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Summary: Distraught after the events of 'The Gift', Dawn decides to make a new life for herself in colorado.

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Stargate > Dawn-Centered > Theme: FriendshipDryadFR1353,63603514,4492 Oct 057 Oct 05No

5. chance

Not mine, no profit, don't sue. I beg upon my knees singing please. (Is that a song?)


She wasn't sure how long she was in there. It was sorta claustrophobic, but she managed. She was still very relieved when the car stopped, though she had to wait a while to be sure Jack had left. Ten minutes later she did a simple unlocking spell, and watched as the door slowly opened. She stuck her head up, not unlike a small furry animal from its cave, and looked around furtively. Satisfied that no one was coming, she got out (with quite a bit of cursing and a pretty nasty fall), and slammed the trunk shut.

She froze. Someone would surely hear that, and damn, would it kill her to be a bit more careful? She heard the footsteps, and hurried to hide behind a tree. It didn't occur to her that she was invisible, and really didn't need to be running around like that directly after such a nasty spill. Ow, ow, and damn.

The guard looked around a bit, then, satisfied that there was no one there, left. Dawn limped out from behind the tree, and started looking for the entrance. It wasn't really hard to find, but she got to indulge her sense of drama by tiptoeing around, sticking her head around corners, and looking generally quite suspicious. But that didn't really matter, it wasn't like anyone could see her, was it.

Finally, she walked in the door marked 'ENTRANCE', and got in the big elevator, heading down. She could feel it calling to her. She had no idea what 'it' was, but since she could always feel it from Jack she figured following it would lead her to him, giving her a better idea of where to look. And if she didn't get any other ideas, she could always just follow him around for a while.

As she got to the bottom, the feeling was stronger than ever. She got out, and started walking towards the pull. Behind her people stared into the empty elevator with confused looks on their faces.


It really isn't easy to navigate through a twisty turny corridor based on a feeling telling you to go *that* way. Dawn knew this from personal experience, after running around like a chicken with its head cut off for half an hour. She slumped down to a seated position by the wall, watching the people go by. Then she noticed something quite interesting.

While people were going in all directions, many of them were heading to the left. In fact, it looked like most of them were heading that way, and then turning to the right. Dawn was intrigued, and decided that a little tracking wouldn't be out of place. And so, she followed them through a convoluted walk towards what appeared to be a ....portal?

What the hell? That's the pull? A stupid portal? That's certainly disappointing. But wait, what's the army doing with a portal? Dawn was puzzled. So puzzled, in fact, that she let her concentration slip. Thus causing her puzzled expression to be visible to all.

The people in the portal room stopped and stared as a girl popped out of nowhere.

Then, they drew their guns.

Dawn meeped, then stumbled back with her hands in the air.

"I come in peace!" She screeched. "Or something. Why are you pointing guns at me? You can see me?" It wasn't supposed to happen like that, she was just gonna look around a bit, and then get the hell out of Dodge. And she most certainly wasn't supposed to be visible!


If I'm not entirely mistaken, I think I may have just written my first cliffie. And I have no idea what happens next! *cackles maniacally*

R&R, people, it's the highpoint of my day. *smooch*

The End?

You have reached the end of "Chance" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 7 Oct 05.

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