Work Text:
She consulted the book and looked to the stars. Everything needed to be perfect for this to work.
They had lost entirely too much over the years. What was the point of being an all-powerful, ancient entity if not to make things better for those she loved?
She made several cuts with careful deliberation. A green glow suffused her.
Fourteen-year-old Dawn Summers' eyes snapped open. She was disoriented but was filled with a strange satisfaction as she looked around her bedroom.
"Dawn, sweetheart, it's time to get up." Joyce's voice lit the proverbial spark, and she remembered everything. Dawn grinned.