: All things Buffy belong to Joss. BSG belongs to Ron D. Moore. I'm just borrowing their characters for a bit.
“You’re not sticking around, are you?”
Dawn looked up to see D’Anna regarding her thoughtfully. Surprising that out of all of them, she would be the one to put the pieces together. Dawn shook her head.
“Nope. My task is done. I can move on now.”
D’Anna looked mutinous. Even if her face hadn’t given away her feelings, the Scorpian accent she’d never bothered to play down was even stronger than usual. But, Dawn reflected, there wasn’t much she could do about this. The power she served was stronger than the Cylons, and greater than all of them.
“How do you know?”
Dawn smiled. She knew some of the Colonists objected to calling this world Earth, but that was what their descendants would know it as. She’d never seen it like this before, but it was beautiful. It was a good world, a world worth fighting for. And they would have to fight for it. The forces of darkness hadn’t yet noticed the influx of new victims, but eventually they would. The settlers would encounter vampires, and demons, and learn that their world had a darker, more dangerous side.
But as long as Baltar’s line didn’t fail, they would be able to handle that. There was some cosmic irony for you. Gaius frakking Baltar and Caprica Six were the parents of the Slayer line, even if they didn’t know it yet. Hera might be the mother of all, but the descendants of the two who had been most directly responsible for the Fall of the Twelve Colonies would be the protectors of mankind. That destiny had been sealed the moment Caprica picked Hera up in the midst of the battle on Galactica.
“I just do,” she told D’Anna. “Take a look around- everyone is happy to be here. They’re in love with this world. They want to make it home, and they will.”
“How do you know it won’t all go wrong again?” D’Anna pressed. “It might all far apart as soon as you leave!”
“It won’t.” Dawn spoke with confidence. “After all we went through to get here, after beating the odds time and again, people will make this work. And with the Fleet destroyed, they don’t have much choice- they’re here to stay.”
Dawn kept her mouth resolutely sealed about her added knowledge of the future. She didn’t want to mess things up now. She wouldn’t put it past the Powers to decide to leave her here if she spilled the beans.
“Doesn’t it bother you at all,” D’Anna asked softly, “that you’re not going to be around to see what we make of this new world?”
Dawn shook her head. Ok, maybe one little hint.
“No,” she said firmly. “I might see it again someday. And even if I don’t- I know
it will turn out ok.”