Title: Another Lost
Author: BabeinBlue
Rating: PG
Summary: When Dawn is a little girl, her window is visited by Peter Pan and goes away to Neverland.
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Peter Pan belong to their rightful owners. This plot belongs to Elisabeth.
Feedback: Is greatly appreciated. I'd love to know what all of you guys think of this story.
A/N: This is a response to a challenge at Chocolate Covered Strawberries by Elisabeth. Here is how the challenge goes.
"When Dawn is a little girl (I'm thinking anything from Season 1-3) her window is visited by Peter Pan and goes away to Neverland because she hates Sunnydale and is jealous of Buffy.
Requirements:
-Originally a replacement for Wendy but Dawn resists and eventually becomes a "Lost Girl"
Options:
-Take place during regular Peter Pan, Hook, or after.
Prologue
The moon shined yellow and bright in a small town called Sunnydale. In 1630 Revello Drive, a twelve-year-old girl, soon to be thirteen, silently paced across her dark room. The moonlight shined mysteriously into her room, causing Dawn to look ghostly in her white nightgown.
Now, mostly Dawn never wore dresses, for she thought they were the most horrible things but that didn't mean that they weren't comfortable, and there was no one around to see it. That was a really good thing.
Dawn sighed exhaustedly and decided to sit on the chair of her study desk. It was midnight and everyone was sleeping soundly in the Summers household, except for Dawn and Buffy. But who knew what Buffy was doing? She was never around the house at this time, because she thinks she's all high almighty, because she's the slayer and she doesn't get curfews.
Buffy didn't think her mom or her little sister knew about it, but Dawn did. Don't ask me how, but she knew.
She grabbed her pink diary and opened up to a new page. She decided she didn't need to turn on her light. The moonlight was enough to let her write. She grabbed her pen and got ready to write.
After a few, silent minutes, Dawn stared blankly at the new page. She chewed absently on her pen, while thinking. Oh yes, another angsty entry on how she hated Sunnydale and wished she could have stayed back in L.A and how everyone thought Buffy was so wonderful and special.
Dawn began to write her new entry, but a ball of light flying past her window made her stop. Dawn's eyes slightly grew wide as she opened her window and looked outside. There was nothing but the silence of the night. She looked suspiciously around her house, but there was, again, nothing there, not a leaf nor a flickering ball of light.
She never noticed the boy, dressed in green, staring down at her from the Summers' house's rooftops.
Most children soon forget about it, for what troubles a grownup will never trouble a child. But Dawn wasn't like most children.
A/N: I hope this is good. I really didn't know how to start this story, but an idea popped into my head, so I decided to go with the flow. Feedback is really appreciated.