a cow, huh?"

"Car, *NOW*."

I cannot believe her...

Ok. Dawn's back in school, trash is at the curb...what am I forgetting?

Think, think…

Oh, shit. Work! I'm missing work. Oh, god...

I do not believe her. That bitch. Actually lecturing *me* on responsibility? I've saved her ass more times than I can count, and what do I get? A docked paycheck. I swear, I don't know why I bother anymore.

...fourteen, fifteen...ok, sixteen bills. I can pay this one now...kinda’ have to anyway. I think. I don't think Willow and Dawn'll be ok without the lights. So, this week, I can pay electric...and gas, I think...aw, shit. I can't pay this one. I have to, and I can't. Ok, think. Gotta’ pay the water bill, can't afford to...

OH! Credit card?

No, no…that's *this* bill. Seriously can't put anything else on it. Ok, not credit card.

Damn. Ok, well...let's see...I guess we can just...not eat for a few days. Yeah. They'll go for that. Um…hmm…

Wait...what's that? Why am I spending two hundred dollars for a…Oh. Ok, then.

So much for Dawn's science project. She just paid the water bill.

What the hell happened to my paycheck? It was right here. Ok, think. Came in…Put my purse down…Took the check out of my pocket…Checked it over…It was right…Put it in my wallet…Put the wallet back in my purse…Went upstairs, took a shower…Came back down...

"DAWN!"

C'mon, c'mon...

"Yeah?"

"Did you go into my purse?"

"I thought you said I could buy the stuff for my science project this week."

"Dawnie, I can't this week. I'm sorry. But you can't take my paycheck...it's all we've got. Give it back."

"I can't. I gave it to Mr. Geroeff, so he could buy my ticket to the museum for the research."

Shit!

Ok. Well that was fun. At least Mr. Geroeff didn't give me a lecture on Dawn's education. Looked like he was gonna’ for a second. Ok, paycheck in my pocket...next stop bank. Do not forget bank.

Lovely. Mile-long-line. I guess I could go *in* the bank...oh. No. Uh uh. There's that teller that always looks at me funny...like I'm gonna’ go stealing all the money if he doesn't watch me every second.

I'll take my chances with the ATM...

Shit.

Which just went down. Teller it is then.

HEY! I was in line first!

Ugh. Look. It's the house. Hello, house!

I need sleep....

What the hell is Spike doing sitting in my window?

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Oh no. Not with the cocky grin. That won't work. Really. It won't. I'm not gonna’ go all melty and weak in the knees and…god, look at those arms...it's just not right that he has arms like that...

"Well, luv...thought you might like to relax after a long day."

No, don't take the shirt off! No, no, no…oh....

"Spike, what you and I do isn't relaxing, it's fucking."

"But you have to admit, it relaxes you..."

No, don't *crawl* up the *bed*! You know what that does to me....

"...and you look so tired..."

I really, really am…

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