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Summary: I've come to figure out what happened here and to help those people that have gotten caught up in it. God help us all. (Dawn POV - series of Dawn ficlets for crossovers100)

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Television > Dark Angel > Dawn - Centered(Site Founder)JinniFR1564,192286,75013 Nov 055 Jan 06No

Enemy Mine

Title: Enemy Mine
Series: Post Pulse
Author: Jinni (
Rated: FR15
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Dark Angel belong to Fox, et al.
Prompt – Enemies – at crossovers100
Claim: Dawn
Note: There was another part of Post Pulse written as a chapter in my “Twelve Days of Crossoversmas” compilation. It was written in a different style, but obviously you need to read it before this part or this won’t make any sense.


“You’re taking this too calmly.”

Maybe I was, by his definition. I leaned back in bed slowly, never taking my eyes off of his.

“Well, there’s a reason for that.”

“Let me guess – you’re transgenic too?”

“Sarcasm works well for you,” I shoot back. “And, no – not transgenic.”

Freak, yes. Transgenic freak? No.

”Then what?”

He was eyeing me warily and I couldn’t say that I blamed him. All that arrogance on the surface, but underneath he was someone who was hunted for what he was.

Gee – something we have in common, considering how often I get kidnapped for who and what I am.

“I’m with a group that wants to help protect you guys from your enemies.”

I finished what I was saying, even though at the mention of ‘group’ Alec was up and off the bed, looking for his clothes. I let him tug on his jeans as the words settled into his brain.

“What?” he stopped, one leg in, one leg out.

“We want to offer our help. Our protection,” I shrug. “At the very least, we can hide some of you at our facilities in the US and overseas.”

He frowns and looks skeptical. Again – I can’t blame him. In his position, I’d be the same way. The exact same way.

“Look,” he begins slowly, smiling in that way that I’ve seen before. The cocky, arrogant, ‘I know better than you’ look. He’s good at it. A real pro. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

Rolling my eyes, I crawl out of bed, just managing to hide a wince. He worked me over good, that’s for sure. I’ll have some serious details on transgenic stamina to share with Faith when I get home – provided she promises never, ever to mention it to my sister.

“Yeah, right. I don’t know what I’m getting into, soldier boy.” Stupid men types, thinking they know everything. “Just forget I ever said anything, ‘kay?”

“Dawn –“

I look up from putting on my clothes, giving Alec a big old smile of my own. “No worries. You don’t want our help and, hey, its not foolproof help without risk anyway. We wanted help from you guys, too, you know. But that’s okay. You guys are doing a bang up job of protecting yourselves on your own, after all.”

Liar, liar. The public is getting closer and closer to knowing the truth about the transgenics and all the misfits that were created right along with them. The ones that can’t be seen in public without people thinking ‘demon’ or ‘monster’. Heck, I know that’s what I thought the first time I heard about them. Buffy, too. We’re lucky there wasn’t a Slayer raiding party sent over here before Willow got the 4-1-1 on the situation.

“Anyway,” I keep right on smiling. “It’s been fun, but I’ve really gotta get going now. Things to do…”

And other transgenics to find if Alec doesn’t play right into my condescending little speech.





“I’ll need more information before I can take it to… some of the others.”

And sinker.

“More information?” I arch an eyebrow at him. “Or more sex?”

Okay, so I’m just being cruel now.

But he surprised me by shrugging. “Maybe a little of both?”

Men – transgenic or not – are all the same.

~*~End Part~*~
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