Title: Another Lost

Author: BabeinBlue

Rating: PG

Summary: Twelve-year-old Dawn Summers receives a visit from Peter Pan, who takes her to Neverland, where an ongoing war with the evil Captain Hook is taking place.

Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Peter Pan belongs to their faithful owners. This plot belongs to Elisabeth.

Distribution: If anybody wants this, just ask.

Feedback: It's greatly appreciated and I'd love to know what you think of my story.

A/N: This is a response to Elisabeth's challenge at Chocolate Covered Strawberries.

Chapter Two

Dawn Summers was bursting with nervousness and other unknown emotions. It was Monday morning and she was sitting down on an uncomfortable chair, with her legs crossed, waiting for her school's principal to talk, shout, lecture, or do something instead of staring at her with his beady eyes.

"Miss Dawn Claudia Summers, it's a pleasure meeting you in my office," Mr. Hazelbacker greeted, "obviously, the last twelve times weren't enough. Now what's the reason for this friendly talk?"

Dawn hated when adults made her answer questions, when they already knew the answer.

"I'm sure Mrs. Carsley, my homeroom teacher, already told you the reason about me being in your office," Dawn commented, while Mr. Hazelbacker glared at her with annoyance.

"Or maybe not," Dawn offered, hoping that the principal wouldn't call her mom.

"Yes, Mrs. Carsley did tell me the reason for you being here. I hear that you were arguing with your teacher about a green boy that can fly? Jane, I mean Mrs. Carsley, tells me that he was in your room, at night, flying around. Now, I'm sure this didn't really happen. It was just a special dream that you've confused with reality," The principal informed her.

Stupid principals who think they know everything, Dawn bitterly thought.

"I'm sure you would not like it if I informed your parents about this, would you? I'm sure you won't. If you can promise that you would not speak to anyone, about this nonsense, then I'm sure nobody else, especially your parents, would have to know about this little incident," Mr. Hazelbacker said in a sickly sweet voice, that made Dawn just want to puke.

"It's parent, not parents. I live with my mom and my sister," Dawn spoke.

"Ah yes, I was informed about that. How's that working out for you?"

Great, now he's acting like he's my psychiatrist. Dawn smiled; hoping that it didn't look forced, and answered, "It's working out excellent."

"That's good to hear. Now, get to class," Mr. Hazelbacker dismissed her with a wave of his hand and Dawn left with a small frown on her face.

The whole day went mostly unnoticed for Dawn Summers. Her thoughts couldn't concentrate on anything except for the mysterious boy, dressed in green. It couldn't be real, she wasn't dumb. Things like that didn't happen in real life. Maybe it was a dream.

When Dawn arrived at her house, she noticed that her mother was sitting on the living room couch, looking stern.

Before Dawn could ask what was wrong, Joyce told Dawn that she got a call from her principal, Mr. Hazelbacker.

Stupid, lying principals that tells his students stupid stuff about not calling their parents, when he's going to do it anyway. Mom's going to think I'm crazy. Buffy will probably make fun of me for the rest of the month. Oh my God, what if I have to get a psychiatrist? No, Mom probably doesn't have enough-

Dawn's babbling thoughts were interruped by Joyce asking her aquestion. It was then that Dawn noticed that her mom was lecturing her the same time she was thinking. Dawn didn't hear a single word.

"Huh? Um, of course I understand," Dawn answered.

"I'm sorry Dawn. This has been the third time your principal has called me this month. You're grounded for a week, starting from today," Joyce told Dawn, with a little shake of her head.

Dawn hoped that it meant that she was sorry, instead of meaning that she thought that her youngest daughter was going crazy.

Dawn walked into her room, slamming her bedroom's door closed. She took a pillow from her bed, put it on her face, and screamed with fury.

After a few hours of doing absolutely nothing, Dawn found out that it was 7:30 P.M. She didn't feel like eating. She was sure that her mom wouldn't mind.

Dawn got off her bed and went downstairs, to the kitchen. Joyce was there, eating dinner with Buffy.

"Honey, do you want something to eat?" Joyce asked.

Dawn shook her head as an indication that she didn't want to eat.

"I got a call from the art gallery a few minutes ago, saying there was an emergency. I'm going to have to leave for a few hours. I called Mrs. Winston and she'd be glad to baby-sit, Dawn," Joyce informed.

"What? I think I'm old enough to be staying home alone, Mom," Dawn told Joyce. She wasn't even going to question about Buffy. She probably needed to go somewhere. I bet she's going to go out to make out with her funny named boyfriend. Gross.

At the disbelieving look Joyce gave Dawn, she rolled her eyes and whispered, "Whatever."

Dawn could hear Buffy snickering when she left to go back to her room. Stupid Buffy.

She heard Buffy leaving and Mrs. Winston arriving and her mom leaving, telling Mrs. Winston that Dawn was grounded and was upstairs in her room.

I wish I could be somewhere else where there's nobody that can tell me what to do. She glanced at her clock. It was 8:15. There was silence except for the ticking of the clock.

Soon, the rhythmic tick-tocking of the clock put Dawn to sleep.

A shadow of a young boy danced freely in Dawn's room. It mocked the figure at the window. The figure glared at his shadow, opened the window, and came in. He tried to catch his shadow, but no matter what he did, the shadow escaped out of his grasp.

The boy sat down, Indian style, and his face crunched up into a frown and there was wetness on his eyes.

Dawn stirred in her sleep and soon woke up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. What she saw made her gasp loudly. The boy saw Dawn awake and flew up towards the ceiling.

"You're real, and you can fly. I knew I wasn't crazy!" Dawn's happiness of being right disappeared as soon as she realized that there was a strange boy flying in her room. She looked around for a baseball bat for self defense and she realized that she never played baseball and would never have a baseball bat in her room.

Darn.

The boy and Dawn stared at each other for the longest time, their eyes never blinking. It was then that Dawn knew there was nothing to be afraid of.

TBC

A/N: I had this whole chapter planned out, you see. I even wrote a whole dialogue between Peter Pan and Dawn, and this chapter turned out not what I expected it to be, so I erased it. Yes, I do realize that Tinkerbell wasn't in this chapter, but she will be in the next. I'm hoping to have the next chapter in really soon, but I can never be too sure.

Special thanks to Chicklepea, ztacel, darknesssoonfollows, ConnorsDawnSummers, Tara Summers, and monkey for the reviews.