tthdrabbles | Two Drabbles

Title: No Apocalypse
Author: Maeve Bran
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or Stargate. I'm just having some unprofitable fun.
Prompt: #000 - Starting Over
Summary: Dawn starts work at the SGC. Set post Chosen for BtVS and sometime late season 9 for SG1.
Word count: 200
Raiting: PG

Dawn walked into her new office, not exactly her office but the one she had been assigned. She carried the file box of her personal items with her. She hated the idea of starting another new job but this one might actually last. The United States Air force had a need of a translator of dead languages and the New Watchers Council needed a contact in Stargate Command, so here was Dawn.

She looked around the room and found an empty desk and started to place her pictures. She had barely finished when an attractive man walked in, placed a scroll on her desk, and said, “Good you’re here. I need this translated by tomorrow.”

Dawn looked up at him, and decided that this must be the Archeologist she was here to help.
“I suppose there is an Apocalypse involved?” Dawn asked resignedly.

“Uh, not that I’m aware of,” he remarked.

“Then there is time to be polite,” Dawn took the scroll and started in.

“Oh sorry. Rough day.” He held out his hand and introduced himself, “I’m Daniel Jackson.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Jackson. I’m Dawn Summers.” Dawn sat down at the desk and started to work.

Title: Don’t Touch
Author: Maeve Bran
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or Stargate. I'm just having some unprofitable fun.
Prompt: #013 - Weddings that were not
Summary: Dawn gets in a tricky situation off world. Set post Chosen for BtVS and sometime late season 9 for SG1.
Word count: 200
Raiting: PG13 for a little cussing.

“I told you not to touch that statue,” Dawn said as she and Daniel came down the ramp. Mitchell was just behind them smirking as was Sam. Teal’c had a faintly amused lift to his eyebrows as he watched the bickering couple.

“Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?” demanded General Landry.
“I told Dr. Jackson not to touch the statue because of what I was in the middle of translating but would he listen? ” Dawn started.
“You didn’t say anything about the pedestal,” Daniel countered.

“I take it you touched?” asked Landry.

“I touched,” Daniel admitted.

“Well?” prompted Landry.

“It seems Dawn and I, since we were both in contact with the statue when some locals showed up, uh we sort of got married,” stammered Daniel.

“If you had just given me five minutes, I would have finished the translation,” Dawn nagged smugly.

“You’re right, dear,” Daniel said remorsefully.

Daniel woke up in a cold sweat. He looked around the room and saw he was in his home and blessedly alone. It was just a dream but he resolved to listen to Dawn if she ever told him “don’t touch” just to be safe.