Dawn Summers (dawn_breaks) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-11 11:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | dawn summers, fred burkle |
Who: Dawn Summers, Fred Burkle
When: Backdated to the first night after they all realize Peter is gone
Where: Hyperion, Library
Rating: Low at the moment
Dawn knew she wasn't a superhero, not like her sister, not like Faith and not like the whole host of people that had found themselves in LA. She wasn't the one who patrolled, she wasn't the one who dove in at the last minute and saved the day, the world even. But she had come to terms with that through the years. Though she still held onto the secret hope that one day she'd wake up a changed girl, that one day she'd magically have the kind of abilities that would make her strong, powerful, unbreakable, she was okay with being normal. Or at least as normal as she could be.
She knew now though she was special in another way, that she could be just as useful without ever weilding a wepon or throwing a punch. And so that was what she threw herself into now, research. The girl was surrounded with piles of books in a system that probably only made sense to her. Pages of notes were scrawled in a notebook next to her, names, objects, chemicals. Anything that could be keeping Peter's abilities dormant.
Dawn looked over her sheets and quickly typed the more likely candidates into an email and sent it off to Nathan, along with explinations of what to look for should any of them be what was being used on Peter. She poured herself another cup of coffee from the thermos she had filled and brought up to the library with her and then dove into the next stack of books. It wasn't pretty work, this research thing, and she was more than certain pouring through tiny print in dead languages would kill her eyesight sooner than later but it was what she was good at. It was what made her feel useful and not just Buffy's kid sister so she would make sure she did a damn good job at it.