A/N: OK, next chapter! thank you to everyone who reveiwed, if you tell me something that you would like to see, and if fits in with my basic plans for this story, i will try to incorporate it, I promise! see first chapter for disclaimers! love xx Shezzi
Dawn knelt, bent over her knees, sobbing deeply. The pain of the journey had been intense, but didn't come close to the pain that was in her soul. Over the course of a few weeks, she had lost everything, her sister, her home, almost all of the family she had left, culminating in today, with the loss of everything she had ever known.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of boots pounding on concrete, and she slowly raised her tear stained face to look around. She was in a large room, with huge windows on one wall, but she was slightly distracted from her surroundings by the large men waving guns in her face. She stared, wide eyed, but couldn't muster a response.
"Who are you? How did you get here?" the questions were shouted over and over again, but she just shook her head, raising her hands and whimpering, staring in terror at the weapons. A red headed woman shoved her way through the shoulders, snapping orders at them angrily.
"Be quiet, stand back, can't you see she is in no condition to answer you...for all we know, she doesn't even understand you," she snapped, her irritation easy to read, then turned back to the naked young woman who was huddled on the platform. "Hi, sweetie, I'm Doctor Janet Frasier, but you can call me Janet. What's your name?" she knelt down next to the girl, carefully wrapping a soft blanket around her shoulders.
"D...Dawn," whispered Dawn softly.
"Are you hurt at all, Dawn?" Janet carefully looked the girl over, not seeing any visible wounds. Dawn shook her head silently, then her eyes rolled up in her head and she collapsed.
Cleveland, Ohio, the other universe
"Little D! Dawn, where are you?" Faith hurried through the Slayer House, hunting for Dawn. She was worried, she couldn't find her anywhere. B had made her promise to take care of Dawn if anything happened to her, and Faith didn't intend to let B down. She cared about Little D too much to let that happen.
"Faith," Giles spoke softly from the door to the study.
"Have you seen Little D?" demanded Faith, whirling to stare at him.
"She's gone, Faith. We had to send her back, there was no other way," Giles told her softly.
"No." Faith shook her head, her eyes getting impossibly large.
"Yes," replied Giles, his expression sorrowful. "There was nothing else we could do. She would have died if she stayed here, anyway," Faith started shaking her head, and stepped slowly towards him.
"So you...you just dumped a fifteen year old girl in the middle of another universe, with no one to take care of her, nothing familiar around? And you didn't even let me say goodbye?!" Faith was screaming in fury now, her face mere inches from Giles. Giles met her gaze, his own tired and grief filled.
"What gives you the right?" he asked, coldly. He was past caring, he didn't want to get close to anyone else, particularly not this girl, who had caused people he loved so much pain.
"I loved her like she was family. And I made a promise, Giles. A promise! I said I would always be there for her, if Buffy couldn't be. I promised her faithfully, and I was not going to break that promise for anything. But...but..." suddenly, she was sobbing, crying, something she hadn't done in years. She tried to force it back, but she couldn't, and she collapsed on the floor, sobbing, wailing. She cried for Buffy and Dawn, her sisters, for Xander, her friend, for every one of the girls they had turned into Slayers, who would now have to live with the consequences of that decision.
Giles watched Faith cry, and slowly, he felt himself soften. He knelt next to her, and, hesitantly, reached out to touch her shoulder. He gripped it firmly, and she shuddered, but did not pull away from his touch.
Jack O'Neill stood at the end of the infirmary bed, staring down at its diminutive occupant. Who would have thought that such a tiny girl could cause so much havoc? "How's she doing, Doc?" he asked softly.
"She seems to be exhausted, sir, but other than that, she's fine. No sign of a Goa’uld, no sign of any kind of technology meant as a weapon. Her tests came back almost completely human, but…there’s something there. I don’t know what, yet, but…her DNA has several genes we have never seen before. She also possesses the Ancient gene,” Janet and Jack exchanged significant glances over that particular revelation.
“So, what, she’s an Ancient?” asked Jack, skeptically.
“I don’t know, sir, but she’s definitely not an ordinary human,” replied Janet, shrugging slightly.
“I think that was obvious from the way she arrived, Doc,” replied Jack, his voice heavy with irony. Janet nodded, then turned her attention back to the girl lying in the isolation room.
“Right now, we’re just waiting for her to wake up, Jack. Hopefully, she’ll be able to give us answers, and then you won’t have to bug me for them,” she grinned at the expression on the Colonel’s face.
Jack glanced at the figure on the bed, she was so small, not short, just little all over. Something about her awoke Jack’s protective side, something that surprised him. While he cared about kids, he would normally have reacted to this girl, and the manner of her arrival here, quite differently.