and so, au revoir for now...

My tummy hurts for the second day running. But I have this image of epic fic in my head, though it won't do me much good on a road-trip, honestly. I like it, though, though obviously I've been reading too much Grant Morrison...but it has shiny ideas.


It's a new and different world. Willow unleashed all that raw power, making all the girls who could be slayers into slayers, breaking the chains of patriarchal power and control, sharing the responsibility with tens of thousands of girls from Afghanistan to California to Japan to Zaire. It was supposed to be a better world.

It was supposed to be...but how often do those work out?

My name is Dawn Summers and I was never supposed to exist as a girl. I'm one of the oldest things in Creation...the Key. Under the right circumstances, I should be able to open universes. Practically, pragmatically, I am a twenty-one-year old brainiac on the run from peole who worship my sister and her "little sisters" AND from people who think my sister's little sisters should be cut open and freed from their evil evil powers so that things can be "set right," whatever that means.

It's a different world. There have been rebellions in heaven and hell; killer viruses that were once magickal spells are driving slayers mad and turning magicians into mush. People who I trusted with all my heart and soul are leading teams to track me down. People I loved are no longer people. Secrets I kept are now on the six o'clock news. And tonight, I'm going to open a door into hell with powers I promised Buffy I'd never use to recruit an ally who she'd never in a million years approve of.

"Dawn?" Robin says. He's on watch right now. "There's a pack of wild ones coming out of the hills pretty fast. Willow says they're vaccinated and higher than a gang on PCP."

Two years ago I watched Robin Wood cut the thing wearing his girlfriend's body into pieces. Faith had gotten careless; they'd gotten her when she was leading a patrol in Miami and when they were done, she'd been emptied out and hungry for blood. He'd made sure that the only blood she'd gorged on was her own, though he was that close to giving her his own, too. Oz pulled him back, and we don't mention Faith anymore.

Like I said, brave new world with all sorts of unpleasant things in it.

"We have to maintain our position," I tell him. "This is our gateway down and if we blow tonight, we won't be able to get to our prisoner for six months. And you know we don't have that kind of time..."



Anyway, see everyone in about a week. :)