Shifu watched as the…thing that wanted to hurt his sister ordered her servants around. He wished he could take her on, but knew as soon as he moved to do so he would be stopped, forcibly.
Instead, he listened to their conversations, and realised what he needed to do.
Concentrating, he found the girls that Glory’s servants had been chasing where they were sleeping. Moving into their dreams, he caught their sleeping consciousnesses and pulled, bringing them partway into his realm of existence, the same place he had set up Daniel’s lesson on why he couldn’t give Earth the knowledge of the Goa’uld.”Willow?”
“Tara? I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” Willow commented, taking her girlfriend’s hand.
“Hello,” Shifu said, appearing before them. “I’m sorry, I brought you here; it was the only way to talk to you.”
“Who are you?” demanded Willow, pulling Tara slightly behind her.
“My name is Shifu. I’m here to help you save Dawn.”
“Why?” asked Tara.
“Because I can’t. I’m not allowed. But NO ONE hurts my sister, no one.”
“Your sister?” asked Willow, confused.
“This is going to take a while,” Shifu sighed, lowering himself into a lotus position facing the two girls.
“Faith Lehane is hereby found not guilty and released with the apologies of the governor and the legal system. There will be a full review in order to determine that there have been no other such serious miscarriages of justice,” the judge declared. “You are free to leave.”
“Thank you, your honour,” Lindsay said, smiling as he sorted papers back into his briefcase and ushering Faith and Wesley quickly out of the court room.
“Angel’s already on his way to Colorado Springs, we’ll meet him there,” Wesley told Faith as they made their way to the car.
“Great, because we’re kind of on a timetable,” Faith said as she slid into the back seat. “You get me some clothes?”
“In the bag. We’ll pull in somewhere so you can change,” Wesley replied.
“McDonalds would be good,” Faith replied, already rooting through the bag. “I’m starving.”
“Who was that? Why did he look at me like that?” Dawn demanded.
“His name is Shifu. He’s…complicated,” Daniel replied, sitting down on the bed next to Dawn.
“And I’m a form of inter-dimensional energy shoved into the body of a fourteen year old girl, a body make from the blood of a Slayer so that she would protect me. I think I can understand complicated, Daniel.”
“Fair point,” he acknowledged, nodding. He struggled to think of something, anything he could tell her without breaking his promise to Oma, but without lying to her either. “He’s an alien, one we’ve met before. He’s actually the son of my wife, after she was take by the Goa’uld.”
“But why did he look at me like that? It was like he knew me, like I was really important to him, but I’ve never seen him before.” Her eyes pooled with tears. “He looked at me the way I remember looking at Buffy, even though that never happened, like I was the single most important thing in his world, the way you don’t look at anyone quite like you do your big sister.”
“I don’t know, Dawn,” Daniel told her, taking the only way out that he could see. “I just don’t know.”
Dawn frowned slightly at him, but didn’t call him on his lie, and he turned slightly away.
“So, Dawn, chess?” asked Cassie, holding up a folding travel board.
Dawn grinned and nodded, arranging herself so that she sat opposite Cassie on the bed and the older girl set up the game board.
“I’ve got to run up to the briefing room, will you be alright down here, Major?” said Daniel softly, and Riley nodded.
“Catch me up later,” he told the older man softly, and Daniel nodded, leaving the room.
He made his way back up through the base and into the control room, where the rest of SG-1 and the General were waiting.
“Could we maybe take this up to the briefing room,” he asked. “I think it would be easier to have this conversation sitting down.”