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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scattered Hearts". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Feeling confused and abandoned, Dawn remembers someone she met in a graveyard months before... Follows "Many the Hearts"

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Stargate > Dawn-Centered > Theme: Dawn's Real FamilyeponineFR132840,63293674239,42625 Aug 064 Feb 10No

A Phone Call Away

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A/N: This is the beginning of the second part in the "Hearts" series (this one's going to be a lot longer than the first). It takes place a few months after "Many the Hearts", just after "Doublemeat Palace" in BtVS and after "The Warrior" in SG-1. Actually, it's pretty cool how the time lines work out between the two- I only have to fudge a little on the months because the years work out perfectly (and I mean perfectly- not only did Season 6 of Buffy air alongside Season 5 of Stargate, but Daniel was born 1965-ish, making him 15 when Buffy would have been conceived. Neato, huh?).

I don't own Buffy, Stargate, or anything even remotely related to the two (unless you count my collection of Buffy comics, but I'm pretty sure everyone knows what I mean).

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“Daaan-iel,” the colonel’s voice sing-songed through the office, cutting short the archeologist’s train of thought.

“Oh, hi, Jack,” Daniel greeted distractedly as he looked up to see Jack leaning against the door to his office. The older man appeared decidedly unhappy, with his arms crossed and a general air of disapproval about him.

“You’re working,” Jack stated, a note of warning in his voice.

Daniel looked down at the papers and photographs spread across his desk and blinked a few times before meeting the colonel’s displeased gaze again. “It certainly looks that way,” he hedged.

“And this is wrong because…” Jack prompted.

Daniel looked back at his desk, knowing full well what Jack was talking about. “Um, because I’m late for… something?” he suggested.

“Downtime, Daniel,” Jack supplied. “SG-1 is on stand down starting yesterday.”

Daniel blinked again, this time in earnest confusion. “Yesterday?”

“Ah, for cryin’ out loud! It’s eleven hundred hours!” Jack wailed. “Did you even sleep?”

The blush creeping up Daniel’s neck answered for him, affirming the colonel’s accusations. “I was just looking over these photos from P3R-147. I only need a few more-“

“Nuh-uh,” Jack cut in. “You’re not spending one more minute under this mountain if I have to-“

The phone rang, interrupting Jack’s rant. Saved by the bell indeed, Daniel thought as he answered.

“Daniel Jackson,” he greeted, ignoring Jack’s exasperation.

“Hi.” The voice on the other end of the phone sounded very young and uncertain.

“Um, hello,” Daniel repeated awkwardly, confused. “To whom am I speaking?”

“This is, um, you probably don’t remember me,” she stammered, hesitation palpable. “You know what, never mind, this was a stupid idea. I’m sorry-“

“Wait,” Daniel interrupted before she could hang up, finally placing the voice. “Dawn?”

There was a long enough pause that Daniel started to worry he’d lost her. “Yeah,” she whispered, sounding both relieved and surprised.

“Is everything alright?” He asked as calmly as he could. Jack was making all manner of inquisitive faces from his vantage point in the doorway, but Daniel was too focused on the frightened girl over the phone to care.

“Sort of. I mean, I’m fine I just- I kind of did something monumentally stupid.”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure everything will turn out fine,” he reassured.

“No! I mean, yes, or at least I hope so, but…” He waited patiently for her to order her thoughts. “It’s just that I’m… sortofinColoradoSprings.”

It took him a moment to decipher her rushed statement, but once he did he sat up straighter in his chair. “You’re where? How did you- Never mind. Where exactly are you?” Daniel scrambled to find something to write with while Jack kept shooting him inquiring looks that he pointedly ignored.

“The bus station. Um, the Downtown Terminal, I guess,” she answered, voice trembling.

Daniel looked at his watch. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“What? No, you don’t have to-“

“Will you be alright until I get there?” he asked, ignoring her protests.

There was another long pause. “I’ll be fine.”

“20 minutes,” he repeated before hanging up.

“20 minutes until you’re where now?” Jack asked as Daniel gulped down the last of his coffee and grabbed his jacket.

“Enjoy your downtime, Jack,” he said as flew out the door, leaving a bewildered colonel in his wake.
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