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This story is No. 30 in the series "The Child of Balime". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: When your boyfriend has to threaten the planet to get you to stay with him — that's sign number one that you might be in a bad relationship.

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Dawn-CenteredShoshiFR151427,4462253,64515 Dec 1326 Dec 13Yes

Preview for Season 3

Author's Note: And here's your preview!

Sorry there are no titles in this. I keep changing around my titles, so I'm reluctant to put them in. But I think it's still a pretty good preview.

I'll list out the titles I have, so far, at the bottom. I don't know if they'll stay as those titles, but... here's to hoping!


See you all next year!

(In the meantime, while you're waiting for the next update... why not explore the absolutely breath-takingly beautiful area of South Lake Tahoe? Hint hint hint!)

"An enemy will rise," Drusilla said. "One who pushes you to your limits. I can see… you." She frowned, in thought. "Your life so intricate. Family gained… and family lost."

Seo stared.

"You will be many and one, Seo — reflections through shards of broken glass," Drusilla continued. "Every reflection different. Every face unique. All gathered together to fight a great evil. To rise to your biggest challenge."

Seo's eyes widened.

Drusilla leaned in. A twinkle in her eyes. "Beware, little Seo," she said. "Beware the Sunglasses."


"That's why all this happened," Seo realized. "Because we're… sisters."

"I have… a sister," the girl breathed. Looked like she couldn't believe it. "I have a sister."

It wasn't possible.

But it was true.

They could both feel it.

A group of black-robed people with hoods drawn up over their heads suddenly dropped down on the trio — as if from nowhere — throwing a device onto the pavement that exploded into a thick gas.

Jenny, Alan, and Seo all began coughing, violently, as the gas obscured their vision, and Seo was wrenched from Alan's grip.

Alan collapsed to the ground, unconscious in an instant.

"Stop it! Get off me!" Seo shouted.

The sounds of a scuffle broke through the now-nearly-opaque gas.

Jenny darted forwards into the worst of the gas, holding her breath for as long as she could. She already felt the gas boring into her, as if through osmosis, trying to make her drowsy and dizzy and sluggish — but Jenny stubbornly put that aside.

And struck out.

Fighting hand and foot, with every ounce of strength and stubborn willpower she had in her. Punching and striking and hitting, as she made out Seo's figure in the middle of the smoke, already limp and unconscious.

Grabbed her out of the reach of the thugs, and turned to run…

A shot rang through the air.

"I'm going to help her," Jenny said. "I have to. She's my sister." She rewired a device. Then checked the readings again. "But first, I have to get her back here."

"And… if you can't?" said Dawn.

"Then I'm taking you up on your offer." Jenny's eyes darted over to Dawn. "You're going to send me there, too."

Dawn stared.

"I'm not leaving her," Jenny insisted. "Seo needs me."


Jenny, pain visible on her face, bandaged Aychron up, carefully. Making sure to get even the injuries Aychron was too proud to admit hurt.

"I told you," said Aychron, with a tired smile. "I didn't let them take me without a fight." He swallowed back the pain, as she disinfected one of the wounds on his back. "And what a fight it was."

"You can stop pretending," said Jenny, quietly, looking at his back. "These are electric burns. They weren't made in a fight. They were made… after you were caught."

Aychron covered up the next flinch of pain with a gruff laugh.

"Clever," he said. "I always said you were. I just… never knew why."

Jenny kept her eyes focused on her work.

Her jaw kept trembling. Half with utter rage, half with desperate terror and worry.

Seo raced past the others and threw her arms around Buffy. Tears running down her cheeks, as she hugged her mom tight as she possibly could.

Buffy looked horrified. "You… know?"

"I'm not letting you die," Seo said. She stepped away, brushing tears from her eyes. "I won't. There has to be some way to fix it. There has to…!"


"Who are you?" Leah demanded, closing her datapad. "What are you doing here? You need a badge to get into this building."

The woman with the sunglasses perched on the top of her head laughed. Leaned over the desk, and whispered, "I'm God."

Leah blinked.

Then blinked again.

"Wait, you're… a god?" Leah said.

"No, I'm God," said the woman with the sunglasses. Pointed to the ceiling. "You know! Big guy upstairs. The one and only! King of Kings, Lord of Lords, the Almighty, Blessed-are-you-Lord-Our-God, Burning-Bush-No-Sandals-Holy-Ground — the whole deal!"


"The one you damn when you stub your toe and the one you bless when someone sneezes. Impressed?"

"I guess that explains the connection between Sunglasses and Dawn's niece," said Deborah Raykins. "This whole thing with the Daleks must have been a trap."

"To get this… 'Seo' out of the way," Hrequor guessed, "before pursuing…?"

"You heard Dawn," Raykins muttered. "Seo can kill God. What else do you expect from Sunglasses?"

"No," Seo breathed. Jumped to her feet, as she looked out at her surroundings. "No! This can't be happening!"

Because she knew where she was, now.

"We heard you were trying to come here to take revenge," came a voice from the darkness. A huge, booming voice, reverberating through the chamber. "So we brought you back first. When you were at your weakest. So we could have our revenge on you, instead."

Jenny froze.

She knew that voice. Had heard it echoing through a thousand, billion nightmares. Had felt it creeping through her bones in her worst possible hours.

She tried to jump to her feet, but found herself restrained.

The person turned her around.

And faced her.



"She can face down Daleks, vampires, aliens, her sister dying, and the end of the world," Alison mused, "but a public model 3D printer on a shopping spree is enough to break her." She looked over at Seo. "I think that says a lot about the universe, actually."

Dawn gave the machine a vicious kick, accompanied by a blood-curdling scream.

So much for catching some rest and relaxation on a future-style shopping spree!

Seo spun around, just in time to see the warrior bringing down his scimitar upon her head…

And was stopped as a hand caught his single arm, and shoved him around.

A taller, frizzy red haired woman, who ducked the warrior's next advance, dancing to avoid kicks from his legs, then darted in at the last minute, grabbed him up by the torso, and twisted him around so he flipped, head-over-heels, through the air. Scimitar flying from his hands.

The red-head turned to Seo. Grabbed her by the wrist. "We have to go," she said, in a crisp English accent.

"What…?" Seo began.

"Yes, yes, it's a philosophical impossibility!" the woman replied. "We'll deal with that when we meet back up with the third. Now hurry, or we'll…!"

They were interrupted by a second warrior running forwards, his face a sneer, his single arm thrusting the scimitar at the blond girl.

"One thousand lives to be lost!" he shouted. "One thousand be the cost! A thousand years, a thousand pains, a thousand cheers, a thousand—"

"Hey, Shakespeare!" shouted an American voice from not far off. "Try this for a rhyming dictionary!"

The warrior looked up.

And was struck, right in the face, by a hard-cover anthology of the Complete Works of William Shakespeare.


"You're alone," Seo said.

"I don't need anyone," Jenny put in, hurriedly.

The First Seo

"I'm bullet proof?" Seo gasped, stumbling from the impact of the shot, but staring in amazement as a gold light shimmered around the wound and completely repaired her body. She paused in her run, to watch. "Is that who I am, now? Someone who can't be killed?"

"Only for the first 48 hours of a new body," Jenny insisted, grabbing Seo's arm, and tugging her along behind. She ran faster. "Trust me. I got shot the day I was born, and I know — it doesn't last."

The Second Seo

"Please," said Jenny. "Leave this place with me. Get away from here. Please, I'm begging you!"

"You can leave," Seo said. "I'm staying." She beamed. "I like it!"

"Please!" Jenny said, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her. "Please! Please! Please!"

"Quit it!" Seo said, squirming out of Jenny's grip. "Go leave, then! Do what you want! It doesn't have anything to do with me."

The Seventh Seo

"You killed him."

The words were like a slap across Seo's cheeks.

"You killed him!" Jenny had shouted, jumping up and grabbing Seo by the shoulders. Shaking her, violently, like she wanted to break her in half. "How could you?! How could you?!"

"It wasn't him!" Seo insisted.

"Traitor!" Jenny had screamed, striking out at Seo with both fists. "Murderer!"

The Eighth Seo


"Aunt Dawn?" came Seo's worried voice. "What… what's wrong? What happened, during the times I can't remember?"

"I need a break," said Dawn. "Just… take me back to Cleveland."

Seo stared. Said nothing.

"I saw some stuff, Seo," Dawn said. "For now… I think it would be better for both of us if we… stayed apart."

A black van that pulled up. Kevlar vested people pouring out of it, opening fire on Buffy.

Buffy jerked up the flat-board-looking alien device as a shield. Instinctively.

Felt the rumble of bullets bouncing off its surface.

As she turned. And ran.

Struggling to keep this alien gizmo between herself and whatever goons wanted her dead. Didn't think about why the alien whatever-she'd-dug-up couldn't be destroyed, didn't think about how she'd known it would protect her, or why it was suddenly so windy and noisy outside, or why she could feel vibrations in the air and flowing through the device… just run, RUN…!

Then someone, from just above her, shot a high-impulse energy beam at the black van.

And the van exploded.

Buffy stared, as she suddenly made sense of the increase in wind, noise, and vibrations. A helicopter she hadn't noticed… was landing just in front of her.

And Ria Maria Hiskaloph, President of the Slayer Institution, stood just inside the chopper. Gun at her shoulder.

"Get in," Ria said.

General Darren mounted his horse, as the portal cracked open in the distance. He pointed to it with his sword. "Look forth! The Beast is gone. The Key has turned within its lock! The gateway is open, and it heralds the end of time!"

He kicked his horse, who whinnied into life.

"The link must be severed!" General Darren cried. "The madman stopped! The four knocks never sounded!"

"Destroy the link!" the others chorused, with him. "Close the gateway!"

"Such is the will of God!" General Darren shouted, his horse racing forwards.

"Such is the will of God!" the others cheered, their horses following.

As the thunder of horses' hooves roared through the rain of the storm, and the Knights of Byzantium approached their finest battle, in the crater that had once been Sunnydale.


"We are coming," the children recited, in a monotone, all across the Earth. "We are coming. We are coming. We are coming… back."

And one solitary voice… added…

"And so am I."







The Totos and the Vanguard

Green-Eyed Monster


Headless Monks

The Intruder

The Chevauchéers

The Ten Seos

Four Five Six


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Untitled & Still Being Written (at the moment)

The End

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