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This story is No. 1 in the series "Unlocking Dawn". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Dawn should know better than to watch a marathon with Andrew on a Monday night...

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Dawn-CenteredJadedFR18108,5741910237,01627 Jul 102 Aug 10Yes

Past Tuesdays

Author: Jaded
Story: Unlocking Torchwood
Disclaimer: I own the idea only. Joss owns Buffy, Torchwood is owned by, um...someone not me? No suing please!
Summary: Dawn should know better than to watch a marathon with Andrew on a Monday night...
Acknowledgement(s): Thanks to purrfus, VillageOrchid, RevDorothyL, CPTSkip, & DarkestSlayer for the reviews!
Warning: I have never written Torchwood/Dr. Who before. I am actually relatively new to the fandom(s), having marathon-ed the first season of Torchwood over the weekend. I have not seen anything else though I know all the spoilers. I apologize in advance if anyone's OOC.
A/N 1: I think all of these are going to be relatively short, a page or so. I do not know how long they'll go or if there will even be a plot. >.<

Past Tuesdays

The Torchwood crew had dragged her to the Hub, as their leader, Captain Jack Harkness himself, insisted she was not a normal stray. Dawn should have been irritated about being called such but she couldn't bring herself to care. She was in Torchwood for christsake! How the hell had that happened?!

“So, what's Tuesday got to do with anything?” Jack asked, sitting across from her. They were in the main room of the Hub, each of the team watching her carefully. She should be relieved, at least, that they hadn't put her in next to Janet but, again, she was too distracted trying to figure out how she'd ended up here in the first place.

She sighed. “I always end up in trouble on Tuesdays,” she explained and no, she was not whining, no matter what his smirk suggested. “It's this big ole thing.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“The last time it was a kidnapping,” she answered, resigned. “Apparently, the intestines of blue eyed young ladies is a delicacy in certain parts.”

More than one person blanched at that and she winced, wondering if they'd dealt with the cannibals yet. Jack tilted his head at her. “And the time before that?”

“Got knocked unconscious trying to help Andrew train for his final,” she answered and because she had a feeling this was going to continue... “The time before that was a minor uprising where they decided they wanted my sisters blood for something, I didn't ask what, but because they weren't stupid, they went for me 'cause they knew they'd be killed if they went after her. Granted, they still ended dead because going after me was actually stupider considering all the protection my sister insists I have because, of course, of all the Tuesday disasters.”

“And before that?” Jack asked, curious, and not at all put off by her babble. She turned sheepish; she'd been hoping he'd be distracted by the Buffy angle cause really? She did not want to admit this.

“Um...can we skip over that one?”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

She gave her best kicked-puppy look.

He smirked but held firm, thus becoming the first person ever to withstand the Dawn-stare, as Xander called it.

“I was turned into a poodle.”

She sighed when they all burst out laughing. Well, she thought. At least I didn't give in and tell them about turning into a centaur.
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