(AN: I've since realized that I goofed on the Stargate timeline, so I'm shuffling things a bit: Hayes has been president for a while, and Weir has been in charge of the SGC for almost as long, with the events surrounding Anubis pushed back to coincide with post-Halloween. Unfortunately, this means Kinsey getting told to shut the hell up happened back during Death Knell, before the story starts, when he tried to order Weir to abandon Carter and the anti-Kull weapon.)
A New Dawn
The squishy grass split apart under Lyn's feet as tentacles of reddish glistening flesh burst out of the ground, grasping for her legs. Lyn rocketed straight up, bounced off the soft silky surface of one of the giant leaves of a nearby tree, and shot off in a random direction. She laughed giddily at the close call, pressing one hand to the slight visible bulge of her womb.
Lyn landed on the side of a cliff that rose in her path, and took off at a sprint.
She'd been pregnant for a month now, and the new life in her womb would not grow any further until it was extracted and placed in a birthing pod. For many expectant mothers, the extractors simply presented themselves whenever she stopped in one place for more than a few minutes and waited for her to use them, but for others like Lyn, the Giaa saw in her mind that she would have more fun if she was chased, and so made a carefully calibrated effort to take her without her consent.
Lyn had been startled, but not surprised. She'd intended to play keep-away from the moment she first felt the new life kindling inside her. There was a small subculture among pregnant Fae, who competed with each other to see who could avoid being taken by the extractor tentacles for the longest time. Lyn was nothing if not competitive. The Giaas, of course, noticed and seamlessly ensured that the competition remained both challenging, interesting, and fair.
Lyn fled for four days, and was starting to get bored, but she had a friend who's time she wanted to beat, so she kept going until she'd been at it for just long enough to win that contest.
"Ha!" Lyn crowed in victory as she came to rest on a hilltop, pumping her fist in the air.
Reddish glistening tentacles sprouted from the ground around her, licking their way up her legs and arms. Lyn petted the lengths of fleshiness that twined passed her hands, even though they were just mechanisms, because they simply felt nice to touch, all warm and slippery.
The muscular base of a birthing pod grew out of the ground directly under her, between her feet. A prehensile stalk of glistening red sprouted upwards towards her apex, while her legs were firmly lifted and spread. The stalk was about ten centimeters thick, and ended in a ring of small tendrils surrounding a soft-looking orifice.
Lyn was already wet and throbbing with anticipation. She'd been running for nearly a week straight, and that was just too long to go without some sort of sexual release, in her opinion.
The top of the thick fleshy stalk molded itself to Lyn's vagina, stroking her folds and rubbing her clit with its little tendrils. Moaning loudly, Lyn's head lolled back, and then after a few more seconds of stimulation her body quaked in orgasm.
The tendrils squirmed, spreading her open, and the thickness of the main stalk squeezed its way into her. Lyn bucked her hips, riding the thick phallus as it slowly thrust deeper and deeper. She climaxed quickly and stilled, trembling through the waves of pleasure as the thick stalk continued to fill her, then started moving her hips again.
The fleshy stalk filled her completely, molding its end to her cervix. For a moment it was still and so was she, savoring the feeling. And then her world dissolved in an explosion of orgasmic ecstasy as climax after climax crashed into her in a continuous stream. The tendrils drove forward, pulling Lyn's cervix open and reaching into her womb.
A bulge traveled down the fleshy stalk, and the constant orgasms ceased. Lyn trembled, a rapturous expression on her face. She moaned as the fleshy stalk pulled out of her, and drifted away languidly when the tentacles released her.
The birthing pod itself grew to completion over the next few minutes. Lyn drifted down and stood on the squishy grass. The pod and its contents would grow for a month, until it was taller than Lyn. After that month, the pod would unfurl like a flower and the newborn Fae would wake up for the first time.
The newborn would, by human standards, look about 13 or 14, and be fully sexually mature. He or she - she, in this case, which was determined by the Giaa in response to innumerable subtle factors - would already be pre-imprinted with optimized motor skills and the basic vocabulary and grammar of the Giaa-designed Fae language. She would grow and learn for two to three years, until she looked 20 by human standards, at which point her morph settings would unlock.
Lyn came back to the pod every few days, but she wasn't too worried. Newborn Fae were more or less self-sufficient, and if her little Dawn needed Lyn, the Giaa would arrange for them to happen across each other. Not that Lyn was planning on that. She fully intended to be there when her daughter was born, and be the first thing her little Dawn saw.
Lyn rested a hand on the warm membrane of the birthing pod, and smiled.
"This is Lyn's daughter," Buffy said softly, staring at the sleeping girl.
"Shit," Xander breathed.
"Oh... she must have been brought here with the ship," Willow suggested. "According to the pod, she's fully developed. No reason not to pull her out. Buffy?"
"Yeah," Buffy murmured, swallowing a lump in her throat. "Dawn..."
"Who's Lyn?" Ford asked from where he was holding onto the grass with one hand to keep from floating away.
Buffy reached in and pulled the sleeping girl into her arms. "I'll explain later, Ford. You should get in the pod."
Ford nodded slowly, watching her curiously as he carefully maneuvered himself. Delicate pale tendrils steadied him. Willow concentrated on the pod, and started it doing its thing. It closed up around Ford, and moments later he drifted into unconsciousness.
"I don't get it," Buffy said, still cradling Dawn to her chest. "How can she be here? No one and nothing else came through with the ship."
"I know right," Willow agreed. "I don't know. Are you okay, Buffy?"
"Yeah," Buffy said. "It's just, it feels like she's mine, not just Lyn's."
"Well, good," Xander said, resting a hand on Buffy's shoulder. "Because you're who's here."
"Okay, well, um, I need a little while to do something," Willow said.
"What's up, Wills?" Xander asked.
"Well, it's like this," Willow explained. "I want to write some command access restriction programs. We don't have a Giaa to keep problems from happening, so, like, I want to make sure only the three of us can control the ship and stuff, 'cause I mean, we're not going to stop with Ford and little Dawn there, are we? And we don't want some doofus crashing the Eliezera or blowing up the moon or something, right?"
"Oh, yeah." Buffy nodded. "Right."
"Hold up, what are we talking about here?" Xander questioned.
"We can give people the upgrade, now," Willow said, settling into a meditative pose. "Think about it, Xander. This is the early twenty-first century. How many people are dying right this second?"
"Fuck," Xander whispered. "We can't keep this a secret, can we."
"No," Buffy agreed quietly.
"The SGC is going to have kittens," Xander groaned.
"I don't care," Buffy said firmly. "I had my head up my ass about this long enough. I'm not letting millions of people die just so the bureaucratic overlords can feel important."
Xander tugged on his chin in thought. "We can't do it up here. It'll be too slow and resource-intensive to ferry billions of people to the Eliezera by shuttle. If we don't want a war on our hands we have to cover the whole planet in rebirthing pods, everywhere at once. Upgrade as many people as possible before governments have a chance to react."
"Okay, but then how'll people know what the pods are for?" Buffy wondered.
"Well, they'll... um..." Xander gestured helplessly.
"I guess we'll have to figure something out." Buffy suddenly blanched. "Do you think the upgrade would work on demons?"
"Not vamps. It would depend for others," Xander said after a moment. "Does it matter? Even if some big bad gets Faed, we do this right and there'll be no one left they can harm."
Buffy was a little torn, but before she could think about it, she was distracted by Dawn.
The newborn Fae in Buffy's arms was waking up. Dawn's eyes opened gently, and her mouth formed a little 'o' of interest as she stared up at the projected sky and all around the idyllic landscape with wide curious eyes, taking in her first sights ever. Dawn's gaze locked onto Buffy's face, and the newborn girl put her hand to Buffy's face, feeling her.
"Skin. Face. Buffy. You are pretty," Dawn said in the Fae language.
Buffy's grin was almost painful. Dawn moved her thumb to Buffy's lips, tracing her mother's smile, and Dawn's face split into a reciprocal grin.
"And you are too, my little Dawn," Buffy cooed.
Dawn wriggled out of Buffy's arms and set her feet on the grass, twisting around in a circle as she took in her surroundings. She moved as though there was gravity. Other skills had to be learned, but the deceptively complex task of using one's skeletal magnetics to simulate weight was instinctive.
Dawn took a moment to peer at Xander, who smiled and gave a little wave. Dawn suddenly bounded towards him with innocent enthusiasm, slamming into him hard enough to knock him over. Xander bounced off the grass and stopped them in mid air, snickering. Dawn had her knees clamped on his hips and her hands on his ribs as she peered closely at his face.
"Hi there," Xander chuckled.
"I am called Dawn!" Dawn shared brightly. "You are called Xander."
Xander tilted back onto his feet and gave her a goofy smile. "Sure am."
Dawn giggled and looked up from Xander at the projected sky, reaching up with one hand as though to touch it. Shoving off of Xander, Dawn touched the grass and sprang straight up, shooting off like a rocket.
"Dawn wait!" Buffy called, leaping after her.
Xander winced as Dawn smashed face-first into the ceiling at a speed that wouldn't be out of place on a freeway. Dawn drifted back, tumbling slowly with a stunned expression on her face. She blinked and gave the pretty planet a pouty glare.
"The sky is mean!" Dawn complained.
Fighting an amused smile, Buffy pulled Dawn into a hug. "That's not a real sky, Dawnie."
Xander was having a harder time holding in his amusement. That had been downright cartoonish. But then, that was kind of the point. The freedom of having a body that wouldn't fail you, no matter what you did, no matter what mistakes you made. Xander shook his head and dove towards Willow, who was still motionless, sitting against the side of the birthing pod.
Dawn snuggled into Buffy as they followed Xander down, the imagined sky forgotten in the face of yet another new experience. The intimacy of full frontal skin to skin contact was a profound thing. With a cute little sigh, Dawn wrapped her arms and legs around Buffy and nuzzled her face into the top of Buffy's chest. Buffy landed on the squishy grass and smiled indulgently...
...until Dawn's wriggling became less kittenish and distinctly more sensual. Buffy's smile froze in place and her face slowly reddened as Dawn obliviously dry-humped her abs. And the dry part of that was quickly becoming otherwise. Buffy had no idea what to do. She knew it would be wrong to reprimand Dawn, but at the same time she was so not to the point where she was comfortable participating in her daughter's sexual explorations.
Buffy shot Xander a pleading look. Um, help?
"Uh," Xander said, looking just a little deer-in-the-headlights-y.
After standing there blinking for a few moments, Xander's face suddenly lit up and he jumped over to them. Xander's fingers danced over Dawn's torso and neck, looking for ticklish spots. With a bright peal of laughter, Dawn flailed, releasing Buffy and squirming to get away from Xander as she giggled wildly.
Dawn somersaulted out of Xander's reach and took off at a sprint. She ducked into the roots of a tree a ways away, clinging to the firm but velvety smooth surface. Her head peeked out, and Xander made threatening tickling motions with his hands. Dawn squeaked and ducked back into her hiding spot, but they could still hear her faint giggling.
"Well done, Commander," Anubis rumbled hollowly.
The jaffa stepped back from the piece of cut stone containing the Alteran repository, and did his best not to look smug. They'd been expecting Tau'ri interference, but when they got to the planet all they found was one of the Tau'ri's wheeled probes.
Anubis had the device taken to his research laboratories, and ordered that he not be disturbed. He had knowledge to reclaim, and this was not work he could delegate.
SG-1 sat in their accustomed seats around the table in the briefing room, Jack O'Neill looked up from his copy of the report.
"So, it would seem that over a dozen of the rogue NID agents we have in custody, all agree that Buffy Reaval and the other one were both grabbed in a small town in California. On Earth," Jack summarized flatly.
"Do we have any reason to discount this version of events?" Doctor Weir asked.
"Well, they could all be feeding us a pre-arranged lie," Jack allowed. "Here's an idea, why don't we call up the Fae ship and ask them what they were doing on Earth. See what they say."
"If they are indeed, up to something, would not such questioning, tip our hand?" Teal'c inquired.
"They'd have to know we'd question the rogue agents," Daniel pointed out. "And they never actually said how or where it happened."
"They did leave the bubbleship for us to study, Sir," Carter added.
"How is that going, by the way?" Doctor Weir asked. "Have the science teams learned anything yet?"
Samantha Carter puffed up her cheeks and blew out a long sigh. "We're not even sure where to begin, to be honest. The hull seems to defy analysis. We're not even sure if it is a liquid or a solid. We have determined that the shuttle uses radon gas for its reaction mass."
"Isn't radon highly radioactive?" Doctor Weir asked.
Carter nodded. "Yes, but as best we can tell, the hull of the shuttle, for lack of a better term, eats both the radiation and the decay products. Presumably that is one of its power sources, but that's just conjecture at this point."
"Is that all?" Jack asked.
"We're fairly sure that the bubbleship doesn't interact with subspace at all," Carter continued, "and exploiting subspace through the unique properties of naquada is the basis for nearly all the advanced technology we've encountered off world thus far. I'm finding myself wondering if maybe Willow Rin was right."
"About?" Doctor Weir prompted.
"It was something she said to me during our first contact," Carter said. "She claimed that subspace phenomena were, in her words, 'tacked on' to this universe. I can't know for sure until I have a chance to study their version of the Unified Field Theory to see if it matches ours, but I think she might be right. Our Unified Field Theory perfectly predicts the properties of our quantum reality, except when naquada gets involved. Our physics are simple, elegant, and perfectly reducible, except for this one mineral and its variations. Well, there are other exceptions, Willow was right about that too, but naquada is the only one we actually understand."
"Carter," Jack cut in. "This is all very fascinating, but what's it going to do for us against the immediate threat?"
"Maybe nothing," Carter admitted, "but maybe a whole lot."
"How so?" Doctor Weir asked.
"The bubbleship itself is, well, pretty much useless to us as a military asset, but the implications of it being built in a universe that lacked some of the physical laws of this one - possibly all the physical laws of this universe, except Unified Field Theory - are huge," Carter said. "There are a lot of little... inconsistencies... in our observed reality, now that I have some idea what to look for."
"Like what?" Daniel asked curiously.
"For starters?" Carter paused. "Entropic Cascade Failure. Or if you want something simpler, how about, why do we remain conscious in transit between stargates?" Carter let the question hang in the air for a moment. "We've seen, again and again, phenomena where consciousness has effects that supersede the fundamental laws... I honestly can't blame the Fae for calling it magic. The term is scientifically apt."
Daniel felt a chill go down his spine.
"Of immediate use," Carter continued, "is the known fact that the Alterans were physiologically identical to us. Willow was right about that too. They didn't have forcefield generators or subspace radios in their brains. And yet a great number of them displayed powerful psionic abilities. Telekinesis, telepathy, cellular regeneration, thermokinesis, electrokinesis..." Carter trailed off.
"What are you getting at, Major?" Doctor Weir asked.
Carter took a breath. "I believe it is possible for Daniel, and most likely others, to regain at least some of the mental powers displayed by the Alterans, through nothing more than training. We have the same physical brain structure they did. It must be possible for humans to do what they did."
"Um, really?" Daniel questioned, shooting uncertain looks around the table.
"Well... yeah," Carter asserted. "If - "
The warning klaxon sounded. "Unscheduled Offworld Activation!"
SG-1 shared a look and got up, heading down to the control room.
"Recieving SG-3's IDC."
"Open the iris."
SG-3 came through the gate at a run, somewhat out of breath, but looking intact. Doctor Weir gestured for Jack to follow her and went down into the gate room.
"Colonel Reynolds," Doctor Weir said. "What happened?"
"Anubis landed in force while we were on the planet," Colonel Albert Reynolds reported. "We went to ground, but the jaffa forces didn't stay long. Ma'am. Sir. They took the ancient repository."
"Oh. That's... bad," Jack opined.
Buffy watched Dawn sit knee to knee with Willow, mimicking the redhead's posture, with an impish expression on her young face. Willow was still working on her security program, but every time Dawn would start to get bored and look away, Willow would peak her eyes open, wait for Dawn to notice, and then go back to pretending to be oblivious to the world.
It was surprisingly effective at keeping Dawn entertained.
Buffy looked sideways at Xander. "Xander?"
"Yeah, Buff?"
Buffy just looked at him for a long moment, her face unreadable. Then she turned and floated up until she was level with Xander's face. She kissed him, soft and full of promise.
"Buffy?" Xander breathed.
"I've decided I'm pro-Fae," Buffy said softly. "I figure this is inevitable, and I figure, if I know what I'm gonna think later, I might as well go with that, now."
Xander gave her a lidded smile. "Well. It's about dang time."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Quiet, you."
And then she was kissing him again, hot and eager, probing his tongue with hers. Her breasts flattened against his firm chest as his arms enfolded her. Buffy pushed Xander off his feet and flew them around behind a hill. As Xander's back settled against the squishy grass, Buffy trailed kisses down his jaw and onto his chest. Her warm wetness brushed his glans and she shivered in anticipation.
Xander wrapped his arms around Buffy's lower back and sat up, aiming himself so his glistening phallus pressed against her dripping entrance. Buffy curled her hips forward and down, popping his girth through her labia and into her depths. Buffy shuddered in pleasure and arched her back, pushing her chest into Xander's face.
Xander nuzzled his nose into her breasts, making Buffy grin. With a buck of her hips, she sank herself the rest of the way down onto Xander's length and began to slowly ride him. Xander kissed his way to a nipple and latched on, nibbling and sucking while his hands stroked her back and his thumbs traced her spine.
Meeting Buffy's slow riding with languid thrusts, Xander took a moment to let the part of himself that idolized Buffy exult in profound victory. Then Buffy trembled as she reached orgasm, and with a few firmer thrusts Xander quickly followed, spurting deep inside her. And Xander moved on, letting that part of himself fade into a comfortable memory.
Xander gave Buffy a smile and a raised eyebrow. She grinned at him, and her lips crashed into his as she planted her feet in the grass under Xander and raised herself up about half of Xander's length. Xander grabbed her butt and pulled himself back into her forcefully, their flesh slapping together. Buffy moaned into his mouth as Xander pounded into her, quickly building them both to a second orgasm.
They stopped, Xander buried to the hilt as they trembled together with orgasmic convulsions. Buffy looked into his eyes for a long moment, and then seemingly without either of them initiating it, they were suddenly moving again, fucking without restraint.
They climaxed in quick succession a third time. And then a fourth. And a fifth. And a sixth. And a...
"And... done," Willow murmured, opening her eyes and grinning at Dawn.
Dawn pointed at her and giggled. "You looked! You looked!"
"Yep," Willow agreed, booping Dawn on the nose.
Dawn bit Willow's finger and gnawed on it. Willow grinned impishly and started pulling Dawn this way and that by her teeth. Dawn was soon laughing too hard to keep Willow's finger trapped.
Dawn's giggles died down, and she cocked her head. "What are the funny noises?"
Willow smirked. "Oh that's just your Buffy and Xander having a moment." Willow snerked. "Or sixty."
Dawn looked at her blankly.
"We should probably leave them be," Willow mused. "This time, anyway."
It was early morning, and SG-1 was back in the briefing room.
"This is... We were counting on this," Daniel said. "With the Lost City in the hands of Anubis, I think we have bigger problems than whatever the Fae were doing in California."
"Unless the Fae are working for Anubis," Jack contributed.
Carter winced. "Frankly, if that's true, we're totally screwed. Sir."
"Unfortunately, I have to agree with Major Carter," Doctor Weir said. "For the moment, the Fae ship is the only thing standing between us and Anubis' fleet. I think we have no choice but to trust them."
"Indeed," Teal'c contributed.
Jack planted his elbows on the table. "So, assuming the Fae are on our side, what can we do?"
"Well, they can probably say more about that than we can," Daniel pointed out.
Doctor Weir nodded, and stood. "Let's call them up."
Dawn was lying prone in the grass, spying on Buffy and Xander's athletic fucking. Willow hung back, half amused, half hesitant. Sure enough, during a post-orgasmic lull, Buffy eventually noticed.
"Dawn!" she shrieked.
Dawn flinched back, folding back onto her knees. Her lip trembled, and her wide eyes started to shine. Buffy winced, looking supremely torn, and repeated Dawn's name in a softer tone, pulling away from Xander and going to her with a sigh. Dawn pouted about being yelled at, but it didn't look like tears would come.
Shaking her head, Willow took a step forward.
"Fae ship Eliezera, this is Doctor Elizabeth Weir, leader of Stargate Command. Please respond."
Willow blinked and directed her attention to the her interface with the SGC's subspace radio. On the video feed, she saw a tall sharply dressed brunette woman standing in front of a group she recognized as SG-1. Willow formed a camera with her Utility Cloud and opened the connection.
"This is Willow Rin. What can I do for you, Doctor Weir?"
The woman glanced behind her for a moment before turning back to the screen. "Firstly, I would like to once more apologize for the actions of the rogue members of the NID who caused you trouble, and thank you for the restraint you showed in your response."
"We appreciate that," Willow said with a nod.
"I would like to invite you, and miss Reaval and mister Reon, to come visit our facility," Doctor Weir said. "The goa'uld Anubis recently won a major intelligence victory over us, and we would like to discuss our plans for the defense of this planet with you."
"Of course," Willow agreed, worrying her lip. "Um, when?"
"As soon as possible," Doctor Weir said. "However, before that, some of my people have concerns I'd like to address now. According to the rogue agents we apprehended, miss Reaval and her unnamed companion were on Earth when they were abducted. We'd like to know why."
"Oh," Willow winced. "I can see how you would. I assure you our reasons were completely innocuous, Doctor Weir."
"That's a little vague," Jack O'Neill grumbled.
"I am sure we'll both be all with the details soon, Colonel O'Neill," Willow said. "If you'll provide landing coordinates, we'll be there in... an hour or two?"
Major Carter came forward and did something off screen, and Willow received the coordinates. Apparently Stargate Command was in Colorado.
"We look forward to your arrival," Doctor Weir said.
"Thank you, Doctor Weir," Willow said, closing the connection.
Willow sighed. Giles' books hadn't had much to say about Goa'uld who weren't Ra or his court, so all she knew about Anubis was the mythology. Even that wasn't very heartening. And, though she couldn't be sure, it had seemed like Doctor Weir was downplaying the situation when she called it a major intelligence victory.
"I was just startled that you were watching, Dawn," Buffy was saying in a tone that was meant to be reassuring, but came out just a little pained.
"You were doing sex," Dawn announced. "I wanted to see what was making the noises."
Buffy opened her mouth to say something and then cut herself off, no less than three times. Watching her, amusement began to return to Dawn's face. Buffy giggled at herself, still a little loopy with afterglow.
"Hey guys," Willow interrupted. "The SGC just called. They wanna talk, like right now. I think things might be getting a bit... apocalypse-y."
"Apocalypse-y huh? How apocalypse-y, exactly?" Xander asked.
"They didn't say," Willow admitted. "I told them we'd land at their base in an hour or two."
"Okay," Buffy said, ruffling Dawn's hair, then she blinked. "Wait, no, not okay. It's already morning in Sunnydale. Aw crud. My mom's gonna get all stern and lecture-y and with the grounding again."
"What if we told her the truth?" Xander suggested. "Why can't we just land a shuttle in your back yard, explain, then bring your mom up here to get upgraded?"
Buffy paused. "Okay, we'll call that Plan B, alright? Hey, Willow, you can synthesize stuff now, right?"
Willow nodded. "Yep."
"If we're gonna go to like an actual official meeting thing, I think we should dress for it," Buffy said. "And I mean in Fae fashions, don't worry."
"Oh, uh, yeah," Willow agreed. "What did you have in mind?"
"For me?" Buffy asked. "I was thinking mostly metal, maybe a few ribbons..."
"Okay, everything will be waiting for us in the shuttle," Willow said.
"Awesome, Wills," Buffy complimented. "Alright, let's go."
Xander stopped. "Wait, what are we going to do with Dawn? She can't come with us. She'd be a hazard to ordinary humans."
"What are you talking about, Xander?" Buffy demanded.
"She's not even a day old, Buffy. She has almost no impulse control, or any understanding of how fragile humans are," Xander said softly.
Buffy frowned. "Well, we can't just leave her up here alone, can we?"
Dawn chose that moment to climb onto Xander's back and poke him in the ear. Xander playfully swatted her hand away and Dawn decided she wanted to chew on his ear instead.
"See what I mean?" Xander asked. "If she did this to a human, instead of cute it'd be a medical emergency."
Willow made a little thoughtful noise. "I know. Hey, Dawn. Come here, alright? Dawn?"
Dawn looked up and then scrambled over Xander's head, kicking him in the face in the process, and further proving his point. A human would have a broken nose after that. Willow bit her lip in amusement as she caught Dawn and booped her on the nose. Dawn giggled.
"I came to Willow!" Dawn announced.
"Yep! Now pay attention," Willow said. "I'm gonna do the education thing to you."
"Do it to me!" Dawn agreed.
Willow turned Dawn around and pulled them both down onto the squishy grass, so Dawn's back was to her chest and Dawn was slouched between Willow's legs. Dawn peered over her shoulder at Willow, wriggling into the embrace.
At Willow's command, a small panel, about a foot square, rose from the grass between Dawn's thighs, its side forming a mirror. Silently, Willow had Dawn look at the reflection of her vagina, while Willow slid her hands onto the back of Dawn's. Willow guided Dawn's hands, slowly exploring the features and folds of Dawn's sex. She guided Dawn's other hand to a breast, leading her in stimulation there as well.
Dawn made a cute little moaning sound, and her hands moved from beneath Willow's as she was caught up in the profound new sensations. Willow planted a kiss on Dawn's cheek and slid out from behind her. Buffy's mouth was hanging half open as she was once again looking supremely torn. Xander was just giving her a funny eyebrow.
"There. That should keep her occupied for a while," Willow asserted.
Stamping down a flicker of insecurity, Willow nodded resolutely and took Buffy and Xander by the arms. As she pulled them along, she sent the command for a shuttle to assemble itself.
Buffy shook herself and twined her hand into Willow's. "Right. Good thinking, Wills."
"So," Xander started as they reached the shuttle. "What did the SGC say, exactly?"
"Oh right, here," Willow said, forwarding a recording of her conversation through the Dreamlink.
The shuttle emerged into space and accelerated towards the moon's spinward horizon, while Xander and Buffy closed their eyes and watched the recording. Willow guided the shuttle to within a mile of the lunar surface as they used the moon's gravity to help bleed off a massive amount of orbital speed and begin their assisted fall towards Earth.