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Summary: Dawn is the only Scooby left. With no more demons or vamps around to fight, she'll have to figure out why she still exists.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Action/Adventure > Dawn-Centered(Past Donor)lucidityFR1833,9281133,2653 Jul 0921 Jan 10No

After Death

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (not mine).

A/N: This is set post everything on the show. You'll see.

Hope you like it! Please review and let me know what you think! Thanks!



Turbulence gave Dawn hope. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. She knew. But after 53 years of tangible life, nothing had yet happened to change her mindset; one she’d had since shortly after her sister’s return from the grave so many years before. Once she learned that there is a heaven, she was overwhelmed with the thought that someday she might see it for herself. Her purpose as the key had been completed, or averted as the case may be, and she could find no further reason for her own existence.

Flying toward the Phoenix airport, Dawn was ignoring the fact that she was throwing over $500 bucks into the proverbial fireplace just to attend the burial of what was once her adopted brother. Why did people think it was important to get together after a person died? Of course, of course, she’d miss him. She’d joined his family 16 years ago, claiming to be a fifteen-year old with amnesia. Social Services put her in their home and, despite everything about her being a lie, it was so nice to be accepted as a normal person. She had memories of that family that she would hold dear for the next however-many-years, even after she left them to find a new family somewhere. After all, she still thought of Buffy, her original sister. But, she was gone. Had been gone for 22 years, along with every other slayer and vampire and demon on the planet.

Willow’s spell had been designed to remove all unnatural beings from this dimension and then close all inter-dimensional gateways. Maybe if Giles was still around, he would have seen the obvious flaw in her logic. Maybe if Willow had gone over the spell with anyone other than stupid Kennedy, all the people she knew and loved wouldn’t be dead now. Willow used herself as the blood sacrifice needed to close all the Hellmouths permanently. It was a noble sacrifice that she’d not told Kennedy about. What Willow had neglected to take into account was the whole Slayers-are-part-demon thing. Since all the potentials had been called back in Sunnydale, they were all dependent on the demon’s possession to remain alive. Like all the other possessed humans on the planet, every slayer fell dead in an instant. Hell, even Xander would have figured it out. Of course, if he hadn’t been killed, Willow never would have gone off the deep end again anyway.

Another bump calmed Dawn even as the other passengers began to mutter to each other. They stopped fidgeting a few bumps ago – stopped pretending to read or watch the little TVs. The pilot came on twice, but hadn’t bothered in the past five minutes. He’d told the flight attendants to buckle in and then clammed up as he presumably tried to dodge the lightening that, while it was terrifying to most of the passengers, was actually incredibly beautiful. Beautiful and hopeful.

One good strike and we might plummet to our doom, she thought giddily. She hadn’t felt this near her very own version of the Beautiful Nothing since she’d nearly fallen while climbing the New Port Cliffs six years ago. She let her fingers twist in her straight, dark brown hair as she contemplated, “Well, maybe not just one strike. It would need to strike at least two engines for anything serious to happen.

Dawn could see it – visualize one bolt hitting an engine. She could see the wing. It had two engines. She tried to use her will to push the lightening toward the farthest one. Her brown eyes squinted, soft lips pursed. With no actual powers, her will had so far been ignored completely.

Soon, they would survive through the storm and land peacefully in Phoenix. A cab would take her to her adoptive mother’s house. Then there would be three days of comforting Noreen, whose family had been diminished to just the two of them: A semi-retired widow and an adopted daughter – one who could never possibly fill the void that brother Sam had left.

Sam lived close. Sam went to church with her once a month. Sam fixed her chandelier when it stopped working. Sam was a teacher. Sam had such promise. Sam was doing well. Until he didn’t see a red light and got smashed by a truck filled with crates of live chickens. It was ridiculous, but she wasn’t allowed to laugh. She wanted to. Though she’d miss her brother, the fact remained that he got hit by a chicken truck. Come on, that’s funny.

The plane plummeted for several seconds, inspiring screams from the women and gasps from the oh-so-stoic men. They were all scared they were going to die. And there Dawn sat, either the only sane person, or the only crazy person on the plane. She began to focus on the closer engine. Maybe she could get it to just fail.

Nope. She smiled at the tense woman beside her. The woman looked horrified and did not smile back. One of the compartments toward the back of the plane snapped open and a coat fell out onto a woman who shrieked like Jamie Lee Curtis. Jumpy.

Dawn just went back to staring out the window and hoping. It wasn’t that she was suicidal, per se. She had a sneaking suspicion that unless a person completed everything they were destined to do in life, they would never be granted what Buffy had experienced – that feeling of being done. But, Dawn hadn’t aged a day since about 10 years after the monks made her the personification of the key to the dimensions. She healed pretty well if she got hurt, but not nearly as fast as a slayer. She’d yet to find out if she even could die, but a girl’s gotta have hope.

The turbulence calmed. The pilot returned to the sound system with reassuring words of “We’re through the worst of it”. He made everyone laugh with “What a ride, eh folks?” The steward-people went back to work. The plane landed. Dawn sighed and de-planed with the rest.
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