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02 November 2005 @ 10:21 pm
Dawn - Prompts 1 & 2  
Title: Beginnings
Author: Jinni (jinni@tthfanfic.com)
Rated: FR7
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Batman belong to DC Comics, et al.
Prompt: 1 - Beginnings at crossovers100


She was there, by her sister's side, the day the bat flew for the first time over the skies of Gotham.

It was in the papers and Dawn remembered being just a little amused.

After all - Buffy saved the day on a regular basis, and she didn't dress up like a freak to do it.

Okay, so she did dress a little odd for crime-fighting - leather pants and halter tops weren't the best apparrel for butt-kickage, even Dawn could admit it - but Buffy never put on a mask and a cape.

But this Batman guy did.

And he saved all of Gotham.

All by his lonesome.

Since Gotham, for all its weirdos and freaks, wasn't a Hellmouth and didn't seem to have any demons, they left it in the hands of its own resident superhero type.

"Hey - think this caped crusader gig will catch on?" Buffy asked with a smile. "Just think, Dawnie - maybe one day I can just...retire. We can give the slayerettes their own costumes, send them to towns around the globe, and just...relax."

"Somehow, I can't see you getting Kennedy in a costume, Buff."

Buffy pouted. Dawn giggled.

But, who knew, maybe this Batman guy was onto something - the beginning of a new age of heroes.


~*~End Ficlet~*~

Title: Middle of Madness
Series: Tripping in Blood
Rated: FR7
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Doom belong to ID Software, et al.
Spoilers: Doom movie.
Prompt 2 - Middles - at crossovers100


The first time she willingly, knowingly, and purposefully used her blood to open a portal, Dawn didn't know quite what to expect. It was all conjuncture and speculation, after all. Willow had gone over her theories - theories made for the records of the Watchers Council - and could find no flaw in them.

It would be stupid if the Key was only the Key for that one ritual at that one point in time.

The Key was always the Key, Dawn surmised. Thus, she was always able to open portals.

And at nineteen years of age, just one week shy of being admitted as a full Watcher, she decided she wanted to put those theories to the test. She left everyone a note, grabbed the amulet Willow had keyed to her once long, long ago, and did what no one had wanted her to ever do --

She opened a portal.

This wouldn't be hell, she told herself, peering into the swirly glow of the opening; because she wasn't trying to contact hell. Just another dimension.

Sucking in a deep breath and praying for the best, she stepped in --

-- to the middle of madness!

Well, it sounded like madness, anyway.

And, okay, she wasn't in the middle of it. She was sort of up above it. Facing a wall, even, though when she turned around she had the perfect view down over a balcony, to a large space below.

There were two men fighting.

No, seriously fighting.

She sucked in a breath as one of them, the bigger and darker one, threw the other guy against a far wall.

So...not human, she surmised.

Then again, the way the other guy just got right back up and did some pretty nifty moves of his own, she was pretty sure he wasn't human, either, for all that he looked like it.

Sort of cute, too.

She chewed her lip, wondering if she should interfere. They were beating the hell out of each other.

But then...the darker skinned one...changed.

No, not human.

Dawn shivered. This place was weird. It looked like a battle zone and she wasn't entirely sure why the two guys were wearing fatigues and, truth be told, she didn't want to find out, either.

At least that one guy still looked human.

Maybe he was a Slayer?

She snorted at the idea. A male Slayer?

No such thing.

Well, no such thing in her dimension. There was no telling what passed for Slayers in this dimension, if they even had them.

And, hey, he was definitely fighting a big, mean ugly.

She slid a small pen knife from her pocket and opened the same wound on her index finger that had sent her here in the first place.

Hopefully the next dimension wouldn't be so...

...weird, dark, disturbing?


John Grimm saw a flash of light and caught long, straight brown hair in the corner out of the corner of his eye as he took a deep breath, the fight with Sarge over and done with.

He turned quickly, but the figure was gone, as was whatever had caused the light.

Heart speeding up, he hurried toward the elevator and his sister. Hopefully this didn't mean that those...things... had gotten out of the facility.

Because heaven help them all if they had.

~*~End Ficlet~*~
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Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical: taken out of contexthermionesviolin on November 24th, 2005 07:49 pm (UTC)
"Beginnings" is great -- all the little details.

And I love dimension-hopping still-a-Key Dawn :)