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Summary: *August 2011 Twisted Shorts* Dawn's having some portal problems.

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Stargate > Dawn-Centered > Theme: HumorBeriaearwenFR71849082,3295 Sep 115 Sep 11Yes
Disclaimer: The Characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to J. Whedon, etc. The characters of Stargate: Atlantis belong to SyFy, etc. All are used here without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.

Notes/Warnings: The week I was writing Dawn fics, she kept having portal problems. No idea why. Here's another one.

Every 500 Years My -
By Beriaearwen

Shepherd raced to the gate room. They finally had some quiet time here at Atlantis where exploring and meeting new people had been the norm. Peaceful was good. Really.

Of course, the fact that he missed the action that had ruled their lives for so long was something he would never admit aloud.

An unexpected worm hole certainly qualified as cause for the alert.

An unexpected green wormhole, more-so.

An unexpected green wormhole that focused to a point in the middle of the room and disengaged the shield the Ancients created...

Taking in the current situation, Shepherd quickly directed his troops to the best locations, made sure the scientists and others were out of the line of fire and prepared to meet the new threat head on.

What he wasn't prepared for was the sudden, bright flash before the green disappeared, or the young, college-aged, very annoyed woman left standing in the middle of the gate room.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," she complained, glaring at the soldiers with guns. Her eyes continued to skim until they landed on John. "Let me guess, secret military installation?" When no one made any attempt to respond, she huffed out a breath, muttering "Typical".

At this point Elizabeth stepped forward "Perhaps if you told us who you are and why you're here?"

Dawn seemed to startle at this. "Oh! Uh, sorry. My name is Dawn Summers. I'm with the SWMC. As for why I'm here, well, that's a long story and you don't have clearance for it, so..."

"SWMC?" Shepherd asked. He knew most of the alphabet soup agencies and that wasn't one of them.

Dawn's face fell. "You've never heard of the SWMC?" she asked. "I guess that's not all that unusual." Then her eyes grew wide as she thought of something else. "Crap, crap, crap. That's only supposed to work once every 500 or so years. I'm going to kill them when I get back."

"That's not terribly reassuring," Shepherd whispered in an aside to Weir.

"You do have shrimp here, right?" Dawn asked, her face intense.

"Shrimp?" Elizabeth asked, exchanging a confused look with Shepherd.

A panic look appeared on Dawn's face. "You know, shrimp, little ugly looking little crustaceans that taste really good. You have them on this planet don't you? Please tell me I'm not on the Earth without shrimp."

Everyone blinked at her.

Shepherd, being the first to recover, answered her babble. "We know what shrimp are. They are on earth, but not on this planet."

If possible, Dawn's eyes grew wider in disbelief. "This planet!" she squeaked.

Weir and Shepherd exchanged a look.

"Oh, she better have this fixed soon," Dawn grumbled pulling out her cell phone. A soft growl escaped her as she read the screen before she stabbed in a text message and sent it.

Signaling the men to return to their normal positions, Shepherd, Weir, Rodney, Tayla and Ronan cautiously approached.

"Um, about your test message," Shepherd began. "I'm pretty sure it's not going to get where it's going for quite a while."

Dawn's brows furrowed. "Why not?"

"Because we're not just on another planet, we're in another galaxy you moron," Rodney chided, wondering why he bothered to be here.

Dawn glared at him for a moment before plastering her best imitation cheerleader Buffy smile on and replying, "That's why I have the inter-dimensional plan!"

"Inter-dimensional... That's ridiculous. The mere complexity of the physics behind it... "

Dawn cut him off with a terse, "Magic. Deal with it." before turning her attention to the others. Her eyes got to Ronan and stopped. Running them up and down his form, she met his eyes once more and murmured, "Hello salty goodness." Holding out her hand to him, she offered, "Dawn Summers."

Taking her hand, Ronan smiled down at Dawn, suppressing a chuckle at the mischief he read in her eyes. "Ronan."

Before they could say any more, Dawn's cell phone chirped, alerting her to a text message. "Sorry to cut this short, but you all need to back up about 10 feet or so."

"Are you honestly asking us to believe you received a text message from another dimension!?" Rodney blustered, his voice rising with each word.

"Believe what you want," Dawn retorted. "Just do it from at least ten feet away."

Teyla grabbed the scientist's arm and dragged him backward.

Moments later a white wormhole appeared in the stargate much as the green had earlier.

Lifting her cell phone, Dawn clicked a few pictures of the people there before smiling and waving. "Well, it's been fun and it's been real, but I'm not sure it's been real fun."

Before any of the SG personnel could form a response, a white flash nearly blinded them. When they looked at the spot Dawn had been only moments before, nothing was there.

"Strange day," Shepherd observed before turning to go back to his previous tasks.

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