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This comes directly after No Destiny Needed, Thanks
Looking at the entrance to the museum, Buffy made a face. She didn't know why she had to be the one to accompany Dawn to Egypt to negotiate the removal of several dangerous artifacts from the national museum's collection. This wasn't her forte, and there were many, many other things she'd rather be doing.
"Buffy, come on!" her sister shouted. "We're going to be late!" Making another face, Buffy slowly followed Dawn inside, quietly thanking the inventor of the air conditioner as a blast of cold air greeted her. Shivering slightly, she followed Dawn to the security desk to get the passes that they would need. They had taken only a few steps before Buffy stopped and stared at the man already standing there, talking to the guard in Arabic. No. What the hell was he doing here?
"Buffy!" Dawn urged her, turning around and gesturing at her. Unfortunately, this caused the man to turn around as well. His blue eyes widened slightly at the sight of Buffy, but otherwise he didn't move. Buffy ignored him as she walked over to where Dawn was standing at the desk, and quietly signed the required sheets.
"Be right back, Buffy, I think I forgot something," Dawn said, oblivious her sister's discomfort. Buffy didn't look up as Dawn left, leaving her with with the man who had insisted that she shared some sort of destiny with him nearly a month ago.
"I didn't know you were into Egyptian antiquities," he said quietly after Dawn had left.
"Yes, well, me doing the denying of the 'destiny' doesn't really leave much in the way of introductions," she shot back just as quietly. "Now, if you don't mind, I have a meeting I need to get to."
"Shouldn't you wait for your companion to come back?" he asked, a hint of humor in his voice. Buffy pursed her lips, but didn't say anything.
"Carter Hall." Buffy looked up sharply at the man, and he shrugged. "It's my name," he explained. "It's only fair since I have yours."
"That's good to know," Buffy replied, breaking free of the gaze that seemed familiar in spite of the fact that she had only met this man once before. She was saved from any more awkward conversation by Dawn's return and Hall's departure. They quickly received their passes, and were soon on their way.
"Dawn, hold up," Buffy told her sister, quickly slipping into the ladies room. Once inside, she went over to the sink and leaned against it, trying to regain her composure.
"I'm not her," Buffy whispered, gripping the counter. "I'm Buffy Summers. I'm not... whoever the hell you keep saying I am." The dreams, the ones of her flying and of the woman named "Sheira" hadn't gone away; in fact, they had only gotten stronger. Other memories had started appearing: the old west, mediaeval France, even ancient Egypt. That was the real reason she had been so hesitant to go with Dawn, something she had been afraid to admit, even to herself. She didn't want to find out that the dreams and Carter Hall were telling the truth about her.
"You OK?" Dawn asked when Buffy came out of the bathroom.
"Yeah, perfectly peachy," she answered, plastering a bright smile to her face. Dawn studied her for a moment before deciding to let it slide. Buffy followed her to the room where the artifacts were being kept. She hung back while Dawn started her initial inspection, when something caught her eye. Walking over, she gently picked up a knife.A flash of memory that wasn't hers... Stone pillars, a serpent crown, the knife flashing in the dark...
Buffy dropped the knife as if had burned her and backed away from it.
"It's not true," she whispered, as somebody stepped next to her. "It can't be."
"It is," Carter Hall answered, and Buffy felt her world slowly crumble around her.