Pairing # Dawn Summers / Nick Fury (Agent of SHIELD)
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, no money made, no copyright infringement intended.
Spoilers: Season Seven of Buffy, the first two Anchor FFA’s
Warnings: Character Death, depressing.
Word Count: 400
Dawn was in a daze.
The Council was gone. Her family was gone, all gone.
And nobody was coming back.
Someone bandaged her head. Another stranger put a cast on her broken arm. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t care.
She felt the pinprick of a needle and jerked. Someone took the needle out before it drew blood. Dawn caught the flash of an eye-patch and looked up hopefully.
It wasn’t Xander.
He was older. He was military. “No,” he said curtly.
“Sir?” the medical technician was confused.
He cursed and the technician quit arguing and went away. He stood close and looked at her. Dawn barely noticed.
“Come,” he ordered.
Dawn didn’t hear him.
“My name is Nick Fury,” he had tried to soften his tone slightly. It was still so hard. He wasn’t like Xander at all.
Her head flew up and she stared at this stranger.
“Come,” he ordered again.
This time she followed. Her hand reached out and grabbed the back of his BDU’s. Riley had taught her that term. Was Riley dead too? She held on so tight that her knuckles turned white. He led her through the strange place. Everyone was in uniform. Everyone stared at her.
She didn’t see it. She didn’t see anything but dead, bloody faces.
He stopped, so she stopped. He reached behind his back and took her hand. He guided her to a chair. “Sit.”
Dawn stared at him blankly. He gently but sternly forced her to sit. He drove the vehicle, a hovercraft. Dawn’s eyes were open but she didn’t see anything. Finally he was standing beside her again. He didn’t order her this time. He picked her up and carried her. She didn’t help him.
He set her down on a bed. He pulled off her shoes and socks. He took off her jacket. He pushed her until she was horizontal. He put something in her arms. Dawn buried her nose in it.
Dawn started crying. He handed her a picture that she couldn’t see through her tears. He sat beside her with a hand on her shoulder as she cried and cried. She fell asleep knowing that she was safe. Even after their deaths, Mom and Buffy had found a way to keep her safe. She had an anchor in this hurricane.
Nick Fury kept watch all night long.