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Dawn's New Job

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Summary: When the SGC needs a female translator, the President calls the Scoobies. A frustrated Dawn takes the job.

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Stargate > Dawn-CenteredIndraLeighFR134138,27828273427,35812 Jan 0512 Feb 08Yes
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“What do you think she ment by company from hell?” Sam asked her equally confused teammates.

“I don’t know, maybe she has her own Anise type relative that’s coming to visit”

“The term hellmouth sounds familiar, I think I’ve read it some where.




Dawn stalked out of the mountain, haling at the guard post, she stood with her hands on her hips. With no warning a young blond man was sheepishly standing in front of Dawn, with a back pack over one arm. “Hi Dawn.”

“Hey Andrew. Couldn’t Willow have waited until I was done with work for the day, before she sent you?” Dawn shifted to slide her hands into her pockets.

“Ah, the powerful Willow, she could have waited but I think Rona and Vi wanted to use me for the sparing dummy. With real weapons. They were looking scary. So where are we?” Andrew spun around, getting a full look around him.

“Where I work, and I won’t be able to take you home till the end of the day, you’ll have to behave. If you’re found some place you’re not supposed to be, you’ll be thrown into the jail. Come on I need to get to a meeting.” Andrew followed Dawn into the mountain, chattering on about secret agencies and such.




“Hey kid, pry your nose out of the book. It’s lunchtime. Wait a minute, who are you?” Jack surprise at finding a stranger in the SGC stopped him in his tracks.

“Andrew, provider of food to the slayers.” The young man looked up from the stack of paper on the table in front of him. He leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable to tell a story.

“They had lemon chicken and spaghetti for lunch today. I got one of each, so what you don’t eat, I can have.” Focused on not spilling any of the food, Dawn was oblivious to the confusion she walked into. She set the trays on the table, as she ducked down behind the unknown man’s chair. Jack leaned over to see what was of interest.

“Why is he tied to a chair, Summers?” The holler from behind her startled her enough to result in her loosing her balance.

“Ah! Don’t do that Jack. I didn’t know you were here. He’s tied up so he’ll stay in one place. Instead of sneaking off and exploring places he shouldn’t.” Dawn tested the knots on the ropes binding Andrew’s legs and torso to the chair he was in.

“So are you going to eat lunch in here?” Leaning against the door frame, Jack over saw the two civilians move the food around before eating.

“Yep. I have to finish translating something for Daniel that was found on a mission last week. Hey do you have any comic books that you wouldn’t mind loaning to Andrew?” Dawn’s eye’s lit up at the thought of a possible distraction to keep Andrew occupied.

“I’ll look. Why?”

“Earlier I had him translate dirty jokes into Klingon. That didn’t take as long as I had expected. If you don’t have any comic books I may try to talk him in to writing fan fiction for that TV show called ‘Wormhole Extreme’ and I’ll give him ideas. What do you think about that huh?” Dawn needed to get the translation finished, and she was not making any head way with Andrew asking questions and telling stories.

“Kid, hurry and finish what ever it is your working on and you can take off early. The less time a civilian spends in the base the better.” Having said his piece, Jack shook his head at the sight in the spare lab, of a kid happily tied to a chair twirling noodles onto a fork.





“Summers. Come on, we bring movies and take out food. Open the door already kid.” Jack was yelling at Dawn as Daniel knocked. Teal’c and Sam looked over the neighborhood with a warrior’s eye as they waited for the door to be answered.

“Ohhh, you are wonderful. You have food that is recognizable. We never know what Andrew’s cooking. Please come in and distract him. He’s being all watcher-y.” Dawn snagged a sack of take-out and led the group into the kitchen. Sam looked at Daniel to mouth watcher-y. Daniel replied with a shrug and bewildered expression.

In the kitchen Dawn was rearranging the refrigerator to squeeze in the beer that Jack brought. Carter was poking at the toaster that had refused to work that morning. Daniel examined the crosses nailed up next to the windows, as Teal’c stood silent sentry next to him. The door to the garage flung open, bouncing off the shelves with a bang. Wicked looking axe in hand Jenn demanded with a vengeance. “Where is the runt? He messed with my weapons.”

“Living room.” Dawn closed the fridge door, leaning against it to keep it shut. “We can use him later for bait if you don’t kill him.”

Jenn hefted the axe. “Andrew, touch my weapons with out askin’ and your intestines will be touching my axe.”

Dawn chuckled at the slayer-Andrew interaction. Death and disembowelment threatening made the place feel a bit more like Cleveland. “What’s the verdict on the toaster, Sam?”

“Unfixable, it looks like something impaled it.”

“Jenn you killed the toaster. You buy a new one. Next time the appliances burn your food, please don’t slay them.” Dawn hollered into the rest of the house. An answering yell was returned with vengeance.

“It killed my breakfast, therefore it deserved to die.” Returning to the kitchen Jenn placed the axe on top of the counter, before leaning down to lift a corner of the fridge. Once it was lifted Dawn slid an envelope out from under the base. “We have enough here Dawn, so that I could kill the toaster over many times.”

“Yeah but then what will we do when you decide to slay a big appliance.” Dawn tossed a can of soda over to Jenn when she finished thumbing the money in the ‘revive dead appliance fund’ envelope. Daniel’s gaze was directed at the axe handle that was extending over the top of the fridge. He could see dried residue on the handle, that was no movie prop. These girls had some very unusual weaponry in their house. If he were off world, he would expect an axe and sword but not in the home of two twenty-some year old girls.

“May be your furniture fairy knows an appliance fairy.” Jenn rubbed a touchy spot, with that comment.

“Jenn, drop it. I have no idea who sent the furniture. I wish I did so I could thank them, but I don’t. I love the furniture, but it would be nice to know who would send all the furniture.”

Wanting to change the subject Jack joined the conversation, “How do you know Kawalsky, Jenn?”

“He was my uncle. You’re right Dawn these are the good guys.” Jenn squished the can flat with the declaration. Andrew’s holler for Dawn left SG-1 and Jenn alone in the kitchen.

“Hey Jack, Thanks for the furniture.” Jenn left her thanks hanging in the air heading into the living room. “You’ve got about an hour and a half before your bait, Andrew. There’s a couple minions rising tonight.”

“Bait and minions rising? What is going on here?” After working together for so long they didn’t have to speak to come to the decision to follow the girls, and Andrew because they were getting no where in conversation alone.
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