Title: 27 for 27
Part: Prologue: You Ain't Takin' That From Me
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: You should know by now that I own nothing. Joss owns BtVS, Murray owns Glee, and RTD/Moffet/BBC owns DW.
Series Summary: 27 ficlets of insanity done to celebrate 27 years.
Set/Spoilers:
Part Summary: Teaching's a bitch. It makes you go crazy.
Words:
Pairing/Character: Dawn Summers; Sam Evans, Kurt Hummel; the 11th Doctor.
Dedication/Shout Out: None (well, me.)
Song Base: Strip Me - Natasha Bedingfield
A/N: Last Prologue, promise! (It got stuck on random, I swear. And you can't pass up Natasha Bedingfield even if the song is annoying (Easy A proved this, did it not?)). Also true fact: teaching makes you crazy. I know several crazy teachers. I live with one. Kids make you crazy.

27 for 27
You Ain't Takin' That From Me

"I jump on your head!" Dawn screeched, tackling the taller of the two teenagers.

"Um, should she be allowed to do that?" the boy being tackled asked the shorter boy. Who frowned at their substitute.

"I highly doubt it," Kurt Hummel crossed his arms. "Ms. Summers, is everything all right?"

"Huh?" Dawn blinked at the boys as if seeing them for the first time. "Where'd he go?"

"Who?"

"I'm gonna slay his ass," Dawn muttered. "Sorry, Evans."

Dawn shook her head and hopped off of the blond teenager's back. This is what she got for doing the Doctor a favor. Substitute while I try and find out the source of all the alien kit in the school, she'd heard him say. The substituting bit hadn't really sunk in until she'd been facing thirty teenagers bent on ruining her day.

"Slay?" Kurt's eyes got wide.

"Er, um, not slay. Who'd say slay these days? It's not like we're in a - a medieval battle zone or something," Dawn cleared her throat.

Sam and Kurt shared a look, as if they were planning on saying something to counter that. Thankfully, the Doctor chose that moment to slip on the butter inside the doorway and slam into Dawn's side.

"Mothershucker!" Dawn squealed as she was pinned between the Doctor and the desk. "We got a problem, Doc?"

"What would make you say that?" the Doctor grinned.

"The um, men in rubber masks?" Kurt frowned, pointing behind the Doctor.

"Oh, yay, deadly aliens," Dawn muttered. "If they don't kill you, I will."

"I've got a solution," the Doctor countered, sliding across the butter to slam the door shut.

"To the aliens or me killing you?" Dawn huffed.

"Did she say aliens?" Sam perked up.

"You missed the killing part of that statement, didn't you?" Kurt frowned at him.

"Both, actually. Hold this," the Doctor frowned as if noticing the two boys for the first time. "They're a bit young, aren't they?"

"Compared to me and you, everyone is," Dawn shrugged. "Was it in Sue's office?"

"Yes, yes, you were right. Don't get used to it."

"I'm always right, you just never listen. If you'd let me go there in the first place -"

"Is this really the time to discuss this?" the Doctor glowered at her.

"We might be dead in thirty seconds. There's never been a better time."