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Willow walked over to Xander, who was still bumping his head into the table, muttering "what did I do to deserve this?" Following every bump.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
Xander looked at her. "Dawn, that's what." He lowered his head back onto the table. At least he had stopped bumping it repeatedly.
Buffy knew her sister very well, yet she had to know. "What did she do...this time?"
"You know how she like to stomp her feet when she want to make a point?"
"She stomped. Unfortunately that now comes with a cannon. She apparently shot Mir, accidentally."
"Dawn shot Mir?" Willow asked, "Our Dawn killed Peace?"
Xander and Buffy were now staring at Willow. "What are you talking about?" They said, at the same time.
"Uhm, sorry. Mir is Russian for Peace, she killed it."
"Not quite, yet. She merely winged it. They will need some new solar panels though," Xander clarified.
*And maybe some new underwear*
Xander groaned. "Dawn, please."
"What did she say this time?" Buffy wanted to know.
"Bad joke. She just proved to me, that your Quip-Fu isn't a genetic trait."
"What?" Xander asked, dreading the worst.
"Buffy, if Dawn says 'Ehh...Oops!', followed by 'Uhm...Nothing', should I be worried?"
"Dawn!" Buffy all but yelled.
"I'll take that as a yes," Xander said, while rubbing the ear facing Buffy, trying to get rid of the ringing.
Xander shook his head, "No answer."
"Dawn, answer me this instant!" Buffy said, sternly.
"Still no answer," Xander replied. "Let me try something."
Xander closed his eyes, concentrating on the link. "Odd, communication with Dawn seems to take longer every second I try," he muttered. His eyes snapped open. "Dawn, come back here, right this instant!" He snapped.
"What is she doing?" Buffy demanded.
"I'm not sure, but I think she's hiding behind Mars..."
"Why would she...Oh." Buffy replied.
"'Oh'? I know that tone, Buffy, what, ‘Oh’?"
"if she did something bad, and want to delay the fallout. She sometimes hides," Buffy explained, "The more trouble she thinks she’s in, the better she hides. She’s surprisingly good at it too."
"And she ran to Mars? I'm not even sure I want to know." Xander went back to the table, sat down, put his head on the table, folding his arms around his head, and was heard muttering, "Why me?"
Buffy looked at Willow, whispering "Somehow, I'm not sure my mother is the biggest of his problems right now."
Xander groaned. "Please, Buffy."
"Why wouldn't I be the biggest of his problems?" came an all too familiar voice from the library entrance.
”Talk to me!” Hammond demanded as he stormed into the control room.
“Sir,” Carter started. “We have no idea what just happened. We registered the same energy pulse as the one that destroyed MIR’s solar arrays, and this time it hit something up there.”
“What did it hit this time?”
“We don’t know, sir. NORAD tracks all satellites, they didn’t know about this one until it was destroyed. It did transmit a few milliseconds of data, which we picked up.”
“And?” Hammond was getting a little tired of that odd little spaceship.
“We think the codes had an NID signature. But it can’t be, the NID isn’t supposed to have anything up there.”
“Burry it, if they lost a covert satellite, they can complain about it. If they dare.” Hammond started to leave the control room, before turning to Sam, smiling. “Remind me to send that ship a gift.” Suddenly Hammond was a little less tired of that odd little spaceship.