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Ora considered her options; she had been warned specifically about what she might face on Earth, and the NID had featured prominently. If these men were with the NID, then she and her young host were in an undesirable position. Ora urged dawn to move back, away from the ship and deeper into the ravine.
The sound of a helicopter arriving was enough to start Dawn panicking before Ora's calm voice entered her mind urging her to relax and stay hidden as best she could.
Then a figure in black carrying a Zat'nik'tel appeared in front of her; Dawn screamed and before Ora could take control and the NID agent opened fire.
Dawn didn't have time to scream as she tried to raise her weapon.
Chapter 4
Dawn awoke to a very familiar smell, a hospital.
A woman, a Doctor or Nurse noticed her slight movement and appeared by her side. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I suppose," Dawn tried to sit up but found that her arms and legs were secured to her bed. "Except that I'm tied up, well down anyway."
"That," said a male voice from her other side, "is because we know what you are."
Dawn felt an odd surge and then Ora was speaking using her voice, "I am Ora of the Tok'ra." Turning her head, she could see an older man with graying hair leaning against the wall. He was in uniform….oh god was she in the hands of another version of the initiative? Dawn forced herself to stay calm.
What is the matter, Dawn? Asked Ora as Dawn's panic began to affect their link.
"Well we guessed that but given that you are using a child as a host we thought that we had better call in your buddies to make sure. So until the Tok'ra pick up the phone you are stuck here, sorry," the man didn't seem all that sincere in his apology.
Ora frowned before sighing, Very well but before anything else I was carrying a crystal with vital intelligence from the Tok'ra that needs to get to Samantha Carter.
"She has it," replied the man. "If you don't mind, can I speak to your host."
Dawn felt herself back in control of her body returned, "Um okay, Ora's gone."
The man frowned, "Right, so what's your name kiddo?"
Dawn considered lying, but they already…okay probably already knew her name, "Dawn. And I am fifteen, not a kid."
oOoOo
Dr Janet Fraiser watched Jack talk to the teenage girl through the one-way mirror. After making a note on a chart she turned back to face General Hammond, "All the test's I've done so far say she's human, but I'm getting some pretty odd readings. And no, it is not the equipment. I have tested and retested the data on multiple machines."
"What could it be Doctor," asked Hammond.
"She is showing many of the same results as any Goa'uld or Tok'ra host except that her hormonal levels are a bit off, probably due to her age. She is also exhibiting a…well a bio-electrical field is the best way I can describe it. I have no idea how or why or what is generating the field."
Hammond frowned, "Could it be the same sort of thing we saw with Cassandra?"
Janet shook her head, "I shouldn't think so but until I can safely do more tests."
"What else do we know about her, besides her accent?" asked Hammond. The young woman sounded like a Californian.
"Her ID is under the name of Dawn Summers of Sunnydale California. Age fifteen. It is a state ID so I'm pretty sure she is from the U.S."
"I see, you disagree about not contacting her parents or guardians?"
Janet's tone left little doubt that she did not agree with her orders. "Sir, with all due respect she is a minor and the law requires I contact her parents or guardians before I conduct any treatment."
Hammond's shoulders straightened, "I like the situation as little as you do Major, but given the situation we have little choice. Regardless of her age and legal status she is now a host and the NID are making a lot of noise about passing her over to them as this is a domestic host and thus under their remit."
"She is not fit for transport at any rate; I won't approve it."
Hammond nodded; given everything he didn't expect any other response from the SGC's CMO. "How is she coping?"
"Remarkably well, II assume that the symbiote is keeping her calm otherwise, given her situation I'd be considering sedating her so that she gets some rest," replied Janet.
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Dawn didn't like hospitals. She really, really didn't and the military? Well, she was terrified of being caught after what the initiative had done to Riley, Buffy and who knows how many others.
This really was a sucky day.
'You will be fine Dawn; They are allies of the Tok'Ra and have helped my people many times in the past.'
The Doctor was nice enough even if she was trying hard to get information and look like she wasn't interrogating her.
"Miss Summers, I don't know if you understand what is happening here…"
Dawn rolled her eyes, "Um so Ora is an alien who needs a host, last host died after they took damaged and crashed their Tel'Tak. I'm now the new host and you are keeping me all locked up until the Tok'ra can confirm her, our identity as a Tok'ra agent. Wow, it is difficult keeping the 'we, she, us' thing together and making any kind of sense."
Doctor Fraiser looked a bit taken back, but her smile never faltered, "Okay well that is a start. Did Ora explain about the changes you would undergo?"
Dawn nodded, "Healing, strength, and the whole brain-shareage thing. It's not like Ora would hide it or indeed could hide it because of the whole shared memory thing."
Doctor Fraiser raised an eyebrow, "You share Ora's memories as well?"
"Sure, I mean it's a bit overwhelming Ora's been around for a long time, and she's pretty smart, like Wi….well like really smart. I think she calls it the blending."
"Ah-ha, so Dawn your ID says that you are from California, what's that like?"
"Warm," replied Dawn with a faint smile.
"Any siblings?"
Dawn's smile fell away, "No."
oOoOo
Samantha Carter frowned as she considered what she had been able to uncover about Dawn Summers.
Dawn Marie Summers age fifteen. Student and…that was it. There was a police report of a minor shoplifting incident, but otherwise she was or at least had been a relatively typical teenager. She didn't even get up to the average teenage shenanigans where you would see. No drug charges or joyrides in a stolen car.
Parents Hank and Joyce Summers, now divorced. The divorce papers were filed with an extra-marital affair listed as the reason for separation. One older sister, Buffy Anne Summers.
The father, Hank was a sales manager now in Las Vegas, and Joyce owned an Art Gallery. Again all very normal with only a low-range drunk driving charge for Hank. Neither had any government flag or warning attached to their name.
Buffy Anne Summers, 'Really Buffy?' Born 1981, Expelled from Hemery High School as a fifteen-year-old…. after being accused of, but never charged with burning down her high school gym. Claimed that there were vampires attacking the students and as a result she was institutionalized by her parents.
She was released several weeks later after recanting her story.
Her records showed several more incidents with the Police, but nothing ever proven, including a murder charge. Many of the reports listed two other people with increasing frequency, Alexander Harris and Willow Rosenburg…wait she had seen that name somewhere before but where?
"Carter?"
Sam turned to see Jack and Daniel standing in the doorway.
"Sir?"
"Find anything?"
"I'm building a history...well as much as you can for an average teenager," explained Sam with an apologetic shrug.
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Janet Fraiser rechecked the blood work and then checked it against the data she had on file. There was not a lot of information available on the issue, but the biological information seemed to lead to a very worrying conclusion.
Dawn Summers was increasingly producing a lot of human and Goa'uld hormones. Far more than she should be, given what they knew about hosts.
Picking up her phone she dialed Sam Carter.
Janet glanced through the observation window at Dawn as she spoke, "Sam can you come to my office for a moment."
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