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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

Take Me to Your Leader

Title: Take Me to Your Leader
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: She – at crossovers100
Claim: Dawn
Wordcount: 835


So, I gave Alec the details and then came the waiting.

Alright – I gave Alec the details after some sex, then we had more sex – and then came the waiting part of things. I went back to my hotel and took a long, hot bath. With bubbles. Lots and lots of bubbles. Only then did I feel halfway human again. A long night of sex is only good while its going on – afterwards its just a painful reminder that you should have exercised a little bit of self-control.

I didn’t hear from Alec until the next afternoon.

Someone wanted to meet with me. Their leader, I guess. A nebulous ‘She’ that Alec wouldn’t give me the name of.

Wonder what kind of treat she’ll be. If I use Alec as a guide to transgenics, they’re all arrogant and paranoid. Just a little rude and condescending, too.

God, I hope this is all said and done soon. Not that meeting Alec and…um…passing the time wasn’t great and all – but I miss home. And Buffy and Willow and everyone else that either lives at that branch or passes through on a regular basis. Seattle isn’t my cup of tea. Here’s hoping we never decide to open a branch up here.

The meeting place was set for that bar that I met Alec at, just a little past sundown. Seems this chick has a day job. Imagine that. Wonder if Alec has one, too.

Okay, that’s it. Putting my foot down on my preoccupation with Alec. We’re too different to ever make things work in a long term kind of way, best to end it before it even gets to the short term point. Just that one long night of fun and then – nothing more.


I know who the transgenic is the second she starts walking down the stairs into the bar. Why? Not because I have some kind of nifty-transgenic-radar after sleeping with Alec. It’s the way she moves. A predator in disguise. She’s too graceful, too lithe.

And she’s looking for someone.

That, and Alec is right behind her. I roll my eyes. Am I so very frightening that he thought he should come along as backup?

“Hey, Dawn.”

Oh, God. No, not backup. He just wanted to see me again, if I’m reading that look right.

“Um, hey,” I manage. Do I need to get a big old sign that says ‘not looking for anything serious’ and shove it in his face?

“This is Max,” he gestures to the leather-clad woman next to him. “Max, this is Dawn.”

“I got that from the ‘hey, Dawn’ a second ago, thanks,” Max rolls her eyes. “I think I can handle it from here.”

She makes a shooing motion at him. Not that it helps. No, Alec just pulls up a stool and settles down to participate in this little meeting. The corner of Max’s mouth twitches and I can tell she wants to laugh about as much as I do.

Instead of laughing, though, we settled down to discuss what I came here for.

We help them live as normal of lives as possible – without living in constant fear of secret government organizations.

They help us fight the good fight.

It’s a win-win situation as far as those of us on the Council are concerned.

“Why do you care what happens to us?” Max asks at the end of my spiel. “That’s saying that I believe this whole supernatural thing.”

I shrug. “We care what happens to any human being. You guys are still human, even if you’re a little amped up in the DNA area.” I pause. “And you should believe the supernatural ‘thing’ – because its as real as real can be.”

They’re just as human as I am. Probably more so, given that – once upon a time ago – I was nothing more than a big ball of mystical energy.

Max was silent for so long that I wondered for the first time if she was going to just turn us down flat. To be honest, I wouldn’t say that I blamed her. Not only can we not one hundred percent guarantee the safety of her and those like her – but we’re asking them to help us in a war that they didn’t even know existed until right now.

“I’m going to have to talk it over with…others,” she offers finally. “But it sounds good. Real good.”

“It sounds crazy,” Alec mutters. “Then again – what about our lives hasn’t been crazy?”

He flashes me one of those smiles of his and I know without a doubt that we’ll end up sleeping together again.

Probably tonight.

“Meet me back here tomorrow night,” Max orders. Yeah, she orders. I get the feeling she doesn’t ‘ask’ for things very often.

“Okay,” I shrug. Nowhere better to be…except for home.

I watch her go, all too aware that Alec didn’t go with her.

Well, since I’m stuck here for another night anyway –

“Buy a girl a drink?”

Or three.

~*~End Ficlet~*~

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