AN: I don't know how far away San Diego is from LA, but I'd say far enough so that Fred and Gunn can't come home every day during their case and have to stay there.

Chapter 4

When Dawn woke up on the next day, she needed a few moments to remember where she was. When she remembered, and looked at her clock, seeing that it was already 4pm, she immediately began to get dressed and run down to the kitchen. She had the meeting with Tommy Sanders today and didn't want to be late. She nearly ran into Cordelia who was carrying a plate of pancakes to the kitchen table.

"Whoa, ya don't have to throw yourself on me. There will be enough pancakes for everyone."

"Hi Cordelia. Sorry for the rushing. Just don't want to miss my date."

"I thought it was at 7pm, because Angel wanted to come with you? So you've still got 3 hours and no need to hurry."

"Well, I thought I could help you with researching and stuff. Don't want to sit around and be useless", cause I had enough of that in Sunnydale, Dawn finished the thought in her mind.

"I see. But first you should eat. I really thought you'd sleep in till Judgement Day. Must've been a hard trip for you. Anyway, you could help Wesley with his books. If the dust's no problem for you." With Cordelias last comment Wesley stepped into the kitchen.

"My books aren't dirty. Actually I clean them every week, if you want to know it."

"But I don't", Cordelia answered. „Dawn wanted to help with the researching after dinner. Wanna have some pancakes, too?"

Wesley fetched a plate and sat down. "That'll be great. But aren't that too few cakes for all of us?"

"First: if you want more, make them on your own. I'm not your servant. Secondly: no, because Fred and Gunn have called that they have to stay longer in San Diego for their case."

"Oh. Well then: more for me" Wesley said with a grin and took some cakes.

When the three of them had had their dinner, Dawn and Wesley went to his office to research. After some time Wesley closed the book which lay on the desk in front of him and sighed. „That was the last book which says something about dreams or visions. The only demon I could find was a Seeplok demon. They get into your consciousness while you're sleeping and change your dream. For them it's like a party: they change the situation into one they like and have their fun."

"So you want to say some weird kind of demon used my head as his very own Disneyland?"

"That depends on if you saw any little blue god-like looking creature in your dream. 'Cause the dreamer still acts in his dream and can see the Seeplok. He just can't do anything against it. Have you seen that?"

"No, definitely no blue dog in my dream. Just a crazy woman who killed me. So we can say that's not any kind of demon messing around with my head?"

"At least no demon I know."

"Well then I hope this Tommy Sanders can help me with the sword."

And in this second, just like in these really bad and predictable movies, the door opened and Angel appeared. "Hey Dawn, ready for our meeting?"

"Of course. Was waiting the whole afternoon for it. Not that I didn't enjoy your company, Wesley", she added hasty, „But I really want to know what Sanders found out."

"I understand Dawn. Now go, and good luck."

"Thanks", answered Dawn, grabbed her jacket and walked out witch Angel.

"This is really important for you, isn't it?", Angel asked on their way to his car.

"Oh yes. I need to know what these dreams mean, so that I can find out more about myself."

"What do you want to find out?"

Dawn hesitated. Which details about her life could she tell Angel, without risking that he would find out the truth? "You know, I had this accident some month ago and lost most of my memory. My friends helped me to reconstruct most of it, but there're still some th9ings I can't remember. And also my friends don't know everything about me. Perhaps this all is about a secret I didn't even tell them."

"What kind of accident was that? And why do you think there is a magical explanation for your dream?"

"It was during a fight with a demon. He threw this uhm, energy ball at me. And I was knocked out."

"You were fighting a demon?"

"Oh yes. My friends and I are demon hunters."

"Ah, so we're somehow colleagues.", Angel said with a smile.

"Somehow, yes", Dawn smiled back.

The rest of the ride they were silent. When they arrived at the shop, and went into it, a man already waited for them. He was just a bit taller than Dawn and had red, flaming hair. His face was full of freckles and he had green eyes. "Hey guys, I'm Tommy Sanders. Guess you're Dawn, Anyas friend?"

When he asked that question, Dawn stopped to breathe. How could she explain that? Did Angel now Anya? Would he now guess that she lied to him, and would he know who she really was? But Angel showed no sign that he knew that name and she quickly answered:

"Yes, that's me. And this is another friend of mine, Angel."

"Nice to meet ya. Follow me into my private workshop. That's were I repair all my weapons. Cause some of them are in a really bad condition when they arrive here. But I'm babbling. Guess you want to see the sword."

He went to a cupboard and took out a large box. He unwrapped it and hold a large black sword out to Dawn. She took it and gasped.

"That's, …..That's exactly the sword of my dreams. In my dream I could even see this notch on the hilt."

"Well, I can't say much about how it came into your dream, but I can say how it came into my shop."

Dawn was too occupied with the sword, so Angel answered for her. „Please Mr. Sanders, tell us everything you know."

"OK, I'll begin with the sword itself. It is a katana from Japan, and about 200 years old. Before I bought it from a client of mine, who got bankrupt and had to sell many of his weapons, it was in the hands of private-collector. But before I could follow the line of owner till the year 1875.And that's where it gets interesting…."

Wesley and Cordelia were sitting in the kitchen when angel and Dawn came back. Cordelia immediately stood up to welcome them and saw that Dawn carried a large box.

"Hey, is that the sword? So I guess you were successful? What did you find out?"

But both didn't answer and Angel just looked at the Ex-Watcher and said: "Wesley, you have to find out everything about this katana with the help of your old connections. It seems as if this katana belonged to the Council, over 100 years ago."

tbc

OK, that was short, althoughyou had to wait for it so long. But I was on a classtrip for a week and I guess you can all imagine that most of the time I was occupied with other things than writing.Buttherefore the story will become more interesting and step for step the mistery will be solved.