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Summary: After the battle with Glory, Dawn and Buffy find themselves in a new home, with a new life and a new family. Unfortunately, no one told them about the psychotic robots that were going to try and kill them.

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Chapter One: Leonard Bernstein!

AN: Okay, I know its been forever since I updated this, but with the last half of the last season upon us, I've really gotten back into BSG. Hopefully I'll be able to get going good on this story. It's sort of worked, since I've rewritten this chapter ike seven times before I found something I liked. I'm just hoping it keeps up. Just warn you, I'm still working without a beta on this so please forgive the typos and misspellings. Also, quick disclaimer, the song mentioned belongs to REM, not me.

Thank you to those who reviewed the last chapter, too.

Chapter One: Leonard Bernstein!

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane - Lenny Bruce is not afraid.


Buffy sat on the front steps of Sunnydale High School, her head nodding along with the song that someone had turned up far too loud as it began to speed up into a blur of words. Her fellow students moved about her as they exited the school and headed home for the afternoon. School had only let out, so some where taking a little longer to talk to their friends or meet up with a significant someone, but she knew that they would all be gone within fifteen minutes.

Twisting the sucker around in her mouth, she glanced around the crowd. She hadn’t seen Willow since Math and Xander had disappeared about the same time that Cordy did. She didn’t really to think to hard on that because…that just never was a good place for anyone’s mind to go. She’d catch up with them later when she went to the library to see Giles.

Or she would have, if everything here wasn’t, you know, a dream.


It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.


Leaning back against the stone steps, Buffy crossed her ankles and pulled the sucker out of her mouth. Why didn’t surprise her that she could only remember the course of that stupid song?

“Now that’s not true,” a male voice said, flopping down beside her and plucking the sucker from her hand. “If you make through some more of the song, you’ll remember ‘Leonard Bernstein’ too.”

Buffy scrunched her nose as he popped the candy in his mouth. He raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he said around the sucker.

“Zak, you do know that is completely disgusting, right?”

Grinning back at her, he pulled the candy from her mouth. “You want it back?”

“Um, that would be a big no.”

He laughed as he put the sucker back in his mouth and leaned back to mimic her pose. The khaki pants pulled a little around his thigh from him having sat down on them wrong and Buffy noticed a small tear that someone had tried to mend had torn open on the sleeve of his reddish/orange shirt. She wondered if Kara had tried to fix it or Zak had done it himself. It wasn’t a very good job, but still better than what Buffy would have managed.

Buffy realized that he was dressed the same he had been that last Sunday dinner she had seen him at their mother’s. Or that woman who was supposed to be her mother. Joyce was still her mother. No amount of magic and mind twisty stuff was going to change that.

“‘Mind twisty stuff’,” Zak asked, raising his eyebrow. “How old are you again?”

“Shut up.” Buffy made a face at him and then turned back to the view. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“What? I can’t have just come to see my baby sister at her old stomping grounds?”

“Oh, yeah, it’d be fine if you had ever been to Earth, or if, you know, you hadn’t been dead for two years.” She shrugged a shoulder. “When a dead person visits, it tends to make things a little weird.”

He snorted.

“Well, see if I come to visit you again,” he muttered, turning his attention back to the horizon.


It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.




“What’s it like?”


“Being dead.”

She frowned. The sun must be setting because it seemed like everything was turning orange.

He shrugged. “Okay, I guess. Why?”

“I’m almost twenty-four. I should be dead by now.”

It was so orange now. Unnaturally so. Like the air itself was on fire.


Leonard Bernstein!


“I’m sorry to be one to tell you this, little sister,” Zak said, twisting the candy’s stick between his fingers, “but you still have a long way to go before you make it home.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He smile patiently at her; his shirt seemed to gleam in the light. She wanted to hit him.

“You know what the most ironic thing about this is?”

Buffy glanced over at him and had to squint. She could really use a pair of sunglasses. It didn’t bother Zak, though.


“How hauntingly beautiful death really is,” he said, still staring off in front of him.

Buffy turned her head and felt her breath catch. Across the street from Sunnydale High was the grassy hills just north of Caprica City. Buffy had only been there once, right after she and Dawn had been released from the hospital and her new family had still been trying to ‘jog’ Buffy’s memories. Apparently their ‘grandfather’ had lived near there after he had retired. As kids, she, Lee, Zak, and Dawn had played there.

The tall grass swayed in the wind.

The sun peaked over the mountain.

In the distances, two mushroom clouds rolled towards the sky.


It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Drawing in a sharp breath, Buffy jerked awake. Late morning light filtered through a thin pair of curtains that hung on the window beside her bed. A glance at the clock told her it was earlier than she wanted it to be. After the week she had had, she had planned on sleeping until at least next Thursday. Looks like she was going to have to settle for 11:00 A.M.

Groaning, Buffy got out of her nice warm, comfy bed and padded across her bedroom. She narrowly avoided getting her legs tangled up in the clothes she had dropped on the floor the night before, but did managed to bang her shin against a cabinet door she didn’t remember opening. Frowning, she scavenged through her ever empty cabinets, searching in vain for some coffee that she just knew she had bought…maybe a month or two ago. The mission was a ‘no joy’ though.

Oh, God, she had been in Adama family too long if she was thinking in military terminology.

Giving up on the coffee search, she wondered into the living room and flipped on the TV set. Some scientist with great hair and a snake smile was grinning back at her. He had a patient look on his face, the same one that her math teacher used to get when someone - usually herself or Xander - asked a question that he found particularly stupid. He was going to use the small words so even those who had to take the short bus should understand. She rolled her eyes and turned off the sound before he started speaking.

On a shelf next to her TV were several pictures of her ‘new’ family. Carolanne had put them there after she had moved in last year. All the photos were from when the family was younger. In one photo were three young children - two young boys of eight and ten and Buffy herself at five - playing on the beach. The next was Dawn at ten in her Pyramid uniform playing a game with Buffy and some friends. Then Lee at fourteen with Buffy on his back piggyback style. Next was Buffy at her high school graduation with parents standing on either side of her. The last picture was of Lee, Zak, and Buffy all standing in their Colonial uniforms. She was in every picture, and she didn’t remember a single one of them being taken because she hadn’t really been there. She had been on Earth with her real parents, Joyce and Hank Summers. That was where she had been raised and that was home. Only now…it wasn’t.

Earth, according to all those fun doctors that her ‘real’ parents had sent her too, was a legend - a myth really - that only crackpots and religious fanatics believed in. Her name wasn’t Summers, it was Adama. Her parents were William and Carolanne Adama. She lived on Caprica. She had been a Cadet in the Colonial Fleet and had just started flight school for Vipers when she had been a car accident with her sister. She hit her head and that was what was confusing her. This was what they told her, and that was what she repeated, because here it was true.

No matter what Principal Snyder thought, Buffy wasn’t stupid. The second Zak told her that he was her brother and they were on some planet named Caprica, she knew that if she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life living in a padded cell and learning how to eat everything with a spoon because sharp things would be a ‘no-no’ she had to play along. It wasn’t easy, but she managed.

For some reason, something had made sure that she had Dawn had a place to go when they landed in this dimension (because it had to be another dimension). Why the Adamas, she didn’t know. They were good people, though, even with all their problems. But it still bugged Buffy. There had to be a reason. There was always a reason.

Sometimes she wondered what kind of theories Giles and Willow would have come up with. They probably would have figured out in no time between the two of them. She’d had three years and still didn’t have clue.

At least here Dawn was safe because nothing weird (well, weird for her) ever happened. The weirdest thing she had heard of was another group that had been called Cylons that were robots, but they were gone. Xander would be disappointed to know that there weren’t any aliens, but Buffy was glad. They might have set off her Slayer sensey and caused some major problems. Nothing else had so far.

Yeah, that was one of the nice surprises about waking up and finding herself in another dimension, no more slaying. Apparently, that doorway to hell that Glory was trying to open, actually led to one of the most dead dimensions when it came to nasties of the night. No vamps. No demons. No problems for Buffy. Well, not those kind anyway.

She was still the Slayer; she had found that out fast thanks to those still kick-ass healing powers. It also meant that without anything to slay, she didn’t have a way to release all that extra energy. Some days she felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin, but she learned to control it somewhat with regular, hard workouts.

She glanced at the picture of her and the boys in their uniforms. Turned out that the Fleet didn’t really want to have someone who ‘couldn’t remember’ the first twenty years of their lives flying their very expensive aircraft. Not that she could blame them. She could still barely drive a car without killing someone; piloting an aircraft that goes from zero to ‘oh, God, oh, God, we’re all going to die’ in two seconds might not be the best place to put her. Although, according to her family and Starbuck, she was pretty good, if not reckless. The Fleet had offered to let her specialize in something else, but Buffy hadn’t been a real kind of military type since the Initiative, so she opted for discharge. Her father hadn’t been thrilled, but, really, what did Buffy care about pleasing him? It wasn’t like he was her real dad anyway.

It didn’t matter much now. She lived on her own and had a job as a bike messenger while she finished up her degree at the University of Caprica in Corinth, a town about two hours north of Caprica City in the mountains. By the end of the semester, she would graduate with her degree in psychology. What she was going to do after that, she wasn’t really sure, but, hey, at least she wasn’t a cop. Take that placement test.

She looked at Zak’s picture for a long moment as his words from her dream came back.

“I’m sorry to be one to tell you this, little sister, but you still have a long way to go before you make it home.”

Sighing, she wiped her hands over her face. It scared the crap out of her, but she knew that it was a Slayer dream. But why? Why would she have one after four years of living in a slay-free zone? It was just…weird.

Her cellphone (sorry, wireless phone) buzzed from the kitchen counter. Leaving the photos, Buffy snapped it opened. “Hello?”

“You’re awake this early on a Saturday? Are you sick?”

She rolled her eyes as she imagined her sister’s grin. “Dawn, most people sleep more when they’re sick,” Buffy said opening her refrigerator. She eyed her orange juice wearily. How long had it been in there again?

“Yeah, but we’re talking about you,” Dawn said.

Sniffing the juice, Buffy decided not to try it. “Funny.”

“I thought so.”

Hearing a door close on Dawn’s side of the phone, Buffy knew that Dawn must have just gone to her room. That meant she called to ask about one thing.

“So, are you going to come with me tomorrow to see Dad or not?”

Buffy tried not to wince at how easily the word ‘Dad’ rolled off Dawn’s tongue. That was another fun and interesting fact about their landing here; Dawn didn’t remember anything about Earth. As far as her sister was concerned, there was no Giles, Willow, Xander, or even Spike. Sunnydale didn’t exist and neither did the Hellmouth. All Dawn remembered was exactly what she should remember. She was Dawn Marie Adama, the youngest child of William and Carolanne, and she never was and never would be the mystical being that was known as the Key. While it hurt that she didn’t remember their real past together or their real mother, Buffy was glad that Dawn didn’t remember that.

“I already told you I can’t,” Buffy said, sitting down hard onto one of her chairs.

“Come one, Buffy. Dad and his ship are retiring. It’s a big thing for him.”

Buffy tried not to roll her eyes; really, she did. “Dawn, I can’t. I’ve got a final tomorrow night. Dad understands, so don’t try to guilt me on this.”

It had taken Buffy forever to get used to referring to Carolanne and Bill as Mom and Dad, but she managed. It still sounded weird - and somewhat of a betrayal - but she did it.

Buffy grinned because this was real reason why Dawn called. “Besides, you’ll have Lee to keep you company.”

Sighing in defeat, Dawn flopped onto her bed. “You know, you could at least try and not sound so smug when you say that.”

“Yeah, I kind of do. I might also add a hardy ‘haha’ because you get to play referee this time.”

“Oh, joy,” Dawn deadpanned. She paused for a moment. “Do you think they’ll kill each other?”

“Probably not while the cameras are around. It’d be bad publicity for the Fleet.”

Dawn groaned. “You know I really hate you right now.”

“Yeah, well, you’re going to be hating me from your ringside seat of Dad vs. Lee Mania on Galactica, so get used to it.”


Buffy grinned. “I thought so.”

Later that day and hundreds of miles away, a beautiful blonde woman stood on Gaius Baltar’s balcony watching the late afternoon sun reflect off the still waters of the lake. The sun would be setting soon, so the light had taken on a more golden hew and made the water look almost like it was on fire. She smiled sadly to herself and wondered if it would still be beautiful tomorrow.

She could hear Gaius moving about in his home as he got ready to head back into Caprica City for the evening. They had spent the afternoon in bed after his interview Kellan Brody and it had been mutually enjoyable for the two of them. He had enjoyed himself immensely, at any rate, but she couldn’t complain. It was a nice way to spend their last day together.

Tomorrow this would be gone as according to God’s plan. Her people would come home. Most of his would be gone.

If there was a way to save him, she would. She hadn’t lied when she said that she loved him. She would do what she had to to save him, but it would be God’s Will whether or not he survived. If he survived, then God must have a plan for him as well. Perhaps it would even be a plan that would bring them back together some day.

“Oh, there you are,” she heard him say from the glass door she had left opened. “Are you ready to go?”

“It’s beautiful here,” she said instead. “Don’t you think so, Gaius?”

She could feel him looking at her. He was probably making that face that made him look like a young, confused school boy that didn’t quiet understand what the teacher had explained to him on the board. It made her want to kiss him.

“Yes, I suppose it is,” he conceded.

“I hope it stays this way,” she said.

Now he would be frowning. She knew he would without looking at him. “I hope it does, too. I would hate to have to move.”

As she turned around, he extended his arm back into through the door. He was growing impatient with her. How human.

She laughed lightly to herself. Tomorrow she would tell him. She wondered if moving or his impatient with her would even cross his mind.

“Well, lets go then,” he said.

She smiled. “By your command, Gaius.”

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