Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Teen Wolf, they belong to Joss Whedon and Jeff Davis.

A/N: In this story Dawn is being "born" in 1996 instead of 1986, which makes her 17 year old.

"It has been six months now, Buffy, we have to accept the fact that she may be ..."

"Don't Giles. Don't tell me my sister might be dead. I would have felt it." She looked at Watcher and father figure with pleading eyes, looking lost. "Wouldn't I have felt it?"

Giles sighed. It had been hard on his Slayer these past months. Hell, it had been hard on all of them. Buffy had been tearing apart the demon underground trying to find the smallest hint of where Dawn was, running herself ragged in the progress.

As much as it pained him he couldn't deny it any more. With a knot in his throat Giles finally had to admit if only to himself that she looked a lot like she had when Willow had ripped her out of Heaven after the whole Glory mess. Buffy had later told him that Spike, of all people, had been the one to help her through it all, but with him gone and now Dawn missing? Cleaning his glasses he couldn't help but fell useless.

None of the demons around had heard anything about the Slayer's missing sister and Buffy had been extremely ... thorough in her "interrogations".

Willow had been one of the first Buffy had called upon discovering that this wasn't a normal kidnapping. Having Dawn kidnapped at least twice a year since the age of ten, had ironically given her a unique sense of knowing when Dawn was in danger and when she was really in danger.

But neither Willow with her magic nor Angel with all the resources of Wolfram and Hart had been able to help gain information of where Dawn was.

It was as if the Key had disappeared from the face of the earth.

XxX

Sheriff Stilinski couldn't believe his eyes. He even had to blink a few times before looking back at the sheets of paper he had in his hands.

Buffy Summers, the alleged sister of the maniac in 216, wasn't at all what he had been expecting. For Christ's sake, the ... girl ... in 216 had had her own modified military stun gun and caused property damage so great she would probably pay it off for the rest of her life.

He had expected the sister to be or have done something similar. But a 5 foot 4 inch, blonde school teacher?

Yeah, that wasn't at all what he had been expecting. She hadn't even gotten a parking ticket much less anything else.

Buffy Summers wasn't however the person he should be focusing on. According to the information he had gathered, Miss Summers had a younger sister named Dawn. Born to Hank and Joyce Summers on June 14th 1996 in Los Angeles, California. At the age of ten Dawn, along with her mother and sister, moved to Sunnydale. After their mother unexpectedly died from a brain aneurysm the older sister took on full custody over Dawn. From what he could see, their father hadn't been in the picture for a long time; he hadn't even been to the funeral of his ex-wife.

That would make the girl 17 years old now. God, she wasn't even older than his own son. What had she and Isaac been involved in, that had caused so much damage on both themselves and their surroundings?

And he had thought that Stiles and Scott had a tendency to get in trouble.

With a deep frown he picked up the phone.

XxX

Meanwhile at the hospital a brown haired teenage girl slowly made her way out of the hospital. Disorientated and still feeling the effects of the drugs only tree things kept repeating themselves in her head:

She had to find a phone. She had to call for help ... She needed Buffy.

XxX

"Joyce Summers School for Gifted Girls, how may I help you?"

The atmosphere at the school had been significantly more sombre since the disappearance of Dawn. Everyone had been walking around on egg shells and only a few of the girls had seen Buffy since then.

There had even been rumours that the Queen Slayer had been promising something close to immunity to the vampire or demon who could find her sister alive.

And having phone duty had quickly become one of the most feared punishments at the school. Amanda, like the rest of the newly awakened slayers, knew that the possibility of the police calling to tell, that they had finally found Dawn's body was very real after this much time.

And nobody wanted to tell the eldest Slayer alive that her sister was dead.

The voice on the other end of the phone jarred her out of her thoughts.

"Sheriff Stilinski. I would like to talk to a Buffy Summers. I believe she works at the school?"

"Y-you've found Dawn?" Amanda couldn't help the tremor in her voice as she asked the frightening words.

Everywhere around her the girls stopped doing whatever they were doing to stare from her to the telephone pressed against her ear and back to her again.

Out of the corner of her eye Amanda saw one of the elder slayers turning and running at top speed down the hallway. Probably to find Willow.

"Yes, but I really need to talk to Miss Summers." He sounded sincerely apologetic.

Just then the slayer, with Willow in tow, came running in.

Willows eyes were full of hope as she took the phone from Amanda. Amanda in turn closed her eyes with relief, glad to be able to pass on this phone call to someone with more experience.

"Sheriff Stilinski? My name is Willow Rosenburg, I'm a close friend of Buffy and Dawn is like a sister to me. I know you can't tell me everything seeing as I'm not family, but could you please just tell me if she is still alive? Buffy isn't here right now so if you could just tell me where Dawn is, I'll send her your way ..." Her voice trailed off as she realized that she hadn't given the Sheriff an opportunity to answer any of her questions.

She heard a small laugh on the other end of the phone. That had to be a good thing, right?

"Miss Rosenburg, I can assure you that Miss Summers is in good hands. Due to her injuries the doctor saw it fit to have her sedated but she should wake up any time now."

"Oh." Willow slowly let the breath out that she had been holding and the relief could be seen visibly in her eyes.

"She is currently at the Beacon Hills Hospital. Do you have a way for me to contact Miss Summers?"