Amnesiac

Summary: Buffy/Smallville. Dawn gets in an accident and wakes up in Kansas, where some guy named Clark is telling her she has amnesia. Not yet a Dawn/Clark fic.

Rating: PG13 to be safe, might be more PG though.

Things you should know, Buffy: Set a few weeks after "Chosen". The gang makes their way to LA to restock on supplies before heading out to Cleveland, Ohio.

Things you should know, Smallville: Takes place after "Precipice", i.e. morning after.

A/N. Hi! Waves Okay, this is my first Buffy / Smallville fic for EITHER of them. So, you know, I decide to write a crossover. Typical. Please be nice. Please?

CHAPTER 1—Welcome to Smallville

Dawn tried to wipe away the angry tears that were running down her face while still trying to have control of the steering wheel.

She had been driving for what felt like years, but had probably been no more than a week. After leaving Santa Barbara, she had driven as far as she could, stopping only to get some food and a place to stay. What would Buffy say when she found out Dawn had stolen a car? 'Buffy . . .' Dawn thought angrily, causing more hot tears to pour down her face.

But she had to get away. From what? She asked her self again. From Xander and Andrew's avoidance. From Buffy's saddened looks. From Willow's smiling. From Faith and the surviving potentials celebrating. From Principal Wood and Giles plans to prevent another Apocalypse. It was suffocating her, crushing her. So one night, Dawn snuck out.

There were a lot of cars and people on the streets for midnight in Santa Barbara. 'But it always feels like that when you're planing to steal a car . . . ' Dawn had thought to herself, as she selected a blue Nissan as what she was now calling her 'Get-Away' vehicle. Dawn winced as the dagger she chose to pick the lock made a scratching sound against the car.

She shook her head, trying to clear it of any reason why this wasn't good, and counted her possessions. A dagger, a stake, a bottle of water, and Buffy's letter.

"Dearest Dawn . . ."

Dawn crumpled up the letter and jammed it in her pocket, leaned over and hot-wired the car. It started with a huge bang. Dawn gritted her teeth, and violently rolled out of the parking spot.

'Do I really want to do this?" Dawn asked herself. She paused before stepping on the gas pedal and zooming out of California.

Driving, she passed a sign.

"Welcome to Kansas". A familiar name flashed in Dawn's head.

"Metropolis!" Dawn whispered to herself. "Metropolis is nearby! I can go there!" Metropolis was highly populated. She would be over looked. 'Good.' She thought.

Dawn passed another sign.

"Welcome to Smallville—Meteor Capital of the world"

But the first thought that came into her head was, 'Jeez, that's a lot of corn for a little town!'
"Morning mom! Morning dad!" Clark said in a cheery voice, his and Lana's conversation ringing in his head from the night before.

"Well, look who's up bright and early," Martha said, putting out some dishes.

"Seven a.m. on a Saturday?" Clark said, taking a sip of his orange juice.

"What, not early enough for you?" Martha joked.

Clark grinned. "Nah, it's just . . . where's Dad?"

"There's some debris outside he wants help clearing out."

Clark frowned, and put down his breakfast. "It was pretty calm outside last night. How'd it get there?"

Martha shrugged. "I'm not sure, but—"

Suddenly there was a yell from outside, the screeching of brakes, and the sound of a car hitting the road upside down.

"Jonathan!" Martha yelled.

"Dad!" Clark said, super-speeding out the door.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion for Dawn. She didn't even see the stuff in the road or the guy who started to clear it off. Swerving to the side, she heard the guy yell. Dawn hit the debris at full speed and flipped in the air, not holding enough air to scream. The car slammed into the road, her head smashed into the steering wheel.
"Clark, there's someone in there!" Jonathan yelled, not fully recovered from nearly being hit by a car.

Clark sped over to the blue Altima and flipped it over. He saw the girl, crushed between the roof and the steering wheel.

'Oh god,' Thought Clark as he tore the door from the car to yank her out. He couldn't fully see her face because of the blood that was covering it. "Dad!" Clark yelled, picking up the girl and turning around. "We need to get her to a hospital. She's not breathing!"
"So you're saying you have no idea who she is?" Dr. Bryce tried to clarify.

Jonathon shook his head. "No idea. You know her, Clark?"

Clark shook his head, too. "She doesn't go to school with me. But the car was from California."

Helen nodded. "We might just have to wait until she wakes up. Although . . . "

Clark stood up taller. "What? What's wrong?"

Dr. Bryce looked at her clipboard. "There's severe head injury, for starters. Possible amnesia, if she does wake up, at the least. It's possible that she could be in a comatose state for a while. Plus some scars that she'll always have, but that's the least of her problems. Plus . . . " Helen turned a page. "There were a couple scars on her stomach. Old scars. Not from the crash. And this was in her jeans." The doctor held out a piece of paper. "Just thought you should know." Helen put her clipboard to her side and walked back into ICU.

"We have to help her!" Clark said.

Jonathon put his hand on Clark's shoulder. "We don't even know who she is. She could be a – a criminal for all we know. The car could be stolen."

Clark looked upset. "But you're right. We don't know her." Clark looked at the piece of paper, folded neatly despite the accident. Unfolding it, he began to read.

"Dearest Dawn, don't be angry with Xander. He only did what I told him to do. This isn't the place for either of you. Please know that I love you and that everything I do is for you. I promised once to show you this beautiful world, and I'm going to do everything I can to make that happen. Love Buffy."

This is the re-edited version. I went a little nuts with the formating...but the story's the same!