Glowy Things And Dawn Don't Mix
Disclaimer : See chapter one
A/N Next update of Slayers In Atlantis! Let me know what you think!
Dawn and Sheppard had finally found an end to the corridor, and they were not impressed with what they uncovered .
“It’s a wall.” Sheppard commented.
The passage had led them to nothing more than a stone dead end.
“Well done Mr. Obvious.” Dawn grumbled. She wasn’t pleased that she had wasted so much magic on a wall.
“Maybe it’s a special wall.” John offered.
Dawn resisted flipping him the bird and moved closer, placing her hand upon it.
It didn’t escape her notice that the wall was warmer than it should be.
“Sheps, put your hand on the wall.” She ordered.
“Dawn, I didn’t know you had a secret fetish.” He grinned.
“Shut up and do it.”
John did as he was told and he too felt the warmth. It seemed to get hotter and hotter until it started glowing.
“See I told you, it’s a special wall.” John smiled triumphantly.
“You make it sound like it’s mentally deficient.” Dawn returned.
“Dawn, just tell me why the wall is glowing.”
“How the hell am I supposed to know, I don’t specialise in glowy walls.” She snapped.
“No, but you do specialise in all things weird. Exhibit A.” He told her, pointing at the wall.
Dawn looked at the wall; really could this day get any weirder. It was a glowing wall.
“Take you hand off for a sec.”
John did so and the wall instantly stopped glowing, but remained warm.
“Well that’s odd.” John commented.
“It needs both of us to work, why?” She thought aloud.
She stood there, just touching the wall and thinking. She couldn’t fathom what this wall was trying to do.
The answer came from an unexpected form. “Our genes.” John announced triumphantly.
“Parts Ancient and Huntress, Maybe I'm confusing it by being both in one?” Dawn wrinkled her nose.
“Maybe it’s like the Ancient technology, it responds better to me than anyone else, because I have the highest concentration of the
“So what, we don’t have enough Huntress in the Genetic cocktail?” Dawn pondered.
Dawn smiled. “Behind that pretty face you actually have a brain don’t you.”
“So I’ve been told. He replied wryly. “Maybe we should get Faith down here.”
“It would take too long, and I'm getting impatient. Put your hand back on the wall.”
As expected, when his hand made contact with the wall it began to glow again.
“Now what?” He asked.
Dawn shushed him and focused. The Slayer was her Huntress DNA; maybe if she could bring the Slayer forth, she might get the wall to do as it’s told.
She felt her. Sineya attacking the walls of the cage Dawn had confined her too, wanting to be released. Needing to do what she was born to do.
She opened the cage, allowing the First Slayer out.
John saw Dawn’s eyes fly open, and he had to admit he was nervous . Those weren’t Dawn’s eyes. Dawn’s were soft and caring with echoes of the past within their depths. The eyes that now locked with his were those of a crazed animal being backed in to a corner.
“Dawn?” He asked hesitantly.
She didn’t answer him; she just turned back to the wall. It was then John noticed the wall had stopped glowing and was vibrating slightly, as if it was trembling under Dawn’s stare.
The trembling grew worse and the wall seemed to rip itself open.
Dawn stiffened, as if scared, and before John could catch her she had been thrown across the room by an invisible force.
John rushed to her side, he checked her pulse. She was still breathing, but she looked like had took a hard hit to the head.
“Dawn wake up.” He called to her as he lightly slapped her cheek.
Dawn’s eyes flew open and again they had that wild look, but soon soften to those blue depths he lost himself in more times than he would care to admit.
“To quote Oz… Huh!” She murmured
“What the hell was that?” John exclaimed, “and I don’t remember that line being in the movie?”
“Sineya.” Was her only response.
John looked at her, bewildered. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to elaborate so he filed it in his head as just another odd thing about this enigma of a woman.
He pulled his attention from Dawn and focused it on the newly opened wall, well door he should now call it. As he looked at the stone closer, he realised it hadn’t ripped, it had opened as a door should, he just couldn’t figure out where the doorknob was.
Dawn nudged him and walked forward, motioning him to follow her. He fell behind her, knowing this was obviously in her field of expertise.
As they passed the threshold lights began to appear on the walls of the newly discovered room.
Faith had been pacing the room for a good 10 minutes before Daniel jumped out in front of her stopping her dead in her tracks.
“Faith, you’re giving me a bigger headache than I had before. John and Dawn will be fine. God knows they have been in worse situations than this. If there even is a situation.”
“Believe me, when Dawn’s around there is always a situation. She’s more of a danger magnet than her sister.”
“I second that.” Dawn squeaked.
The cavern was large, very large. The stone walls had gone and were replaced with architecture like Atlantis. There was a walkway through the middle of the cave with 6 large structures on either side of it.
“What are they John?” Dawn asked, awed.
“They don’t look like ships, no masts.” Dawn wrinkled her nose.
John grinned. “Not that type of ship.”
“Then what type?”
“One’s that will let us kick the wraith’s ass.”
“They are Lantean ships, Aurora grade by the looks of it.” John’s grin got even brighter. “Just one of these could take out dozens of
hive ship at a time when at full capacity, and now we have 6 brand new, never used one’s.”
“So, yay?” Dawn guessed.
He didn’t answer, all he did was grab her and lowered his lips to hers.
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