Part 6
i'm amazed that i got this far. i haven't had anytime to write. but well heres part 6, and 7s on its way.
At the mansion they were met by Jean, a redhead who was Scott's girlfriend according to Logan. Logan carried most of Dawns luggage to her room, Dawn, Bobby and Gambit took the rest. Dropping her backpack on the bed, Dawn stared at the bed with longing. She wanted to sleep. She'd been up since 6 am, but in this half of the country it was only suppertime. Gambit, Bobby and St. John had all taken off for their rooms, Logan and Jean still stood in the doorway.
"So." Dawn said uncertainly, unzipping her backpack. She drew out Mr.. pointy and Mr.. gordo and placed them on the bed.
"What's that?" Jean asked, pointing at the stake. Dawn blinked, and then sighed 'just Buffys favorite weapon for vampire destruction.' she thought.
"Just a wood carving." Dawn said out loud, missing the look on Jeans face. "It was my sisters." Logan wrinkled his nose.
"Why don't you go on down to dinner Jeanie," He ordered gruffly. "I can bring Dawn down." Jean frowned, but left anyways. He stepped into the room and closed the door. "So what's a girl like you doing carrying around a stake that stinks of vampires and slayers, and the hell mouth?" Dawn blinked again.
"How did you?" She asked, picking the stake back up. She sat on the bed and stared at Logan, confused. He tapped his nose and winked at her. "Oh." She fiddled with the stake and said nothing.
"So you gonna tell me?" Logan asked, sitting down next to her, and taking the stake from her hands.
"I guess." Dawn said. "My sister, she was the slayer."
"You don't really look like Faith." Logan said offhandedly.
"I'm not related to Faith." Dawn said swiftly. "She's the second slayer. Well, now she's the only one." She grabbed Mr.. Gordo and stood, and began to unpack.
"I'm confused." Logan said. "Its in every generation, there is one girl."
"Someone messed up." Dawn replied, swiftly emptying her back pack. "There was this prophecy, that Buffy would die, and she did. But Xander he did cpr, and saved her life."
"But because she died, another slayer was called?" Logan tried, and was rewarded with a nod. "Still doesn't explain you." He added.
"I'm not real." Dawn said swiftly, moving on to another suitcase. Logan sighed.
"This is gonna take a bit huh?" He asked. When Dawn nodded in reply he sighed. "How about i go and get us food, then we eat up here, and you can explain all this to me." Before Dawn could nod, Logan was up and on his way out the door. Dawn kept unpacking, filling the rooms tiny dresser quickly. Opening the closet door she found a tiny bathroom, empty of any personal belongings. Through it was another door. This door opened on to an empty and dusty bedroom. It had a large closet, but no door to the hallway. Dawn grinned and pulled Buffys weapon chest into the second bedroom. It was larger than the other one, and only held a bed. By the time Logan came back, she was starving. He held a bag with pop but his hands were empty.
"Logan?" Dawn asked. "Didn't you go to get food?" He nodded and tossed the pop on her bed.
"It'll be up in a minute." Logan said, not answering her question. There was a rattled and a ringing noise in the other bed room, and when Dawn followed Logan into it, he flipped open a tiny door in the wall and lifted out two steaming hot plates of food. "We are dining on spicy beef chow mien, complements of Jean." Logan said, handing her a plate. "So talk and eat."
"Well i was the key, which was basically a glowing ball of energy that opens a door into a hell dimension." Dawn said around mouths of steaming food. Logan nodded. " was being guarded by these monks, whose entire order was dedicated to seeing that Glory, or Glorificus this crazy hell goddess didn't get her paws on me. But she kept getting closer and closer, so they sent me to the slayer to guard. But they couldn't just send a big ball of energy, they need her to want to protect me." Dawn stopped to swipe a coke. "So they made me into a person."
"The slayers little sister?" Logan questioned. Dawn nodded.
"They made me from her, and just put me into her memories, into everyone's memories. And they gave me memories of my own. It was like i had always been. I've even got a birth certificate and stuff." Dawn went on, "and so i'm not exactly real.."
"And the crazy hell goddess?" Logan asked staring at the girl before him.
"Is dead." Dawn said, and her voice let him know that for now, that was all he needed to know.
"Must be weird." Logan offered after a moment.
"It was." Dawn said. "But it could be worse." Logan raised an eyebrow in question and she sighed. "Like Rogue, she can't touch. I know now, that i am real, I'm a person. For me it was hard to get over. But i got over it. Touch, that's something you never ever would get over." Logan grunted into his food. Dawn looked at her plate and realized that it was empty. "So is everyone here a mutant?" She asked softly.
"Yeah." Logan said after a moment. "Takes some getting used to, but yeah, everyone but you."
"I've probably seen weirder things." Dawn said. Logan grunted.
"Really?" He asked.
"My sister was the slayer, and we did live on the hell mouth." Dawn said pointedly, Logan just shrugged. "She dated a vampire." Dawn added. This caused both of Logan eyebrows to rise. "Angel." Dawn added, "he's got a soul."
"How does he have a soul?" Logan asked.
"Willow gave him one. But before that he was cursed." Dawn explained. "But Hes a long story too, hes really old and he's been everywhere."
"You said Angel." Logan said after a moment. "Angel as in Angelus?"
"The scourge of Europe." Dawn admitted cheerfully. Logan shook his head.
"That's just odd." He said softly. "A slayer and a vampire? Didn't her watcher do anything?" Logan looked so puzzled.
"Giles didn't like it." Dawn admitted cheerfully. "But Buffy, she wasn't like your normal slayer." Dawn sighed and shook her head. "But I'm kinda tired," At this gentle hint Logan rose.
"Well kid, if you need me, I'm three rooms over." Logan offered, ruffling her hair and taking her plate. He wandered out, and Dawn rummaged until she found her Discman and portable speakers. She plugged them in and sat them on the desk. Out the window, the sun saw barely beginning to set. So she unpacked until the sun went down. At that point she had one bag left, having distributed her things evenly through out the three rooms.
Dawn didn't even bother to change, but just lay down on top of the sheets and dozed off. She had only slept an hour when a noise woke her up. She sat straight up, stake in hand and almost stabbed her cousin Scott, who appeared to be trying to tuck her in. He jumped back and so did she.
"You scared me." Dawn accused him.
"Is that a weapon?" Scott countered. Dawn sighed and handed him the stake. "Why do you have a pointy stick?" Scott asked, handing it back after a moment.
"It was Buffys." Dawn replied, pulling him close for a hug.
"I'm sorry." Scott replied. "I wish I had known."
"Me too." Dawn said. "So, what's with the red head?" She changed the subject, it still hurt.
"Jean?" Scott asked. "Shes my fiancee." Dawn raised an eyebrow.
"You never told us about her." Dawn said, slightly stung. Scott sighed.
"We haven't really been in touch Dawn." He said softly. "With your Dad hating the mutant thing. And Joyce being busy, and Buffy getting into all that trouble. " Dawn rolled her eyes, and he changed the subject. "You've got two rooms." Scott said.
"Yeah." Dawn said, "I know. I put some of my stuff in there. I'm gonna probably ended up sleeping in there when my stuff from home gets here" Scott raised his eyebrow. "I just have to move the dresser and the bedside table. This bed can stay out here, and so can the desk. It'll be like a little study for me or something." She paused and looked at him. "You look tired."
"I am." Scott replied. "We're chasing Magneto all over the country, hes pretty much gone to ground, and the government is whining about how we haven't found him fast enough."
"Didn't he only just escape this afternoon?" Dawn asked, frowning.
"Yeah, But the government is full of jerks. " Scott replied. "They're sending a team to the mansion, to stay here and work with us." Behind his red glasses, his eyes were tired and sad. "It'll be a pain, because we have classes to teach and this is a school."
"Great, now do i not only have new classmates to deal with, your telling me that there's gonna be government goons all over the place?" Dawn asked, taking Mr. Pointy back from Scott, who nodded.
"Anyways i should let you get to sleep." Scott said, standing and running a hand through his hair. Dawn blinked. Even in the darkness of her new room, she could see his outfit.
"Scott, are you wearing leather?" She asked, half shocked, half amused. Scott blushed and slipped from the room while Dawn had a laughing fit. After she calmed down, sleep came easily and then it was morning.
By the time Dawn got out of her room she felt slightly sick to her stomach and very tired. She thought about breakfast, but realized she didn't know where the kitchen was. She tried Logan's room, but aside from the faint smell of cigars the room was empty. Dawn shrugged and then remembering the basic rule of houses, kitchens are usually on the main floor. She wandered down the stairs, and began hearing people, although she couldn't see anyone. She followed the noises to a large room that was full of tables and people. The conversation hushed as people noticed her and after a moment a girl rose and headed for Dawn. Dawn recognized her as being Rogue, and smiled at her.
"Morning Dawn." Rogue said softly. "I'm supposed to show you around, so come and eat with us." She lead dawn over to a group of people. Most of whom Dawn recognized.
"So umm, what do we do today?" Dawn asked as she was passed a plate and several plates of various breakfast foods were offered to her. She filled her plate with french toast and bacon.
"Well, you in our group." Bobby told her cheerfully, "So we have self defense first, then English, then lunch then we have math and science."
"Self defense?" Dawn asked with a small grin. "Is St. John in our group?" He wasn't at the table. Rogue nodded, and Dawns grin grew. "He owes me a sparring session."