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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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Prologue: Huh?

Title: The Summers Effect
Rated: PG-13
Summary: After the battle with Glory, Dawn and Buffy find themselves in a new home, with a new life and a new family. Things seemed good. To bad no body told them about the psychotic robots that were going to try and kill them.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss owns all things Buffy. Ron owns all things BSG including some of the dialogue and scenes from this stroy. I’m just playing with them for my own twisted amusement.
AN: Don’t ask where this came from. Well, truthfully, I’ve been thinking about doing something with ‘the Dawn effect’ and ‘Dawn Adama’ for awhile, but then this little plot bunny jumped in and, well, this is what you get. I'll get to explain what's going on in the next chapter or so, so just hang in there if you're confused. So, yes, we get to add another story to my seemingly endless list of WIPs. Is it possible for a Muse to ADD? Anyway, hopefully, I’ll get to update this somewhat regularly. And yes, I am taking the cliché and using it for my own purposes. Never thought I would, but, hey, if it works.

Oh, and if you’ve never seen BSG (the new series) don’t sweat it. We’re taking this from the beginning so hopefully you’ll be able to follow along.

Oh, and lastly, please excuse the typos because this is non-beta.

Prologue: Huh?

Dying sucked. Big time. Buffy always figured it would, but she just hadn’t realized how much until the actual act was underway.

It had all happened so quickly. One minute, she had been standing at the top of the tower, loosing Dawn’s restrains. The next minute, when the world exploded beneath them into a ball of blinding light, the platform had shifted so suddenly and violently that Buffy had only felt Dawn knock into her before they both fell.

That wasn’t supposed to be how it ended. Not for her. Certainly not for Dawn.

Crazy People Construction was so getting sued for this. No railing along the platform and a big, gapping hole in front of the restraints? Really they were just asking for it. And she was pretty sure she could find someone from Wolfram and Hart around here in the afterlife. They didn’t strike her as the type to let a little thing like their client being dead to stop them from carrying out a frivolous lawsuit.

Then again, Buffy wasn’t so sure that she was dead dead because, if she was, it sure did hurt. From everything she had heard about the afterlife, if it hurt, it wasn’t a good sign.


She cringed at the sound of her name being called from very far away in the dark. The voice sounded kind and worried, but she didn’t want to go to it. It hurt even more to go that way, and she didn’t want to.

“Oh, gods. Please, wake up.”

She groaned, trying to reject what the voice was asking of her. In doing so, however, she found herself drawing closer to it. In a last ditch effort, she squeezed her eyes even tighter shut. That didn’t help stop the voice.

“Buffy, please.”

Drawing a breath, Buffy hissed as pain shot through her body. It was just a dull hurt before, but now sharp pains knocked around inside her chest and head. Her whole body was tensed and pulled and she felt like any moment she was going to pop from the pain.

Her mind briefly flickered back to seeing Glory getting hit by that truck. Buffy didn’t think that this was how the goddess had felt - if she felt anything. No, this was something more like getting hit by one of those bullet trains going at full speed into the side of a mountain.

“Gods. Somebody! Please!”

There was the sound of people rushing about; of things being moved and orders being given. It was hard to make anything out in the wave of chaos. Someone was trying to talk to her, but mainly he was speaking to someone else.

In the middle of it, something grabbed the side of her face and forced one of her eyes opened. A blinding light shone down into it. For a moment, she thought she was back on top of that tower looking down into that hell portal. A moment later, her eye was allowed to shut, but then the other one was forced opened and the process repeated.

By this time she was well awake and her eyes opened on their own. The light wherever she was was dull as compared to the single bright light that was being shone into her right retina, but it still bordered on unbearable. She closed her eyes again and weakly turn away.

There was a slight chuckle from above. Buffy decided whoever it was was getting slayed the second she could move.

“Welcome back,” the grinning voice said in a deep, soothing tone.

“Ow,” Buffy choked out in response.

Forcing her head back towards the owner of the soon-to-be slayed voice, Buffy once again opened her eyes and peered upwards. A tall, dark-skinned man smiled warmly down at her. He wore a white coat and stethoscope and even Buffy’s cotton wool mind put it together that he was a doctor.

There were other people milling about too. They wore scrubs and were wheeling something away. Nurses, probably, but they were gone before she got a good look at them.

“Buffy, my name is Dr. Simon Elis,” the doctor said. “I know you’re in a lot of pain, but you should be feeling the sedatives starting kicking in. It will make you sleepy, but it should help take the edge off.”

The pain had lessen some, now that she thought about it. Okay, so Doctor Laughing Boy wasn’t get his ass slayed anymore for that, but he still so going to get it kicked that was for sure.

“Thanks,” she said quietly.

Someone else was in the room as well. He stood off in the corner and she could just see him out of the side of her eyes. Once the nurses were gone, he came to the other side of her bed. Blinking, Buffy turned her attention away from the doctor and looked up at the newcomer. His hair was dark and so where his eyes. He was cute, but for some unknown reason Buffy felt revulsion rip through her at the thought. Worry and relief were clearly etched on his face, though Buffy couldn’t quiet figure out why. Still, there was something oddly familiar about him.

Reaching down, he took her hand in his. Squeezing it, he said, “Hey.”

“Hey,” she responded. “What’s going on? Where’s Dawn?”

“You’re sister’s fine,” Dr. Elis said, pulling her attention back him. “She was pretty banged up. Broke her arm and a couple of ribs and hit her head pretty hard, but besides that and the cuts and bruises, she should be fine once she wakes up. Do you remember what happened?”

Buffy pressed her lips. Somehow, she didn’t think saying that she and her sister fell off a high tower into a dimensional portal that her sister’s blood opened up was exactly what the good doctor was looking for. Instead, she shook her head.

“Sorry,” she said with a shaky grin.

Elis nodded. “It’s not uncommon for some memory loss after a head injury,” he said, addressing both her and the young man.

“You were in a car accident, Buffy,” the man at her side said. “Remember, you and Dawn were coming home from the C-Buck’s game. The police said that guy must have lost control of his car during that weird storm and just didn’t see you.”

C-Bucks? Car accident? Okay, something way wiggy was going on here.

They must have noticed her blank look because Elis patted her gently on her shoulder. “Like I said, she’ll probably have some memory loss.”

She’s sitting right here,” Buffy snapped.

A small grin spread across the face of the guy standing next to her. It was the same look her friends got whenever she got smart with the Watcher’s Council because they were being condescending towards her and the Scoobies. It was like he knew what she was like and he was glad to see her being herself.

However, it didn’t seem to phase Elis in the least bit. “Sorry,” he said. “Well, you seem to remember your sister. We’ll need to see what else you remember to see if there is any more damage. I’m going to ask you some simple questions, okay? Just answer them the best you can. Who’s the president?”

She tried not to role her eyes, she really did, but she always hated the concussion questions. They always made her headaches that much worse. “Bush,” she said.

Elis frowned, as did the other guy. “No, Buffy,” the younger guy said. “Adar’s the president, remember?”

Buffy frowned and drew her eyebrows together. Who the hell was Adar?

“Ms. Adama,” Elis said, leaning a bit closer. “What Colony are you currently on?”

“Colony of what?” Buffy asked, her brows so scrunched together that there was now a small line formed between them. “And what’s with this ‘Ms. Adama’ stuff? My name is Summers.”

As Elis looked down at Buffy in confusion, alarm shot through the young man’s face. Moving the doctor out of the way, he leaned in close to Buffy and asked, “Buffy, who am I?”

Leaning back, she said, “I don’t know, but I’m guessing someone who doesn’t understand the concept of personal space.”

His face paled considerably. “Gods,” he said, taking a step back and looking up at Elis. “She doesn’t remember me. What about Lee? Do you remember him? Or Mom? Dad?”

“No,” Buffy said slowly. Maybe this guy was the one with head trauma.

“But you remember Dawn?” Elis asked, now looking at her with interest.

“Yeah,” Buffy said. “She’s my sister.”

“But you don’t remember me?” the young man asked, sounding rather hurt.

“No,” she said, “why would I?”

Leaning forward again, he said, “Because it’s me, Buffy. Zak.” At her blank stare, he added, “Your brother.”

Buffy felt herself blink once. Then twice. Then she said the only thing that someone in her situation could say.


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