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They had won the battle. Dawn smiled softly to herself, then suddenly began to fall, fall straight down to the ground, exhaustion filling her, losing consciousness as she fell, her brain screaming, "This is it! I'm gonna die!". As blackness took over her vision, she vaguely heard the yells of slayers, Angel calling out "Dawn!", Spike's anguished "No!", Andrew screaming, Xander's voice – "Catch her!", but through it all, one voice shouted "STOP!". Willow.

Willow had in fact, uttered the word in Latin. As she saw Dawn fall from the sky, she called out the spell almost without registering she'd done it. With a smile of relief, she saw it had worked.

Dawn's unconscious body floated down to the ground, to be caught by Spike. He carried her back to the group, laying her down on a pile of coats that was quickly created by the slayers. Memories of her sister, four years ago, lying on top of a pile of rubble flashed through his head. He listened closely, he could just about hear her heartbeat.

"She's alive."

"What happened?" "What was that?" "All that green light…" "How'd she do that?" "She flew!" – astounded murmurs sounded through the young slayers, but a small group stood around the still girl. Willow, Xander, Andrew, Faith, Angel, Spike, Gunn and Illyria were gathered around Dawn's body, shocked into silence.

"Care to explain, Willow?"

"Well, Angel,…"

"She's awake." Spike's voice broke in, and sure enough Dawn had opened her eyes.

"Will… Xand… I did it, right? It worked?" the girl asked.

"Yeah, Dawnie," Xander answered, "You did it, you saved us."

"What the bloody hell was that, bit?" the bleached vamp questioned, half angry that she'd tried that stunt, half proud that she'd pulled it off.

"It's a long story, Spike. Right now I just wanna get home. It took a lot out of me and no offence, Angel, but it sounds like you don't exactly have a rest house planned."

"Dawnie, are you have enough energy to teleport us all? I mean there's so many, and it's a long way, and you're tired…" Willow said concerned.

"I'll manage, Will," she replied, "I'll need a pretty big power source, but if all the girls joined together then…"

"I will be sufficient, I think," Illyria said, "I am nearer to the age of the Key and am more accustomed to travelling in such a way."

"Who is she again? She looks kind of like Fred, but not." Willow spoke to Xander in his head.

"Hell if I know. Ask Angel later." He replied.

"Okay then, Illyria.," Dawn said, then stopped.

"How do you know her name?" Gunn asked.

"I… I don't know. I just do. Weird. Well, Illyria, give me your hands," the girl answered.

To everyone's surprise, the God-King did as she asked. Dawn took Illyria's hands in her own and called out,

"Everyone, gather round! We're going home. Will, Xand, you know what to do, Angel, Spike, Gunn, you guys need to touch a couple of fingers to my arms, everyone else, grab onto someone who's touch me. Ready, Illyria? Let's go!"