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This story is No. 1 in the series "TtH 5000: Dawn Invades Saint Louis". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: For the TTH5000, prompt 15: Going into Business. Dawn starts a new job. Vampires and Werewolves and Strippers, Oh My.

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Anita Blake > Dawn-CenteredNicolaFR1345,11731113,02814 Nov 0611 Dec 06Yes

Clearly, This Was A Good Idea

An Ill-Advised Venture
Rating: FR13
Part of the TTH5000
Topic: Dawn/Anita Blake
Prompt: 15. Going into business.
Spoilers for the end of Buffy and up through Danse Macabre for AB
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Part 4-Clearly, This Was A Good Idea

Dawn woke up with a start.

She had absolutely no idea where she was, what time it was, or what the hell was going on.

She was in a completely dark room and she was alone.

She sat straight up and felt around for a light . When she found one, and turned it on, she breathed a sigh of relief as she realized where she was.

The room was decorated as if it had come straight out of the 1600s, and there were absolutely no windows. Of course, she was in the lower levels of the circus.

With that revelation, she remembered the events that had lead her to falling asleep in the circus, and the family she had saved.

Dawn smiled.

A good day’s work, and one of the reasons she wanted to become a lawyer. To help people in need. She knew more about the preternatural then most people on the planet, and she had the skills to help those who were being hurt because of things they couldn’t help. Like being furry a few days a month.

In a way, she was following in big sister’s footsteps. Helping the helpless. Killing the monsters. She was just doing it on her own terms.

The door opened, and Jason bounced in, looking back to normal in black leather pants, and a shirt that really should not have counted as such, being made mostly of straps.

“Good morning Sunshine!”

“Coffee. Now.” She growled. Nathaniel, ever the intelligent one, was right behind him the liquid of life, made just the way she liked it; Black, with four sugars.

“What time is it, anyway?”


“Shit! I should be at Guilty Pleaures!”

“Relax. Asher took over for you. Boss man wants to see you, to congratulate you on a job well done.”

“Me? Shouldn’t he be thanking the teacher? We would have lost without her.”

“He’s already sent flowers and a thank-you note. But they would have shooed her out without you there. You saved the day.”

“I did my job, Jason.”

“You did it admirably, Miss Summers.” Jean Claude walked in, and Dawn squeaked, realizing that she was still wearing nothing but Jason’s t-shirt. “I am very grateful to you for keeping those in my employ safe and out of lycanthrope jail. You will be receiving a large bonus for going above and beyond the call of duty.”


“No buts, Ms. Summers, I am indebted to you. Please, take the night off. I will see you tomorrow evening. Jason will drive you home.”

Dawn smiled. “Thanks.” She grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom to change.

When she came out, Jean Claude was gone, and Jason was waiting to drive her home.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Jean Claude sat in his office, pleased with himself.

He had not been sure about hiring the sister of a slayer, no matter how he had presented himself in the beginning. Hiring the sibling of someone who killed his kind was not the most intelligent thing that he could ever do. Asher had warned him against it. Multiple times.

He likened it to suicide.

Jean Claude’s followers got hurt. A lot. If the slayer’s little sister got hurt, the slayer would ride in to save her. And most likely kill those who put her in harm’s way.

But he persisted.

He had to.

She was valuable. She was talented, had all the skills that one needed to run J.C. corporation.

He had never thought so fatalistically before. But loving and being around Anita had made him feel his mortality. Those that Anita loved had a knack for ending up dead.

His people would not suffer if he died. Even if meant putting a human in charge in his place.

“Yes, Miss Summers,” Jean Claude remarked to himself. “I do believe that hiring you was a very smart decision on my part.”

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