"No, I mean," she lowered her voice, "that Door grabbed my hand to make a door and escape, and instead of ending up in the Second Floor Common Room, we ended up in the Perk. She tapped into...what I am, Sam. Or was."
"I don't think so," she shook her head, pushing her hair out of the way when it got stuck to her lip gloss. "We touched when she wasn't trying to make a door and we didn't end up anywhere else."
"That's really weird. Did she know about...you know, what you used to be?" Sam asked. He didn't want to think about anyone abusing Dawn's power if she couldn't stop them.
"No, she had no idea. And I didn't either, since I thought it was just a blood and ritual thing. Therefore, research." She supposed she'd have to talk to a Giles about this at some point, but the one here had much bigger concerns right now.
"Probably," Sam agreed. "You know, I bet my dad would sign off on you getting into Special Collections, even though it's not for class. And I'd be more than happy to be your aide escort. That is, if you want to go looking."
"I can totally understand wanting to know. I'd feel the same way if I was in your position." There were certainly things Sam wanted to know about himself, but he doubted the answers would be in the Special Collections.
"You're welcome," Sam replied, smiling softly. "I mean, it's not like you tried to make something weird happen. It just did, and as long as you're okay, there's nothing to freak out about."
"Nope, that's me. An epicenter of weird," she tried not to be too bothered by that, "and actually, I was thinking that maybe it could be a good thing. Eventually."
"Like when you were captured by the trolls," Dawn said enthusiastically, "We could have maybe made a door and gotten people out, without having to do as much of the fighty thing."
"And that probably would have gone a lot faster," Sam replied, shuddering a little at the thought of the troll he'd dealt with. "That's a really, really good point."
"Thank you, I liked it," she smirked at him, still unable to believe how well he was handling the day-to-day of dating a bright green ball of energy, former. "So, Dean gave me a picture of you in Ethics class yesterday."
Sam's eyes narrowed, and he muttered slightly unkind things about Dean under his breath. "Of course he did. Why does that not surprise me? I'm amazed he didn't photocopy the picture and plaster it all over the dorms."
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