The doorbell’s ring drew Buffy, Xander, and Willow to the front entry way. Xander waved the two men through the door that was opened. “You here to pick up a chick translator?”
“Yes I’m Daniel Jackson and he is Colonel O’Neill. The President suggested that we come ourselves to pick up Dawn Summers and introduce ourselves. Jack is second in command of our base and I am the head of the archeological and linguistic department.”
“Buffy, I can’t get my duffel to close.” A female voice floated from the second floor.
“Excuse me please.” The blond stated as she headed up the stairs.
Buffy walked into Dawn’s room, laughing at the site of her sister fighting to pull the sides of the bag together. “Can’t get the sink to fit?”
“No. I left that for you. Gotta have something to wash dishes in. I have clothes, my notes, weapons from Xander, and a wiccan goody bag from Willow. I also have a copy of the list of our Colorado and the surrounding area contacts. Yes, I have the credit card you gave me, only to be used in apocalyptic situations. Help me zip this up please.”
In the living room an uneasy silence filled the spacious room. The military men sat stiffly on the love seat as Willow and Xander were at ease on separate ends of the couch. Unknown to the guests there was an axe or a mace tucked into the sides of the couch. Easily accusable weaponry for the unpleasant company who over stays their welcome. Voices carried upstairs from the basement, followed shortly after by the speakers. Three teenage girls each with an arm load of medieval weapons emerged from the stair well. The two older girls were speaking as the youngest silently followed the conversation. “When goo is left on the blade it’s a pain to clean off.”
“True, but I hate doing the dishes after one of Andrew’s cooking creations goes wrong.”
“Hey girls, the new rags are in the weapon supply cabinet.”
The silent girl nodded at Xander then returned to listening to the comparison of various cleaning tasks around the house.
Jack and Daniel watched the girls exit the room with bug eyes and baffled looks frozen on their faces.
Thump. Thump. Thump. “Oh, for Giles’s sake let me carry that.”
Dawn practically flew out of the stair well followed by Buffy carrying a massive duffel bag over her shoulder.
“I’m ready to go.”
Hearing that Xander, Willow, and Buffy moved to stand between Dawn and the military men. A powerful, frightening, and defending force. Having grown up with this version of the brute squad, Dawn knew what was coming. Outwardly indignant, secretly comforted by their concern and love. “If you hurt her, or allow her to be hurt, there is nowhere you can hide from us. You will be hunted down, and you along with who ever hurts Dawn will quickly beg for death. Dawn is very intelligent and capable. Do not underestimate her. Understood?”
Slow deliberate nods of comprehension were given by Daniel and Jack.
“You three finished with the giving of threats?”
“Yeah. Dawnie keep in touch. Careful that you might feel the wrath of Ripper when Giles gets back from England and he hears about this.” Willow instructed in the middle of a hug.
With a bear hug that lifted her off her feet Xander embraced Dawn. “Dawnster, take care of your self.”
“Buffy, I’m living for you. Now, you go live for me.” The sisters held each other tight for a long minute.
“I love you all. Give my love to Giles. I promise to stay in touch.”
Dawn grunted hefting her packed duffel, turned to her new employers looking them square in the eye and stated, “So Colorado?”