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Summary: After the battle with the First, the Scooby Gang are searching deep into the origins of the Slayer, they find a writing about 'a huntress sent across the stars to protect those who know not what they face' could this be a lead into the Slayers past?

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Stargate > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: OtherdawnieelfFR151634,91759248,64612 Feb 0930 Aug 10No

Heart to Hearts

Thank you for the review... I LOVE them. I just want to say that I love this chapter. I hope that it shows Faith finally releasing her past. I never thought Faith was just evil, and that was it. She had a pretty crappy life, I kinda feel guilty for adding eve more crap in to it, but it's for the best, now there's room for the real Faith to shine through, the one that was hidden behind the make up and leather.

Thank you.

“But sir...” Jack almost whined.

“No buts Jack, those forms are real and everything in those files is authentic. You have my permission to do the regular tests on them, which is all. They are part of the SGC now, so you better treat them like it.”

“Yes Mr President.” Jack may be bold, but he wasn’t bold enough to argue with the President...too much.

He put down the phone and resisted the urge to scream. He really didn’t like these girls.

He braced himself as he re-entered the briefing room. He could tell by the look on the girls faces they thought this was funny.

“So, what did the President say?” Dawn asked, amused.

“You know exactly what he said.”

“Yeah, but it would be so much better hearing it from you.”

“Sir?” Carter asked.

He couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Colonel. Carters life was based on Physics, this was going to turn her life upside down.

“He confirmed what these three ladies have already told us. He has ordered me to send them to Atlantis, where Dawn will be placed on the frontline team, and Natalie and Faith to pretty much go on whatever missions they want.”

“Huh?” Three confused voices sounded.

Jack nearly growled. It was bad enough telling the others; he now had to explain to them how they were now pretty much senior members of the Atlantis staff.

“Dawn, you will be joining the best off world team in Atlantis, they don’t have a bookworm on the team, so you will be it. Faith and Natalie you are cleared to go on missions that you think will best suit your abilities, as long as you clear it with your CO first.”

“So I get to go to alien planets?” Dawn asked excitedly.

“Yes.” Jack gritted out.


“There is some good news. You have to go through the fitness trainings and weapons training before you take one step on our shiny spaceship.”

The grins the three pains gave scared him more than an army of Jaffa.

Dawn smiled at the two Slayers as they watched the demonstration of the obstacle course in front of them.

Colonel Carter had taken them to the Academy in Colorado Springs for their training. She seemed intrigued to see how a Slayer works.

“Okay, Natalie you’re up first.” Carter called.

Natalie grinned. “Piece of cake.”

She jogged to the starting position and waited for Sam’s signal. It was great that she could now go full out on the course. She hadn't been able to before, Giles had told her to not draw too much attention to herself.

Carters blew the whistle and Natalie was off. She had done the course a thousand times, and she enjoyed them. It was a good way to blow off excess steam.

It was simple enough, sprint to the tyres, hop through them. Sprint to the rope, swing across the mud hole. Go under the barb wire, up the wall and then scale down the other side.

Like she said, a piece of cake.

She was still smiling when she finished the course. It really was fun.

She jogged back to Carter to see her mouth hanging open.

“You just set a record for that course. You beat the former best score by 3 seconds.” Carter began pacing. “I don’t get it though, you have done the same course more than once, and while you were one of the best to do it, you were never that fast.”

“I had to keep a low profile, didn’t want any Demons figuring out what I was, or people for the matter.”

Carter stopped and stared at her. The brunette was 5”5’ tops, and she was 100 pounds, if that. If shouldn’t be possible for someone as small as her to do what she just did, yet she had.

“Hey you ain’t seen nothing yet, our Slayer abilities enhance the longer we are a Slayer, and Faith has been at this a lot longer than me.”

Carter just wanted to curl up in to a ball and whisper physics to herself. This really wasn’t good for her mental health.

“Go get ‘em Faith.” Dawn laughed as Faith jogged to the start point.

As Faith set off she nudged Carter.

“Don’t expect me to be that fast, just a regular old human here. I’ll be lucky if I don’t fall flat on my face, I'm not very big on grace.”

Carter smiled. “With the amount of training you have been said to have, I'm sure that you will least rank pretty high within the Academy’s high scores.”

“We’ll see.” She flicked her gaze flicked to Faith who had just finished the course. “What she get?”

Carter almost whimpered. “1 minute 50 seconds, about 4 seconds quicker than her sister. How long has Faith been doing this?”

“About 12 years, give or take a year due to my bad math.”


“Yeah, she was the last Slayer to be Called by normal means, she and my sister Buffy are the best of the best. There’s not a lot that can take them out.”

“Good to know.” She watched Faith jog back and laugh at something Natalie said. “You ready Dawn?”


Dawns legs went wobbly. It was like Gym all over again. Give her the end of the world any day.

She did the course; she even managed not to freeze as she saw the drop as she stood on top of the wall. She had never been able to get over her fear of heights. She was pretty sure it had something with a crazy Hell Goddess tying her to a tower built by crazy people and then watching her sister jump off it into a rip in the fabric of reality.

Good times.

She nearly collapsed as she finished scaling the wall. She wasn’t really tired; she just really didn’t like tests. Her High School Grades showed that.

She smiled shakily at Carter who grinned back.

“Didn’t think you were going to be any good huh? You ranked in the top 10 with 2 minutes 50 seconds. I'm not saying you will be going for a jog with Faith and Natalie anytime soon, but you will be able to keep up with the military personnel at Atlantis.”

Dawn’s smile became more confident. She may have been training with two of the best Slayers around for god knows how long, but she still worried sometimes about her skill.

“Good, means I can threaten to kick their ass without having to stick Faith or Natalie on them.” Dawn beamed.

“Don’t get too cocky, you’ve got the weapons training next.” Carter warned.

Dawns grin then became impossibly wide. “I’ve been handling weapons since I was 17; I think I can handle it.”

Boy was she wrong.

“Faith I am not using a gun, not after Tara and Buffy.”

“Dawn, I know you don’t like them, but we have to. The things we’re gonna fight off world are not going to be using swords and crossbows, it’s all ray guns and lasers. We gotta keep up with the times.”

“Faith you didn’t see her, lying there...” Dawn voice faltered. After all this time she still mourned for one of her best friends she ever had.

“No, but I have seen people shot.”

Dawns stare went wide. “When?”

“D, you know that my childhood wasn’t like yours. I lost count of how many times I saw one of my mom’s current boyfriends put a gun to her head.”

“I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t, but what you have to realise is that we aren’t going to carry guns for the fun of it, they will be purely to protect ourselves and each other. Don’t forget that.”

Dawn stared at Faith. This was the most heartfelt conversation she had had with Faith since...ever. The look in the Slayer’s eyes were full if pain and loss. She still grieved for someone, just like she did for Tara.

“Who did you lose?”

Faith locked eyes with Dawn. Dawn may have been the best friend she ever had, but she never shared her secrets, some of them were just too painful too be said aloud. But, maybe this one could be shared, Dawn knew what it was like, maybe she wouldn’t feel fresh grief every day.

“You know, when I was young, we were happy. My Dad, Mom, Natalie and I. We were your pretty average family living in Boston. I was only 6, so I can’t remember a lot, but I remember being happy. Natalie had just turned 1 and my Dad was working at a corner shop. It was a normal Friday afternoon, and Dad had taken me to work after school. I thought it was great.”

Faith paused, it still hurt to talk about it, but she needed to.

“It was pretty empty, except for this one guy. Me and Dad were playing cards on the counter. We didn’t even see the gun he was holding until it was pointed at my head. He wanted the money out of the cash register. Dad was more than happy to give it to him, I was his baby Girl. The robber grabbed the money and threw me at my Dad. I thought he was just going to go, he had the money. But...”

She broke off again. She looked at her hands and realised they were trembling. Dawn must have noticed as she grabbed the older woman’s hands and squeezed them tightly.

“The robber laughed, and pointed the gun at my Dad; he said that the world wouldn’t miss him, that he was a waste of space. He swung the bag of cash over his shoulder and casually pulled the trigger, like he was opening a carton of milk or something. I heard the bang, and then I felt my Dad’s hand let go of me as he fell to the floor.”

By now Faith was shaking uncontrollably.

“There was so much blood I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted him to sit up and say he was fine, his chocolate eyes laughing. But his eyes were dead, shallow. I did the only thing I could. I curled up next to him and hung on to him for dear life. I didn’t want to leave him like that. I wouldn’t let him be alone.”

Dawn pulled Faith into a tight hug. Faith needed her and she was going to be there.

And for the first time since she was 6, Faith Lehane cried.
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