part 5

see somewhere else for standard disclaimer. And yes, i had too make it a multi crossover and add the highlander crew. They have a purpose. Just you wait and see. keep r and ring!

The plane coasted to a stop at the JFK terminal and Dawn stood grabbing Conner for a hug. Her hands were white as she'd spent the entire landing clutching at Conner's left hand and St. Johns right hand. She slung on her purse and grabbed her backpack.

"So I'll stick with you two until you meet up with whomever is picking you up." Conner said gravely. Dawn opened her mouth and he gave her a little glare. "JFK is a big airport and I don't want you stuck here by yourselves."

"Fine fine. Well my cousin Scott was supposed to meet us." Dawn began but was cut off by St. John.

"But he had an emergency, so now we don't know who's meeting us." St. John finished as they filed out of the plane. "And they don't know that Dawn and I know each other."

"Suprises all around." Conner said gravely. They headed into the waiting area, and then to get their baggage. Dawn had 6 suitcases and had paid quite a bit for the extra weight. St. John had snicker but Conner had said nothing, paying for the little cart to carry them. They were all huge, with the largest being an old metal steamer chest. It had been Buffys. Now it held a lot of Buffy's stuff.

"Jeeze Dawn." St. John said, lifting the thing onto the cart. "What the hell is in this? Bricks?"

"Yep." Dawn replied, looking around. So far there was no one with a sign that said Dawn Summers on it. And St. John had seen no one he recognized. "The planes not early or anything." She said. "And I'm hungry."

"So we eat." Conner said with a grin. He pointed at an elegant restaurant that had tables in a little patio section that spilled on to the airport concourse. "We sit there where we can see. My treat." They headed for the restaurant, prodigious amounts of baggage and all and soon had a table.

Dawn was half way through her main course of chicken alfredo when someone calling for St. John wandered by. He waved at them, which did nothing.

"Bobby." He finally called. "Over here." Bobby turned and headed for the restaurant, waving three others over. "Bobby, Rogue, Gambit and Kitty." St. John said softly.

"Who're your friends?" Bobby asked, wandering to steal a seat at the empty table next to theirs.

"Dawn Summers, This is Bobby. Bobby, this is Scott's cousin, Dawn." St. John said. Dawn took Bobbys offered hand and shook it. Dawn was quickly introduced to everyone, as was Conner. They quickly finished their meals and then St. John pointed at the luggage. "That's ours. Cept for two bags. What are you guys driving?"

"Logans got the van." Rogue said softly. "And we have the sedan too."

"Where is Logan?" Dawn asked, with some curiosity looking around for some sort of half cat man.

"Wandering around with a sign with your name on it chere." Gambit explained softly, earning himself a harsh glare from Conner.

"You let Logan keep wandering around after you found us?" St. John asked, "Isn't that gonna piss him off?" Kitty turned red and hurried off.

"I'll go get him." She called back.

Ten minutes later the van and car were filled with teenagers and luggage. Dawns meal sat on her lap as the van pulled away from the airport. She had been given the prized positon of shotgun in the van. Conner had waved at her for a moment and then walked away. In the van with her were Rogue, St. John and Kitty. Logan was driving, while Gambit, Bobby and Jubilee had taken the car. St. John and Rogue were loudly discussing events she had no clue about. Logan switched the radio station, grunting irratibly as static had taken over from the alt rock he'd been listening too. He withdrew his hand then sighed,, reaching back for the radio as Sarah McLaughlin's rich voice spilled into the air. It was full of grace, a long slow and sad song. Dawn stopped his hand, remembering the look on Buffys face when She'd spoken of leaving Sunnydale on the bus after sending Angel to hell. Full of grace had been playing buffy had said. Logan shot Dawn an irritated look.

"I'm changing it after this song." he said gruffly.

"Thats fine." Dawn replied fixing her gaze out the window.

"So your 4 eyes cousin?" Logan asked a few minutes later as the song came to a close. He swicthed the channel grinning when something loud and angry came on.

"Yeah." Dawn replied. "And your a mutant."

"You got a problem with it kid?" Logan asked, his eyes flashing irritation at her as he took his gaze off the road for a moment.

"You got a problem with my relatives?" Dawn shot back, raising an eyebrow at him in a manner she'd picked up from Spike.

"If he'd remove the stick from his ass, he be a lot better to hang around with." Logan said with a grin. Dawn rolled her window down an inch and as the air swept into the van it brought several scents with it, ones he knew and ones he didn't. Logan shot Dawn a look. "So whats your story anyway?"

"My moms dead, so's my sister. My dads a prick who didn't even know that they'd died. The people i trusted sent me away because they can't take care of me." Dawn said softly. Logan blinked.

"Not what i meant. You smell different." He said. "Why?"

"I dunno." Dawn said, wrinkling her nose. "You've been smelling me? Thats not cool." At this, St. John leaned forwards and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Logans got like super senses." St. John offered, before going back to his conversation. Dawn shrugged.

"What do i smell like?" She asked curiously. Logan frowned.

"Death." He said softly, inhaling, "darkness, light, energy and vanilla." Dawn frowned.

"Not as cool as I'd like." She said stiffly, returning her attention out the window. She remained that way for the rest of the trip, stiff and silent.