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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-CenteredIndraLeighFR134138,27828274433,56712 Jan 0512 Feb 08Yes
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Dawn's New Job

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This is an expansion of an previous post of mine called "Dawn's Trouble with Work" This occurs after "Chosen" for the scoobie crowd, and some point early-ish in season seven in the Stargate world.



“General they refuse to work with us. The women are in charge and they won’t work with us ‘cause Danny’s a guy. They said that if we come back with a female translator they might work with us to get a treaty.”

“Dr. Jackson what is the status of women linguists at the SGC?”

“Park and Hendricks are off world. Maria’s on personal leave to help her parents after their car accident. And this is Anna’s last day before maternity leave. We need a linguist who will not loose it with what we deal with.”

“Does any one know of someone we can call?”

“Nope.”

“Nobody, General.”

“I guess I’ll call the President. He was hoping we could get a treaty with these people.”





“Some one answer the phone.”

“Why can’t you?”

“I am not giving up my spot in line.”

“Fine. I can get it.”

“Hello, Roberto’s Pizza Plaza how may I help you today?”

“Yes, is this Slayers and Watchers Council International?”

“Yes, that’s us. If you have an apocalypse, demon, or spell question you called the right people.” The phone was snatched out of the red head’s hands by a shaggy black haired man.

“Willow, what stinky herbs you been casting with earlier?”

“Hello. Yes this is the SWCI.”

“Hold for the president, please.”

“What? Willow get Buffy.”



“So this top secret group that fights baddies from above needs a female translator, because this group of girl power village leaders refuses to work with a guy translator? You’re asking our help and you expect us to help the military with our past histories?”

Dawn came into the dining room, took one look and saw that Xander was on the phone, stalling to give Willow time to hack the subject of the conversation. As Willow hacked away Buffy was looking over her shoulder. “What’s going on?”

“Military needs a girl translator who won’t flip when things get wigg-some.”

“Good guys or bad guys?”

“According to the President, good guys.”

“Cool. Xander give me the phone.”

Commandeering the phone Dawn took over the conversation. “Does their facility have at least two working restrooms?”

“Many more than two. Why?”

“I’ll take the job.”

“What?! Dawn, hold on there.”

“Sigh, here talk to Xander again.”

“Buffy, you wanted me to get a life and experiences out side of what I’ve grown up with. It’s a standard fact that we need the money. They have multiple bathrooms. I just waited in line to pee. A 20 minute long line. I’m 20 years old and I’m taking the job. And we need the money.” Grabbing the phone back from Xander, who was complaining about Andrew’s cooking, she started questioning. “So where do I have to go? When do I need to get there? And am I on my own for getting there?”
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