Title: I Need a Boyfriend
author: Jmaria
rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: I do not own them, I only play with them.
Summary: Dawn uses a word she knows she shouldn't use, and finds herself hopping dimensions to find Mr. Right.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I Need a Boyfriend

Dawn Summers should have known better, but she was a frustrated teenager with issues. Actually, that excuse was going to get old soon. But this was the third weekend in a row she'd been stuck at the Watcher's Council, and she was going stir crazy. As much as she loved research, there were limits on how much of it she could take.

Out of frustration, she'd already broken three pencils, chipped a nail, and spilled coffee all over Buffy's shirt that she'd borrowed again. Then she did the ultimate no-no. She used the W word.

"My life sucks," she grumbled, mopping up the spilt coffee. "I could have a normal life, the whole boyfriend and friends routine, but no, I've got commitments to the cause. I've got to be Watcher, Junior. God, I wish I had a boyfriend and a social life."

"Done." Dawn's eyes widened.

"Uh-oh."

It was too late to take the words back. She went very still. Nothing happened right away, and she thought for half a second that she'd just been hearing things. Until she felt a tugging behind her navel and saw the carpet rush past her. There wasn't even time for her to scream.

The door to the study opened then, and Xander Harris poked his head through. He'd gotten some donuts for her, like he always did. The sight of the room nearly made him drop them. Papers fluttered to the ground, and the chair she'd been in was tipped over.

"Dawnie? Everything - oh, crap."

Dawn felt her feet touch ground. The wind stopped whipping around her. She brushed her hair back from her face. She was in a dark room.

"Where am I?"

"Well, darling, you're on the quest for Mr. Right," A woman slinked out of the corner, well, what looked like the corner of the room. Her face reminded Dawn of a mix between a vamp and a vengeance demon.

"I knew I shouldn't have said the W word," Dawn groaned.

"Oh, honey, I'm not here to do you any harm. I'm sort of like fairy godmother, helping you find the perfect husband."

"HUSBAND?" Dawn yelled, but she vanished out of the room before she could say another word.

"They always get hung up on that part about Mr. Right being their husbands. Honestly, I only deal in absolutes."