Dawn Winchester?

Summary: Dawn is not a magical clone, she's Buffy's daughter and John's

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it ain't mine.

Wesley Wyndham Pryce sat at his desk in the Hyperion Lobby and wondered how Buffy and the others were going to prevent the apocalypse this time. A swarm of Hectalik demons was nothing to scoff at, although the picture of a single one had Doyle and Gunn in stitches. He had to admit that singly they were very amusing and easily killed. How ever a swarm was an entirely different matter. They were similar to locusts or army ants, only what they 'ate' changed every thousand years or so to focus exclusively upon the energy produced by a hellmouth. If allowed into the location where a hellmouth resided, the swarm both opened and clogged it. And once the demons on the other side cleared the 'clog' by eating the Hectalik, that left the hellmouth open. Willow said that Mr. Dean Winchester had obtained some modern weapons that should help, but it was still going to be a nearly impossible job all the same.

Wesley had studied the American Demon Hunters, those who were good enough to make a name for themselves that is. He had heard of the famous hunting family. Mr. John Winchester was an ex-marine (American of course, he was sure that British Marines were better trained) and very competant at adapting modern weapons for demonic combat. Mr. Dean Winchester appeared to be following in his father's footsteps, an admirable quality in an eldest son. And Mr. Samuel Winchester, the youngest of the three was well known for having performed successful exorsisms at the incredibly young age of 10 years old. Willow reported that he was an increadible researcher as well, able to find the most obscure references. He hoped that the two members of the notoriously nomadic family would stay long enough for him to meet them. He truely admired the tales of their exploits.

The front door to the Hyperion opened and the 3 men instantly focused their attentions there. What they saw shocked them. Dawn Summers, who should have been in Sunnydale. She wasn't with any of her family. Instead she was with a large man who gave the appearance of a laid back lumberjack. However, they could see that this man was a warrior. He had instantly identified Gunn as the most physically dangerous of the men in the room, but was taking no chances with either of the other 2. Dawn was safely tucked behind and to one side until she shoved him aside and ran over to Wesley. "Wes!" Dawn cried and grabbed him in a bear hug. She whispered in his ear, "I've got information of the 'you can be tortured if anyone thinks you know it' type. Angel needs to know it."

"Right. Doyle, go get Angel. Gunn, the young lady has information that you'd probably rather not know. I believe it involves Sunnydale exclusively?" Wesley directed the question to Dawn. She nodded, that was the simplest way to put it. Doyle nodded and ran off.

"If that's the case, I really don't want to know." Gunn said, holding his hands up and walking backwards toward the doors. He kept the big white guy in his sight at all times, a favor the man returned. "English, give me a call if it turns out I need to know or if it goes beyond little Sunnyhell. Catch you later." and he left.

Angel walked in with Doyle as the door closed and he immediately swept Dawn up in a hug. Wesley, who was the only one watching the stranger, noticed how tense he got and the aborted movement for a weapon the moment Angel touched Dawn. Wesley had no doubt that had Dawn not welcomed the contact the man would have exploded into violence. Personally he really did not wish to put the man to the test.

"Dawn come here and sit down. What's wrong?" Angel's attention was exclusively on Dawn. The man he dismissed as some kind of bodyguard as there was no way Buffy would have sent Dawn here alone. As she was here without her sister, or any of her sister's friends, Angel was worried. He gently set her down on one of the couches and knelt down in front of her.

"Long story short. Everything you think you know about me and every memory you have of me is fake. I'm a magical test tube kid. I was made to hold and hide the Key Glory is looking for. Buffy is my mom, not my sister. This is my dad." Angel turned to look at the man standing protectively over Dawn.

"Angel." he said shortly, holding out his hand.

"John Winchester." John took his hand, looking him over. He knew he wouldn't be able to see any sign of the demon, but he did wonder about the man Dawn said was such a good friend to her family.

Wesley gaped in astonishment. This was the man he had tried to model himself after in his short stint as a rouge demon hunter? He was Dawn's father? Well that at least explained why his sons were helping Buffy to defeat Glory. Oh dear. Buffy. "Dawn, why don't Doyle and I help you unload you father's vehicle? We can put the 2 of you in a couple of the rooms upstairs. You'll be staying with us of course until Glory is dealt with. That shouldn't be too long of course. Angel and your father can discuss things in his office." Wesley grabbed each of them by the hand and dragged them out the door while giving his little speach. He did NOT want to be part of THAT discussion. John was even more formidable in person than he was in the stories, and Angel. Well, Wesley could only hope that Angel would keep in control of himself. He saw Angel motion Mr. Winchester towards the office as they left.

"What's that all about?" Doyle cried as soon as they had left the building.

"Do you really want to be involved when Angel is dealing with the man who fathered a child with his slayer?" Wesley demanded. Doyle just blanched and moved quickly over to the black truck that was the only new vehicle in sight. "I thought not."

Dawn just shook her head. She knew Angel wouldn't take the news well but she had hopes for a better response from him than these 2 were predicting. After all, she had said magical test tube kid. It was totally the monks fault. After all, her parents had never even met.

Angel waited until they were both in his office and he had closed the door before grabbing John by the throat and slaming him into the wall. It wasn't until he had leaned forward that he realized John had a gun pointed at his heart. He dismissed the gun as unimportant and focused on what was. "What are your intentions?" he growled, trying to keep his demon from showing.

John knew he was dealing not only with a vampire who would feel that his mate had been violated, but a man whose morales had been shaped 200 years previous. It was not a safe place to be. That was why his gun was loaded with special magnisium rounds. If he couldn't talk his way out, well, self-defense. "Dawn is my daughter. I didn't help make her, I didn't even know it was possible she exisisted. That doesn't matter. She's my daughter. Her mother and I, who I haven't even met yet, by the way, will have to work things out between us. But there is no way I'm going let Dawn lose either of us before she has to. We both fight what's out there and someday something will be to much for us. But until then, I'm going to make sure we're both here for her."

"And Buffy?" Angel asked, not giving an inch.

"I'm not stupid enough to try and force a slayer into a shotgun wedding." John answered with a huff and a 'did you really think I am?' look on his face. "That doesn't mean I won't offer if it's what she wants. I plan on getting her a ring just in case."

Angel nodded. It was the best he could hope for under the circumstances. He nodded at the gun John put away as he let go and went to sit behind his desk. "What kind of ammunition do you have in that thing?"