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This story is No. 4 in the series "Tales from Atlantis". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Dawn meets her biological father over the holidays...part of the Tales from Atlantis universe

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Stargate > General > General: SG-1JadedFR1512,6352147,93030 Dec 0930 Dec 09Yes
Author: Jaded
Story: Stranger(s) Like Me
Disclaimer: I own the idea only. Joss owns Buffy, SyFy owns Stargate. No suing please!
Story Summary: Dawn meets her father over the Holidays.
A/N 1: Title comes from Disney’s Tarzan.
A/N 2: This is a part of the Tales from Atlantis universe, in which Dawn is A) a member of Stargate: Atlantis, B) part of Evan Lorne’s team, C) dating the now lieutenant clone of Jack O’Neill, Jon Tyler, and D) not a clone/sister of Buffy but is in fact her biological daughter. Additionally, Vi Cassie, and Spike are the legal sisters/brother of Buffy and Dawn, a bunch of people are back from the dead, and Paul Davis is currently dating Buffy. I think you can read this without having to read TfA but it might help. :D

Stranger(s) Like Me

Subject: How’d it go?

Sorry we couldn’t be there for the holidays—Kaleb’s parents just moved to Vancouver and wanted us around for the holidays. He says hi, by the way. So does Maddie.

So, the real reason I’m emailing. How’d it go, sweetie? Is he nice? Mer told me he was smart (not as smart as him, obviously, but smart enough)—is he smart? What does he look like? Did you get pictures? Let me know.



“So…you ready?”

Dawn looked up from where she was brushing her hair. Tyler was leaning against the door to her bedroom, head cocked as he studied her. He was looking more and more like O’Neill; pretty soon, he’d be a younger double unless he took Willow’s offer of magically altering his appearance. Dawn still wasn’t sure what she thought of either option.

“Yeah. No. I don’t know,” she said, throwing her brush on the dressing table. He walked inside, closing the door firmly behind him despite Buffy’s rule that he not do that. She leaned back into him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head against her shoulder. They were roughly the same height so they rarely did this. She loved it though—she always felt so protected, like nothing and no one could touch her.

“He drove me nuts at first,” he murmured into her ear. “But he grew on me, not unlike someone else I know.”

“You didn’t like me at first?”

“I thought you were a can short of a six pack,” he said and she could practically feel his smirk. “You were smart and way too happy and sarcastic and sexy as hell but I still had the mind-set of a fifty-year old colonel turned general. I didn’t want to find you attractive. It didn’t help that you reminded me of Danny. A lot.”

“Be still my heart,” she said sarcastically. He snorted into her shoulder before she felt him place a kiss there.

“But you’re hard to resist, Dawnie,” he murmured. He cleared his throat. “The point is, Jonas was, is, a good guy. He’s rooted in science and whatnot but if his mind were more open, it’d be the grand freakin’ canyon of minds.”

That got a laugh out of her, reminding her just why she was slowly falling for the man holding her close—even when she felt like the entire world was out to get her, he could make her feel better without even trying.

“He here yet?” she asked and his grip around her waist tightened.

“Yeah, he and Jack arrived about ten minutes ago,” he told her and then chuckled. “Buffy’s hiding too—Willow and Xander are trying to get her to come out of her room.”

That made Dawn feel a lot better. At least she wasn’t the only one freaking out. Not for the first time she wished Evan had been her only father—he was a good man, she and Buffy knew him and liked him. It would have made things so much easier.

“In that case, I should probably head out, huh?” she asked, turning to look up at him. He nodded, one hand gently twining through her hair. She smiled and he smiled back before lowering his head to hers.

As always, he kissed her like she was porcelain, careful, controlled, but with an underlying passion that took her breath away. She’d asked him about it once, and he’d been honest, telling her he was so scared of hurting her. Loki had made him stronger than normal, stronger than Jack had ever been. Not as strong as Buffy, Spike, Angel, or Conner, but about as strong as a newly risen fledge. He knew how to control the strength, had for some time, but he worried his passion would distract him and he’d crush her head or something equally as ridiculous. She’d vowed to Vi and Cassie once that she’d get him to lose it eventually. The blonde had fallen down laughing but had refused to tell Dawn what she’d seen.

Winding her arms around his neck, she felt his own grip on her hair tighten as the tip of his tongue poked her lips. Giving him access with a single sigh, she felt him tense up their tongue’s dueled; this was usually when he started pulling back and was one of the reasons Vi called him Eddie behind his back.

“As much as I’m sure you two are enjoying yourselves, there is a very confused alien waiting downstairs.”

Dawn and Tyler broke apart to look at her smirking sisters, all three of them. “Do I hafta?” she asked. Buffy rolled her eyes as she checked her image in a mirror. As usual, she looked like she’d just come off a runway in Milan so Dawn didn’t see the point of her checking.

“Willow is holding Mr. Gordo Jr. hostage until I get this over with,” she informed her. Dawn practically bit through her tongue in an effort not to laugh. “So if I have to do this, so do you.”

“No smoochies till you meet and talk to him,” Tyler murmured in her ear, proving once more she’d been a really bad influence on his speech patterns. Dawn glared at him petulantly. His eyes were amused but she could tell he wasn’t going to back down. She heaved a sigh.

“Fine!” she growled. “Let’s get this over with.”

“You’re going to pay for that later,” she heard Cassie inform Tyler as she and Buffy marched out of the room and down the stairs. Darn tootin’ he was going to pay for that!

“It’ll be worth it,” Tyler told her firmly. There was a pause. “It will be worth it, right?”

“Yes, Tyler,” Cassie answered, sounding way too amused to be good. “It will totally be worth it.”


“Buffy! Finally!”

“Jack,” Buffy greeted the general with an honest smile. Tyler had said once if he wasn’t already in love with Carter and Buffy were older, Jack would have most likely asked her out. Tyler had then assured a panicking Dawn that he himself didn’t find Buffy attractive in a meaningful sense—his experiences after the cloning changed him just enough that Buffy’s personality drove him slightly crazy.

“Why are they in corners?” Buffy asked and Dawn looked over to see two of the older teen slayers standing in opposite corners of the game room, staring determinedly at the walls.

“Amy and Emma got into a fight,” Spike answered. “Stupid bloody one but they were driving me batty. I decided if they were going to act like children, they were going to be punished like children.”

“What was the fight about?” Buffy asked, frowning. Dawn simply shook her head—the girls were complete opposites and had clashed more than once in the past.

“Amy liked the finale of the current season of Power Rangers,” Spike answered huffily. “Emma hated it.”

“They completely destroyed Dr. K!” Emma, the brunette in yellow, yelled. “Kiggy doesn’t make sense!”

“It’s called character development!” Amy, the redhead dressed head to toe in purple, shot back hotly. “You might want to look into it!”

“Girls!” Spike said sharply but neither one paid much attention to him. Dawn smirked at the growl coming from the former vampire.

“And stop calling it Kiggy—they have names!” Amy added with a glare.

“I’ll call it whatever the hell I want to call it!” Emma shouted. “Don’t tell me what to do!”

“GIRLS!” Spike practically bellowed. Both teens jumped and turned to him. Emma looked stubbornly at him while Amy looked down at the floor, cheeks turning red.

“What?” Emma demanded. Dawn stifled a snicker—that girl was going to get her ass kicked one of these days.

“Both of you go to your rooms,” Giles ordered as he and her mother came in. “And while you’re up there, think of where you want to move because I think it’s about time we separated you.”

“I want Colorado,” Amy said immediately, head shooting up. Dawn giggled at the groan from her new brother. “I want to stay with Spike and Oz.”

Jack snickered and Dawn turned to find him and Tyler smirking at the pale face of one Paul Davis. “Can she not come to Colorado?” the major asked as Spike literally chased the two teens up the stairs. “I just got assigned permanently to the mountain!”

“You did?” Buffy asked, eyes lighting up. Paul nodded. Dawn made a face and turned away when the two smiled at each other. When she looked up, she wished (silently) that she’d watched the reunion.

“Hi,” Jonas Quinn greeted her. He was smiling but it was the familiar smile of those who had no idea how to handle slayers or Scoobies. She squeaked and his smile widened as his eyes filled with gentle amusement. Next to him, Jack wasn’t even trying to hide the huge-ass grin on his face as the father-daughter duo looked at each other.

“Jonas Quinn,” he finally said, holding out a hand. She squeaked again. Behind her, she heard Tyler, Vi, and Cassie snicker and vowed to make them suffer when she got the chance. Jonas was looking at her, a concerned expression slowly taking over his face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said and winced at how high pitched it was. She cleared her throat. “Fine, sorry. Dawn Summers. Doctor. Of linguistics. Is me. Hi.”

“So you’re Dawn!” he exclaimed, eyes lighting up even as she internally grimaced at her spazness—what a time for it to come back. She focused back on Jonas, who was still speaking. “General O’Neill has been talking about you almost non-stop since I arrived.”

The look Dawn sent the shaking general could have melted steel. As it was, it just made him laugh harder.

“I’m Buffy Summers,” Buffy, mercifully, seemed to have taken pity on Dawn. She stepped forward and shook the alien’s hand, effectively taking his attention off the blushing linguist. “Dawn’s my little sister.”

“Good looks must run in the family,” he commented charmingly—it wasn’t a cheesy pick-up line, just a statement of fact. Nevertheless, Dawn and Buffy gaped at him as everyone watching burst into laughter.


Dawn was about ready to kill Buffy. Once the laughter had died down, she’d announced dinner, to the consternation of Andrew who insisted the food wasn’t finished. Buffy insisted it was and Andrew, having learned in the time since Sunnydale went to hell, immediately agreed.

Buffy then proceeded to arrange the seats so Jonas was sitting next to Dawn, with Tyler on the other side of the table and several seats down. Cassie had gotten the oddest little look on her face at the seating arrangements but a quick look from Buffy and she shook her head, indicating it was nothing worrisome. This, of course, did nothing to allay Dawn’s own fears because she and Cassie had very different opinions of what was worrisome and what wasn’t.

Andrew brought out the food that was finished, which was basically just the salad, soup, and several appetizers. For the first time, Dawn was glad Andrew had been assigned the Christmas dinner—not only was he a fabulous cook but he was an overachiever. There were always leftovers when he cooked because he cooked so damn much.

“So, General O’Neill didn’t exactly explain what you did, only that your organization works closely with the SGC and, uh, Atlantis,” Jonas said, dipping a mozzarella stick in mustard. Dawn, whose own mustard covered mozzarella stick was half-way to her mouth, froze and stared at him.

“We have several specialists in, uh, different areas,” Giles said, adjusting his glasses as he looked at Jonas, who was chewing and apparently oblivious to the half-disgusted looks at his dipping choice. Dawn vaguely thought she heard someone, Faith most likely, mutter about similar taste buds but wasn’t sure. “Dawn, as she mentioned before, is a linguist. She knows over a dozen languages.”

“Really?” Jonas asked, turning to her. “Which ones?”

“English, Spanish, Latin, French, Italian, German, Russian, Gaelic, Ancient, Ancient Greek, Arabic, Japanese, Chinese, Ancient Egyptian, Goa’uld, Elvish, and Klingon,” she rattled off easily—languages were something she could talk about without flipping out. “And I can read in Sumerian, Arcadian, and I’m fluent in several languages the general public doesn’t know about.”

“Like what?” Jonas asked and she could tell from his expression he was honestly interested—this was a man who learned simply for the sake of learning.

“Fyarl,” she answered and half the table turned to smirk at Giles. If Jonas noticed, he didn’t comment on it.

“You speak Elvish?” Jack asked in the language, looking at her. She blinked at him, momentarily distracted from Jonas.

“Can you speak it too?” she asked Tyler in the same tongue, leaning forward to look down at him and completely ignoring the amused general. The clone smirked and nodded. She huffed. “And you didn’t tell me this why?”

“You never asked,” he answered.

“Okay, for those of us not huge nerds,” Buffy broke in. “English please?”

“Yes, I speak Elvish, both forms,” Dawn answered in English. At the looks from those who hadn’t known, she shrugged. “I got bored one summer. Same with Klingon.”

“What is Elvish?” Jonas asked, frowning.

“It’s the language of the Elves,” Andrew answered. He looked like he was about to say more but Molly, bless her, slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Not now, dear,” she told him sweetly but firmly. Dawn snickered and turned to the confused alien as Andrew pouted.

“In the Lord of the Rings books,” she explained. “Tolkien created a language, two of them technically, for the Elves to speak. It’s not commonly used outside of the fans but…”

She shrugged again and he nodded in understanding. “You wanted to learn it anyway,” he surmised. “It sounds pretty. Could you teach me?”

She stared. “I work in Atlantis,” she blurted out. “I’m not sure I could teach you over that long of a distance.”

“Oh,” he said, his face falling slightly. Absurdly feeling as if she’d just kicked his puppy, she bit her lip.

“I can give you the website I learned it from,” she offered. “And the books.”

His face brightened and she decided then and there he was the reason she sucked at lying—he had no poker face and had apparently passed it onto her.


Subject: Re: How’d it go?

The holidays were hectic and not just cause of Jonas. Even Faith came and she doesn’t like the holidays.

Jonas was…Jonas. I know that’s probably not what you want to hear but…I need time to internalize. However, I can tell you we found out where I got my messed up taste-buds from. The guy eats the most random combinations, it’s awesome. :D

Also? You’re going to be one cousin short here soon seeing as how I’m going to kill Buffy. She brought out the baby pictures!


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