Through Death Will I Protect
PG 13 - TPairings:
I do not own Torchwood or Buffy characters, canon story lines, etc; they belong to their respectable creators.Summary:
"The Key needs to be protected. She needs to be safe."
Dawn’s eyes slowly opened. She half expected to wake in her own bed back in Sunnydale, California. By now, however, she knew she wouldn’t. She awoke in a little bedroom underneath Cardiff, Wales, Great Britain.
Dawn pushed the plain black duvet off her and swung her legs off the bed. Barefooted, Dawn passed the cold floor to the closet. It was natural, as if she did this everyday in this room. And somewhere in Dawn told her she had.
Two lives conflicted in Dawn’s mind; two entirely separate lives crushing into one. She didn’t know where one started and where the other ended. She simply knew that she lived her now. She lived with this man named Jack and worked in this little hub with a medical bay and a pet Pterodactyl.
Dawn didn’t know if she had Amnesia or if the PTB messed with her again. Either way, Dawn felt lost and alone but yet as if she had always belonged here.
Dawn threw on a pair of jeans and a nice, revealing purple top. The fourteen-year-old inside her smirked, Buffy would not approve. Still barefooted, Dawn’s eyes fell happily on a large collection of shoes neatly laid out against the back of the closet. She plopped down on the ground to carefully check out each left and right shoe. She couldn’t help but marvel at how good of taste this grown-up Dawn had.
After picking a pair of purple heels, Dawn stood back up, took a deep breath, and opened the only door leading out of the bedroom.
Jack sat at his desk looking over the paperwork that he had so easily pushed aside earlier. But he needed a distraction and they were giving him just that. However, as his pen traveled across the papers, he couldn’t hide from the reality.
Martha had left the night before. She told him nothing was wrong. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Dawn.
But somehow something was.
Jack turned the paper over and continued writing. Taking a sip of cold tea, he documented the latest alien technology found.
She had learned to be sneaky. Of course, Buffy or Spike or anyone would catch her, but she prided over her ability to be quiet and observant. Right now, that was what she was doing. Leaning against the doorpost, Dawn watched the brown haired, beautiful man stressing over a stack of papers.
He didn’t notice her until she made her way to the chair directly opposite his desk. Jack looked up. Blue eyes met blue.
He didn’t say anything. He waited because he didn’t know what to say to her. Was she her? Did she remember him? Or was this going to be a repeat of the day before?
So Dawn spoke first. “Hello Jack,” Dawn’s voice seemed alien to herself. Mature way beyond her cognitive level. But even that, Dawn noticed, seemed older, wiser. And suddenly her theory of amnesia made much more sense.
Not waiting for Jack to reply, Dawn said, “Tell me about me, about us.”
Jack looked at her. Her eyes betrayed her lack of recognition. But still in them, Jack saw his wife, his Dawn. And Jack nodded because he could never deny her.
“You’re amazing. You’re beautiful. I love everything about you… except the anchovies that you insist to be on your pizza.” He smirked and Dawn couldn’t help but blush. “And I’m pretty sure that you love me too, or at least that’s what you lead me to believe when you’re…” Jack trailed off and it was his turn to blush. Dawn didn’t catch on to what Jack was leading to, but let her eyes drop at the way Jack looked at her.
He continued, “We found you. You were only a kid and you were lost and hurt and dressed in that ceremonial dress, we assumed you came from the rift.”
Dawn couldn’t help but wonder aloud, “Rift?”
Jack knew now, for certain, that Dawn didn’t remember. Which scared him all over again. He loved her. He didn’t want to scare her away with all that Torchwood dealt with or all that he was.
So he ignored her, just for now. “You didn’t remember anything. You didn’t know who you were, where you came from, anything. You just knew your name, Dawn.
We took you back here, stitched you up, and tried to figure out anything about you that we could. We found nothing. So we kept you.”
“Like a little lost puppy dog,” Dawn muttered under her breath. Unbeknownst to her, Jack had heard her say this plenty of times.
“A much more beautiful and more entertaining puppy dog. You joined us here. You became a part of our team. We found that you had a knack for translating materials. You’re brilliant, but deadly. Everyone knows not to get on your bad side. Which is especially deadly for me, no one else has to live with you 24/7!”
He continued to talk. And Dawn continued to listen. But as she listened, she couldn’t make up what happened.
She interrupted him. “So no Willow, Xander, or Giles or anyone?”
Jack looked at her blankly having never heard these names before. “No.”
Dawn shook in her seat and whispered. “I’m all alone here, I’m alone in another country, all old and married!”
Jack shook his head. “You’re not alone Dawn. I’m here. Ianto’s here, Gwen, and Martha even came last night. We’re all here for you. We all love you.”
And Dawn knew this was true. She knew because she remembered seeing Ianto yesterday and hearing his name in her head. She remembered seeing Jack and knowing him and loving him.
And quietly, Dawn’s thoughts and words tried to puzzle together the little snippets of a brightening dream. “We were married at a small church… except… it wasn’t a church. It was really just an alter… right?”
Jack nodded. A smile played on his face in memory. “We couldn’t get it legally documented because…” Jack’s voice trailed off. He remembered that Dawn didn’t know what he was. She didn’t know he was an immortal being. And he was afraid to tell her.
“It was a small wedding because the people who were with me when we found you were dead.”
And Dawn nodded.. “I think remember.”
“You remember them?”
Dawn shook her head. “I remember the death. The darkness.” And she did. And as she spoke she remembered is. Jack was surrounded by the darkness just as Buffy had been.
Jack stood from his chair. He walked around the desk and fell to his knees in front of Dawn. He took her hands in his and gently stroked her skin with his thumb. “Dawn, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through all of this. I love you and I just want to protect you.”
That word echoed through her mind. Protect, protect, protect…. They had to be certain the Slayer would protect it with her life. So they sent the key to her in the form of a sister.
You must protect the Key.
Then the last thing she'll see is me protecting her.
I'm counting on you ... to protect her.
My apologies for note adding for a long time. I forgot to say that I work at a summer camp all summer- which means I have no access to internet for much of the summer. I also just started university, which means I am in an entirely new place, and packed with schoolwork. So my apologies.