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"Special" Cordelia/Dawn, G

For the wonderful, beautiful, incredible tinpanalley, I have a little fluffy Cordelia/Dawn ficlet. I'm sorry I didn't post this on Christmas, but I was having computer issues. *kicks laptop*

Title: "Special"
Author: Echo
Email: halo_and_horns@mail.com
Characters/Pairings: Cordelia/Dawn
Classification: Fluff
Rating: G
Word Count: 709
Disclaimer: They are the brilliant creation of one Mr. Joss Whedon. I make no profit, so don't get on my case about using them for my own purposes. After all, I'm being nicer to them than Joss ever was.
Summary: Dawn finds out that not everyone likes Buffy best.
Notes: Written for tinpanalley in femslash_santa. Hope you like it, love!

"I hate everyone."

Cordelia glanced up in irritation when Dawn stalked into the room and flopped into a chair at the kitchen table. She ignored the teen for several minutes, until the overwhelming presence of Dawn's sulking became too much for her to bear.

"Why do you hate everyone?" she finally asked in exasperation. She didn't really care, she assured herself. She just couldn't take any more of the silent rage.

"Because they all hate me," Dawn explained as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "God, overdramatic much?" she asked sarcastically. "I know you're like thirteen or whatever, but it isn't all about you."

Dawn smirked at Cordelia. "Right, 'cause it's all about you," she snapped.

Cordelia shrugged. "I can't help it if everyone thinks I'm perfect."

Dawn snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's not, you know," she said angrily. "It's not about you or about me. It's all about her," she spat, and Cordelia was surprised at the venom in the younger girl's voice. "It's all about Buffy. Stupid, perfect, precious Buffy. Mom's first-born angel."

Cordelia suddenly felt a tiny bit of empathy for Buffy's little sister. She would never admit it to anyone, but she'd felt like that a number of times since she'd been indoctrinated into Buffy's little club of freaks. Nobody even knew she was alive half the time. Xander would always make out with her, but then when they were done it was once again "Buffy" this and "Buffy" that. It was enough to piss a girl off sometimes.

So she kept her mouth shut instead of telling the little brat to take her whining fit someplace that was of the else.

"Must be tough," she said instead, for lack of anything better to say.

"It's hard to not be the special one," Dawn said suddenly, her voice deflated and defeated. Cordelia looked up, risking eye contact, and instantly softened. The pain shimmering in Dawn's eyes was heart-breaking, and while Cordelia had never felt she wasn't special, she knew what Dawn was saying.

"You are special," she said softly, leaning over on an impulse and laying her hand on Dawn's. "You're not Buffy, but you're something better than that. You're Dawn."

Dawn perked up instantly, her eyes widening as she gazed at Cordelia with hope. "You mean that?"

Cordelia bit her lip. "You won't tell anyone about this, right?" she asked instead. It was one thing to boost the kid's ego, it was another thing entirely for other people to find out she had a soft spot.

Dawn shook her head vigorously back and forth, her long, light brown tresses flying out. "Unh-uh!" she swore. "I'd never tell anyone."

Cordelia bestowed a rare gentle smile on Dawn. "You're special," she promised. "One day you're going to show Buffy you're every bit as good as she is." And maybe I will too, she thought ruefully.

Dawn beamed. "You're cool," she declared. "You're like the best one of Buffy's friends. Willow's nice and all, but she treats me like a kid. And Xander does too," she added. "You never fuss over me or act like I'm five."

Cordelia tossed her hair back and preened at the compliment. It was coming from a thirteen-year-old, true, but it was still a compliment. And at least someone around here thought she was the best one. Sometimes the rest of the gang made her feel like she was the pity invite, and that stung her pride more than just a little. It was just nice to know that not everyone thought that.

"Okay, Cordy, you ready?"

Cordelia looked up as Xander tumbled down the stairs like a puppy, followed by Buffy and Willow. She rolled her eyes. "Duh, Xander. I've been her for like forever already, waiting on all of you," she said in a superior tone.

"Let's go," Buffy said, cutting in and trying to head off another infamous Cordelia/Xander battle of wits.

Cordelia glanced over at Dawn as Buffy, Willow, and Xander trooped out the front door. She gave the younger girl a quick smile and a little finger wave, then trailed after the others.

She had no idea that Dawn's adoring gaze followed her as she left.

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