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Haddyn: 200 years in the Future (Day Two)

By the time Mel, Zuko and Erin get back to the Watcher libary, it is in the wee hours of the morning.

Mel looked tired as all beat out but now she knew her sister was alive and if luck held out she'd be getting her brother back by the end of the day.

What she didn't realize is that her plans were about to be torn to shreds.

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Mel bounced into the library with a grin on her face. "Mission accomplished guys! The orb-thingie is ours and even better my sis is alive!"

[For the revelation of Dawn being kidnapped and planning]

All thoughts of sleep gone the group heads down to the Marketplace and begin searching for a trail for Dawn and who took her.

Harth sits on his comfy scaffolding as his minions continue to work on the sacrificial site.

At one point he looked over at his captive and grinned.

"I'm sorry for the accomadations. Well actually I'm not. Creature of the undead here. However I can promise by tomorrow you'll definitely be checked out."

[Locked to Dawn]

For those who are not in the Search party...

BECAUSE THE FUTURE IS OURS AND WE WILL NOT LET IT END!

Dawn glared at him. "You think you're funny, but wow, not so much."

"That's too bad," Harth smirked at Dawn. "Especially now that I have a captive audience. Look on the bright side: You don't have to wear the ugly dress again."

"Oh, yeah. Because exactly what I was worried about was whether or not I was going to be fashionable when I bled to death." She sneered, "Wrong sister, or didn't your memories tell you that?"

"Your sister's memories are with me," Harth said looking a little distant. "She was quite the slayer in her day. Must have been a little cold to be standing in her shadow all your life."

"If you start singing Bette Midler, I'm chewing off my own arm to get out of here."

"I'd normally have a minion do that for you, but since I need you intact for the sacrifice it's on the no-no list."

"Does that mean no singing?"

Walking at the front of the group, Bridge has one ungloved hand out and is following Harth and Dawn's trail.

"This way, guys," he says as he turns a corner.

Sam followed closely behind Bridge, watching him work as they walked. "Can you tell anything about how Dawn is from the aura?"

"She's unconscious," Bridge says, well aware that Sam would *not* be happy to hear that. "And I think... something might be wrong with her right arm?"

"Carrying on a fine old Sunnydale tradition," Xander says with a wince, trying to tally up the arm-breaks and losing count.

Sam was still holding onto Dawn's stake when Mel came in, turning it over idly in his hands. "Good job, that's great," he said a bit dryly. "But we have a different problem now."

"Just because it's a tradition, that doesn't mean it's okay," Sam said bitterly.

"What's wrong now?" Mel said suddenly sensing the mood in the room. "What happened?"

"I know one number... let's see. How does it go?"

He cleared this throat and sang a little ditty...

There was no pain,
No fear, no doubt
Till they pulled me out
Of heaven.

So that’s my refrain.
I live in hell
’Cause I’ve been expelled
From heaven.
I think I was in heaven.

"Does that ring a bell? Big Sister all in pain because she sacrificed her life for a magical construct, implanted memories and a constant thorn in her side?"

"Didn't say it was a good tradition; Sunnydale didn't have a lot of those."

"She's going to be fine!" Mel said vehemently and possibly deep in denail. "So stop this rutting crap talk and let's find her."

"Settle down, Mel," Erin said calmly. "Getting upset isn't going to find your friend any quicker."

"And again with not doing your homework," Dawn shot back, trying to ignore the stab of pain that came with Harth scoring a direct hit on her psyche. "She was in pain because she was ripped out of Heaven by well-meaning people who should have known better. It wasn't my fault."

"Still... she didn't have to die. Did she?" Harth said as he jumped down to be a little closer to his captive. "All that pain she went through just because you had to cling on to your fabricated life."

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