In Exile: Year 2
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1Episode 4 Chapter 2
In Exile: Year 2
The second year of the Jedi exiled dawned with, well… a scream.
It was quite by accident. Really. Master Shryne would attest to that fact for years to come. He had merely sent the young Knight Zett Jukassa to fetch Dawn to help with some routine translations. He had helpfully suggested that he start looking for her in her room.
And he had accidentally forgotten to mention she just finished another marathon training day and may be in the shower when he got there.
At Master Shryne’s behest, Zett made his way down the corridors of the Watcher’s Council towards Dawn’s room. As it had wanted to do recently, his mind wandered to the changes wrought in his life over the past few years. A product of the ‘old teachings’, as some had come to call them, Zett was very much a model of what the older Masters like Mace Windu and Ki-Adi-Mundi had expected in their Jedi - unwaveringly dedicated to the Order, dedicated to preserving life, upholding truth, justice and whatnot. It was the whatnot that made him think these days, as he found himself surprisingly willing to follow the new Code that the Council had laid down not a year ago. In some ways, it was liberating - he had always harbored the desire to let his emotions go at times, to fall in love… feelings that had only intensified as he watched a certain brown-haired, silver eyed Padawan being put through her paces over the past year by Master Skywalker.
As he came to her room, he quickly quashed those emotions as he had done for years before and knocked on the door. After a few moment he heard a muffled voice say ‘Come in!’, so he opened the door and stepped inside-
To come face to face with a very wet, very naked Dawn Summers.
Zett whipped around quickly, even as Dawn used the Force to summon a towel from the bathroom.
“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing! Barging in here -”
“You said ‘come in’!”
“I said ‘coming’!” Dawn growled, securing the towel around her body. “Now what do you want?”
“Master Shryne asked me to come get you for some translations,” Zett said. Then, before he could stop himself, he added, “If it makes you feel better, you looked really, really good.”
Dawn’s eyes narrowed and she violently reached out to the force, shoving Zett out of the room and into the adjoining wall. Another nudge from the Force slammed her door shut. Gingerly he rubbed his chest and then turned back to the now closed door.
“Anger leads to the Dark Side, Dawn!”
“Beat it, before I shove your lightsaber up your ass, Zett!”--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Roan, what the hell are you playing at?”
Roan Shryne looked up form the book he had borrowed from Dawn and looked at his fellow Jedi Master impassively. “To what are you referring, Master Skywalker?”
Buffy stood with her arms crossed, staring down at her friend. “Don’t play dumb, Roan; although you’re certainly good enough at it. I’m referring to the tizzy you’ve put my apprentice in over the past few days. I’m referring to the little meetings you’ve orchestrated between Dawn and Zett. What are you playing at, Roan?”
He nonchalantly turned a page. “Nothing. Just giving nature a slight - nudge, you might say.”
Buffy blinked. “You’re setting up my sister?”
“It’s a brave new world, Buffy. And a whole new Order. A lot of the Younglings look up to Zett. And if we want to get across to them that the Jedi are evolving from what they’ve been taught, what better example than the best and the brightest falling in love?”
Buffy rolled her eyes and sighed. “When Dawn finds out, you’re in for a world of hurt.”
“You’ll protect me.”
“I’ll laugh,” Buffy retorted with a smirk. “I’m off to help Sera with lightsaber training.” With a casual wave, she turned and headed out of the room.
Roane chuckled to himself. “Mischief managed,” he said softly, closing the copy of ‘Prisoner of Azkaban’ Dawn had lent him and rising to hunt down his apprentices.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Xander walked into the large gym in the Travers wing just as Aayla and Buffy were finishing up with the older Padawans.
“Remember, a Jedi feels the Force flowing through them,” Aayla was saying. “No matter what happens, maintain your calm and stay focused on the task at hand.”
“Let the Slayers take the lead,” Buffy added. “Sir Nigel wants us to start pulling our weight around here and, short of giving the Slayers lightsabers, the best way to do that is by patrolling with them. I think it’s a perfect way to get combat experience - just remember that you can gain experience by observing as well. Watch how the Slayers move, how they fight. If they need help, then defer to their judgment on how you can best do that. And if you go up against vampires, a quick decapitation is the best bet. Any questions?” The group answered in a resounding foe. “Then may the Force be with you. Good hunting!”
The small group proceeded out of the gym, saying hello to Xander as they passed. The young man’s easy-going attitude and quick wit had made him a popular figure among the young Jedi. He gave them all a quick wave.
“Remember,” he called out to them, “a good Watcher or Slayer will laugh in the face of danger. Literally - the bad guys hate it. Crack some jokes and they’ll never see you coming!”
“Good advice, Xander,” Buffy laughed.
“Xander,” Aayla said, bowing her head in respect. Xander flashed her his charmer smile.
“Aayla. How’s the new windows?”
“Wonderful and thank you again for installing them.”
“Hey, it’s what I do!” he said modestly. Aayla chuckled.
“Well, you two obviously have something to talk about,” the Twi’lek said. “I’ll leave you to it. Master Skywalker, Xander.”
The two said their goodbyes and Buffy couldn’t help but smirk at Xander as he watched the Jedi Master leave the room.
“Looking to keep the streak intact, huh?” she asked jokingly. “You sure do set your sights high.”
“Eh, human girls are boring. And Aayla is sure a lot safer than most of the girls I dated.”
“I should introduce you to some Barabels I met before the war. They’d be right up your alley.”
Xander looked at her quizzically and then shook his head. “No, I don’t want to know. Look, can we talk?” he asked, suddenly serious. Buffy eyed him warily.
“Alright,” she said. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I want to talk about Willow.”
Buffy sighed in annoyance. “Well, as the great prophet Jagger once said, ‘You can’t always get what you want’.”
“Yeah, but if you try some time, you just might get what you need,” Xander shot back. “It’s been a year and you barely say two words to her anytime you see her.”
“We have issues.”
“Work them out!” Xander shot back. “I thought you Jedi were supposed to be all about peace and forgiveness and crap. What kind of double standard is this?”
“You have NO idea what I went through!” Buffy shouted back, her temper wearing thin. Xander shook his head.
“No, I have a very good idea, thanks to Ben.”
“Ben talks too much.”
“No, he talks more than you. There’s a difference. Buffy, he told me. He told me how many times you could have killed her, but held back because you wanted to save her. What changed?”
“What changed is that she gave the order that killed my family,” Buffy growled out.
“She gave the order that killed millions of families!” Xander shouted back. “What’s the difference?”
“Because you don’t know what it’s like until it happens to you,” she shouted back, tears springing to her eyes. “You don’t know what it’s like to know that someone you considered to be your best friend betrays you like that.”
“No, I don’t,” Xander said, his temper waning. “But, Buffy… things have changed. She’s not that monster anymore. She’s hurting and she needs you. Why can’t you just let it go?”
“BECAUSE IT HURTS!” Buffy yelled, openly sobbing. “I l-look at Dawn and I see w-what Joyce might have become! I look at y-y-you and I see the man that Jacen was, what Han would have become! Everyday I’m reminded of what she took away and it hurts!”
“It won’t stop hurting, Buffy,” Xander murmured. “It will never stop hurting. But you can make it hurt a little bit less if you would just make peace. Please, Buffy,” he pleaded. “It’s time to put some demons to rest.”--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Willow sat on her couch, looking through some older mystical books that Tara had provided for her to study. They had once belonged to Tara’s mother and went in-depth into several types of healing magics - magics that Willow had a keen interest in these days. The past year had been an eye-opener to her in terms of magic - she had learned so much from her former girlfriend. Not so surprisingly she learned that the majority of the magic she had practiced in the other dimension had been dark - even the healing spell she had used on Shmi was rooted in dark magic.
Well, never again she had told herself. She had dedicated herself to her studies, working tirelessly to rid herself of the vestiges of Darth Traya. Willow leaned back into the couch, stretching her stiff back and taking the time to re-secure her long red hair behind her head before leaning forward once more to delve into the secrets of ancient magic. A knock on the door, though, brought her up short.
“Coming!” the red head shouted, gracefully rising from her seat and crossing the room to the door. She opened the door-
Buffy stood just outside her room. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray and a sickeningly familiar haunted look played over her face.
“Hi, Willow,” Buffy started hesitantly. “Can I come in?”
“Of course!” Willow exclaimed, moving to the side and gesturing her in. “Please, come in.”
Hesitantly Buffy made her way into the small apartment. She spied the many books that littered the coffee table. “Are you in the middle of something? Because I could come back…”
“No!” Willow exclaimed. “I mean, I was just doing some studying, but I’ve been meaning to take a break. Can I get you some tea? I was about to make some…”
“Actually, I could use something a bit stronger,” Buffy said, taking Willows’ proffered seat on the couch. The witch smiled and moved to the kitchenette.
“I got just the thing,” she called out and then let out a triumphant, “ah-ha!” Moments later, she came back into the living room with two glasses in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other. Buffy moved some of the books to the floor and Willow set down the glasses and poured some of the amber liquid into each glass. Buffy lifted the glass and sniffed it hesitantly, then pulled back in surprise.
“Where the hell did you get Corellian brandy?”
Willow smiled as she took a sip of her drink. “Fred got the PPG working at 100. I asked her to take a trial run to Corellia for supplies.”
“I thought so.”
The two sipped their drinks in silence for a few moments, before Willow spoke.
“So…I know you didn’t come here to share drinks with me, Buffy. What did you want to talk about?”
Buffy sat nursing her drink in silence for a few moments, before finally she sighed. “I’m tired, Will. I’m tired of hating you, tired of blaming you… I spent years hoping that I could bring you back, turn you away from the Dark Side, regardless of what you did. It was only after Jacen died and I learned that you gave the order to attack that I started - not caring. Resenting, even. Me saving you became less about getting my friend back, and more about a form of revenge.” She smiled ruefully. “Not very Jedi of me.”
“But understandable all the same,” Willow replied. “Look, Buffy…I made a lot of mistakes over there, the least of which was following Dooku and Palpatine. I hurt billions of people, tore apart millions of families. But the ones that weigh on my conscience most are yours and Padmé’s.” Willow took a deep calming breath and then pressed on. “I can’t begin to tell you how much I regret what I did and I can’t begin to make up for it. All I can do is tell you that I’m sorry and try to make up for at least a small part of that in any way I can.”
“I don’t want you to say you’re sorry,” Buffy said forcefully. Then she sighed and added in a soft voice, “I just want my friend back.”
Willow blinked back tears, hope blossoming in her heart. “I would like that, too.”
The two spent the next several hours just talking. For the first time in nearly seventeen years, Buffy and Willow cleared the air between them, aired their grievances and talked out their issues. By the time Xander dropped by sometime around midnight for a late night Indian movie-fest, the two had started rebuilding the foundation to their friendship. Both new it would take time, patience and understanding, but they were resolved to working it out.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Later the next night, Dawn was walking through the main building on an errand for Master Shryne when she spied one of the most beautiful sights she had seen in a long time-
Buffy, Willow, Xander and Giles; geared up and heading out.
“Hey guys,” Dawn said cheerfully. “Where are you off to?”
“Well, we don’t want our Padawans to have all of the fun,” Buffy smirked. “So we decided to go out on patrol.” She paused for a moment, seemingly sizing up her sister. “Want to come? Could be in lieu of lessons.”
Dawn shook her head. “Nah, that’s okay. I got stuff to do for Master Shryne; you all go on.”
“All right, have it your way,” Buffy said, giving her sister a hug. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yes, Master,” Dawn said in her usual mocking voice. Buffy playfully slapped Dawn on her arm, before turning and heading towards the door with the rest of the Scoobies.
“So, where to?” she asked. “Any good cemeteries around here?”
“Yeah, but there’s also a good mini-golf course, too,” Xander replied.
“Ooh, mini-golf!” Willow exclaimed and then sighed wistfully. “I missed that.”
“Surely there are more pressing areas to patrol than a mini-golf course?” Giles interjected, slightly exasperated.
“Only if there’s a mall around. I need new shoes.”
“I need new tops. Short sleeves don’t work on me like they used to.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I could use a few new things…”
“And here I am, oblivious to the eye…” Giles sighed, trailing behind the three as they walked out the door. “The Earth is definitely doomed.”
Dawn smiled as the door closed, tears of happiness forming in her eyes. Vi, who had been wandering the halls, saw the tears and came up to her friend.
“Dawn? Is everything all right?” she asked. Dawn wiped the tears away and nodded.
“It is now,” she said with a smile. “The band’s back together.”--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“You know, we really have to stop meeting like this.”
Dawn stood, her moth gaping like a fish out of water and her eyes wide, in the doorway to Zett’s quarters. Inside stood Zett, fresh from the shower and naked as the day he was born. The young Jedi Knight couldn’t help but smirk at Dawn’s expression.
“See anything you like?” he continued, causing the young girl to turn a brilliant shade of red before she quickly turned around.
“I don’t know,” Dawn retorted after a moment, finally regaining some of her composure. “There wasn’t much there to see.”
“Ouch Dawn. That really hurts.”
“You know, I think I preferred all of you Jedi before you learned the art of witty bantering.” She paused for a moment, “Though I hope you’re still learning, ‘cause you suck. And no ‘sucking’ joke!” she added hastily. “And put some damn pants on, would you?”
There was a brief rustling of cloth and then Zett’s voice called out, “You can turn around now.” Dawn turned to see that, thankfully, he had put on some pants. “Now, is there a reason you barged into my room?”
“You said ‘come in’.”
“I said ‘coming’.”
Dawn huffed. “Whatever. Master Shryne sent-” she paused suddenly, considering something and then scowled. “Why that crafty, conniving son of a bitch!”
“I’m still in the room.”
“Not you, Zippy. Shryne!” Dawn exclaimed irritably. “He’s setting us up!”
“What do you mean, ‘setting us up’?” Zett asked as he pulled on his shirt.
“He’s taking the whole ‘attachments aren’t a bad thing’ to a whole new level and he’s starting to play matchmaker. Lucky for me, he started with us,” she finished sarcastically.
“So, what? He want’s us to…copulate?” Zett asked. Dawn shuddered.
“God, I hope not,” she replied. “No, he probably just thinks we should date or something.”
“Oh.” Zett said at length. “Well then, why don’t we?”
Dawn looked at him startled. “What?”
“Well, maybe if we - go out - he might get off of our backs,” Zett reasoned. “At the very least, he might stop sending us to each other when we’re naked. Not that I’m complaining….”
“You pig…wait, are you asking me out?” she said suddenly, realization hitting. “Like out on a date?”
“Well, there are worse fates out there.”
“You really want to go on a date with me,” she stated. “Why? And it better not be because you saw me naked!”
“It’s not.” He paused for a moment. “Okay, maybe a bit, but the reason I’m asking is that, well, I enjoy your company. You’re so different than anybody I’ve ever known and so much more than any Jedi I’ve ever worked with. And while I’m not entirely sure how I feel about you, I’d like the opportunity to find out.”
Dawn considered him for a moment. “You’re serious about this?”
“I am,” Zett replied. “Of course, I have absolutely no idea what to do or how I would pay for it. Unless the Council would like to convert republic credits into Earth money?”
Dawn chuckled fondly. “Tell you what. You talk to Wes and have him draw some money out of the Council’s miscellaneous budget and I’ll choose the place.”
“Excellent,” Zett said with a smile. “Then I guess I shall pick you up at your quarters tomorrow night, at around seven?”
“That sounds like a plan,” Dawn said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find Shryne and kick his ass.”
“And I need to finish getting dressed.”
“Right!” Dawn stood uncertainly at the door, then turned and walked away, doing her best to hide her smile. Unseen to her, Zett closed his door to finish getting dressed, a smile of his own never leaving his lips.
The next chapter we’ll see more of Dawn and Zett’s relationship, Dawn and Willow in lightsaber training, Buffy and Obi-Wan growing closer and we’ll see what Anakin and Padmé are up to as they travel into their home galaxy to bury Shmi.
In chapter four, we’ll follow the Jedi and Slayers as they ramp up training and follow Dawn as she risks a trip to the old Jedi Temple on Coruscant to retrieve Jedi artifacts - and goes sword to sword with a young Mara Jade.
In Episode 4, I have dedicated four chapters to establishing what
happened in the four years of their exile on Earth. But, aside from
some small cases, I haven't gone in-depth into what was going on. I
have no scenes with Slayers and JEdi patroling together or anything
But you can change that.
Here is the criteria-
Write what happens when Slayers and Jedi patrol together. Include
random cemetary sweeps on up to impending Apocalypse's. Dramatis
Buffy Skywalker; Jedi Master, Slayer (female human)
Willow Rosenberg-Naberrie; Force-Sensitive Witch (female human)
Anakin Skywalker; Jedi Master (human male)
Padmé Skywalker (female human)
Obi-Wan Kenobi; Jedi Master (human male)
Aayla Secura; Jedi Master (female Twi'lek)
Bol Chatak; Jedi Master (male Zabrak)
Roan Shryne; Jedi Master (human male)
Ydra Kilwallen; Jedi Master (female Mirialan)
Teryl Sibwarra; Jedi Master (Female Kuat)
Zett Jukassa; Jedi Knight (human male)
Serra Keto, Jedi Knight (human female)
Olee Starstone, Jedi Padawan (female human)
Dawn Summers, Watchers, Jedi Padawan (female human)
Lord Nigel Ambrose-Bellairs, Head, Watcher's Council (male human)
Xander Harris, Wather's Council Represenative (male human)
Rupert Giles, Senior Watcher (male human)
Faith Lehane, Senior Slayer (female human)
Wesley Whyndam-Pryce, Watcher (male human)
Winefred Burkle, Council Tech Specialist (female human)
Spike, Council Operative (male vampire)
Angel, Council Operative (male vampire)
You can set up any relationships you like, but there are three
standing relationships that you CANNOT change- Buffy/Obi-Wan,
Dawn/Zett Jukassa, and Xander/Aayla.
Feel free to post your stories anyplace you wish, but I would request
that you upload a copy to this site, as I'd like to compile them.
My Beta, Fallenstar2, has already posted several such stories over at Fanfiction.net uner the title Exiled. Go check them out today!