Warning: I do not own Horton Hears a Who or any of the characters in the movie or book…And sadly I also want a Jojo plushy!!

Summary: The Mute, The Hacker, and The Biker…three friends on their way home from the movies decide on a shortcut, but when ambushed, they end up in a spiraling adventure to Whoville where they are split up…Talia, the mute, meets Jojo and while finding her friends, she must help a bigger crisis that threatens Whoville and their very lives…

Awaking to a Dream

Jojo McDawd had started on his way home a bit later than usual. He had managed to escape his 'fans' that he had acquired after the whole speck ordeal. He continued along his usual path sighing as usual. He was used to the attention by now. It had been about a month since Horton saved their little town. With Jojo the national hero, he had been getting invites to the Whoville High prom, and it was a month and two weeks away! He sighed as he kicked a random stone towards Whoosin Lake.

There were some upsides to the Horton incident. His father now knew and understood his passion for music and had supported him 100. And after talking it over with the council…more like begging, Ned McDawd now passed the duty of being mayor to his oldest, and smartest daughter, Hattie, who was more than happy to someday wear the mayoral crest. Jojo let out a small smile when he remembered finding Hattie bragging to her friends about being the next mayor, or 'mayoress' as she put it. As for Horton, he came by to visit from time to time; sometimes he spoke to the mayor and sometimes he talked with Jojo.

Jojo now had the courage to speak his mind, but still liked being silent, it gave him peace and quiet that enabled him to think of new inventions to add to the observatory. His dad, who was proud of Jojo's work, would sometimes visit the observatory and help Jojo fiddle with something new. Still, sometimes Jojo wished he had a friend his own age, someone who didn't like him because he was a hero to the town. He wanted someone to like him for him. He was sixteen and a junior in high school but he still hadn't found a true friend to confide in. He wanted to meet someone who was interested in the beauty of music, and loved the sound of tinkering gadgetries.

He was close to passing the lake when he felt the ground tremble. Was there world unstable again? Jojo didn't know. A bright light on the lake suddenly blinded him as another earth shudder made him stumble and grab around a tree. He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying not to blind himself. He could feel the light press against him, almost suffocating him. 'What the Who is going on here' Jojo thought to himself. The light seemed to pulse as he glanced out onto the lake where he saw…a who girl…She had a tan face and dark black hair that was tied into an extremely high ponytail.

She was clutching a wet book to her chest and the glare from her neck pointed out a silver locket around her neck. The light seemed to recede then, from whence it came from the lake. Jojo watched as the girl was floating on her back in the water and the gentle waves from the lake pulled the girl to shore. Jojo was about to investigate this new who but as if the light drained him, he collapsed onto the grass exhausted. His head made a gentle thud as he non to gently fell the rest of the way onto the ground. 'A new Who, that's impossible' Jojo thought…His eyes fluttered closed and his last conscious thought sent him into a restless sleep…'Who is she?'

T/S(Time Skip…HA! you thought I was done, didn't you?)

2 hours Later

Talia mumbled and snuggled closer into the soft blanket… 'Wait, what?' Talia's eyes snapped open and her head pounded at the sudden light. She growled before looking around. She noticed she was on someone's couch…but, weren't her and her friends in the forest. She racked her brain to remember the details. 'We were being chased…on the bridge…the lake…' she gasped as her head ached and pulse. She put her hands to her face and then snapped them away. 'Fur? What the…' Talia looked at her hands…or were they her hands. They were covered in fur as well as the fur clothes she was wearing. She had four long fingers and when feeling her face, she found it too was covered in fur and her nose felt like a button.

She heard a clink of what she guessed were plates. Talia looked around for a picture or a frame. She found one on the wall not far away and got off the couch to see it better. 'It's the McDawd family, with their 97 children. But, that was only a movie…is this a dream?' she wondered. She pinched herself and winced at the pain. She suddenly felts eyes on her and turned. She stopped herself from screaming as Jojo McDawd was standing there with two steaming cups in his hands looked at her with a puzzled face.

'This isn't real, this isn't real' Talia repeated in her mind. Jojo set down one of the cups on a side table and motioned for her to sit. With as much dignity as she could manage, Talia walked over and sat down in the couch. Hesitantly, she reached for the cup of what she guessed was hot cocoa. She took a sip, it was cocoa and she was grateful as the hot liquid soothed her dry, itching throat. She gave a nervous smile in thanks. Jojo still looked a bit confused as he studied her. Talia's face turned red, she hated people observing her like she was under a microscope. Her face turned into a small scowl.

"Please don't stare at me," she finally spoke, her voice was soft and hoarse. Jojo almost looked surprised at how blunt she was.

"Sorry," he mumbled quietly looking down. He looked back up again as Talia took in her surroundings. If she had her theory correct, she went through a portal to this world…but that was crazy…wasn't it? Jojo let out a sigh and stood up. Talia's eyes snapped over to him at the sudden movement.

"What's your name," His voice asked. Talia shook her head, ridding herself of different thoughts. She glanced up through her side bangs, which she noticed had white tips at the bottom. She stood up to face him, and found it amusing that she was smaller than Jojo, but only by a couple centimeters…not counting the hair.

"My name is Talia…Talia Newberry," She decided on using her real name. "But…call me Whisper," she added in her small voice. Jojo nodded, immediately understanding the cause of the nickname.

"Nice to meet you, Whisper. My name is…" Jojo started but Whisper cut him off.

"You're Jojo McDawd, son of Ned and Sally McDawd…your father is the mayor," Whisper recited perfectly in a monotonous voice. Jojo's eyes widened at her knowledge.

"Ummm, have we ever met? Where are you from?" Jojo asked the hesitant question. Whisper smiled. Well, if he wanted a story, he's gonna get one, Whisper was only slightly aware that she was talking more than she usually did in a week.

"Well, I'm from earth, a different world than yours…I think me and my friends came here through a portal in an abandoned lake," Whisper finished her words as realization hit her… 'Oh no! Red…Compton' she thought worriedly.

"Ummm, did you by any chance, see me with anyone else?" she asked hopefully. Jojo thought for a moment and shook his head 'no'. 'Great, I'm in a seriously weird world on a speck, with no friends, and the oldest of 97 children thinks I'm crazy' she thought glancing at Jojo, who was looking at her with an unreadable face. The sudden sound of a door opening and slamming made both the who children jump.

"I'M HOME!" the voice of Ned McDawd echoed through the house. Jojo and Talia looked at each other with wide eyes, both thinking the same thing…'Oh crap!!'

To Be Continued

(A/N: Dun dun DUNNNNN!!)

A/N: Hello!! How did you like it…I'm hoping for reviews and I am holding a vote, and I'm debating whether to add a lemon at the end or not, so vote yes for a lemon or no for a regular ending.