Okay. I just noticed there are no Buffy the Vampire crossovers for Arty-ness! I have to fix that. This is just spewed from my head. Beware: may contain seriousness. (A big WOW! For me.) Might be short.

DAWN IN IRELAND

Chapter 1

Sunnydale, CA, USA, NA

Dawn Summers glanced out the window, checking for customers. Buffy had decided to make Dawn work there as a punishment for her kelpto-ness (for all those who don't know hat it means, it means obsessed with stealing. Is it even a word?) Now, Dawn was as bored as ever, and under Anya's watchful eye, she couldn't steal anything at all. She definitely didn't want to risk having to deal with the ex-vengeance demon's wrath.

Instead, she just decided to walk around the Magic Box (the shop that sold magical resources and artifacts for the magic community.) She picked up a gold statue that was shaped like a fairy. Anya was instantly by her side, telling her to put it down, now, before she decided to lock her up in the training room. Dawn looked at her with innocent eyes, and Anya went back to the counter, sighing heavily.

Just then, Buffy emerged through the shop door, and was greeted with a cheerful "hi" from Anya. Buffy glanced around the room, and saw Dawn standing near a shelf.

"Dawnie, were trying to steal anything?" Buffy said with a hardened glare.

"No. How could I with Anya standing over me 24/7? Are we going home?" Dawn wanted to get out of there, before she was Anya's new thing to destruct, or make a minion under her power.

"She was trying to. But I stopped her just in time," Anya said, glaring at Dawn.

"Well, come on Dawnie, we're going home. Thanks, Anya!"

"Welcome!"

The two sisters walked out the door, and headed down the street. They entered a big white house where they lived with a few friends, and potential slayers. Dawn stomped up to her room, turning her back on Buffy.

She slammed the door, and collapsed on the chair. She was so tired, that she couldn't possibly do anything now. She closed her eyes and entered sweet slumber.

When she awoke, it was at least midnight, but that wasn't the first thing she noticed. What she did notice was a huge portal in the middle of her room.

I hope I didn't cause it, she thought. She was, after all, the Key. She could open portals with her blood. She glanced around, but saw no sign of any cuts or scratches, or blood anywhere. She felt a strange calling. Dawn realized it was the portal calling her. She decided that she would risk going through. Maybe there was something she could steal on the other side. She grabbed her bag of weapons and walked through.

New Haven, Underground Ireland.

Capt. Short walked into Foaly's lab, looking for Commander Root.

"Hey, do you know where Commander Root is? I need to find him."

"Obviously," the centaur said, "I've got no clue where he is. Don't tell me he's late?" He smiled in sweet bliss. It would be the first day in Julius would be late for work in his whole entire career.

Holly sighed, and walked out of the high-tech lab. She really needed to find him. She decided that she'd just go back to the headquarters, and wait for him there. She didn't expect what she found there. There was a mud girl with long brown hair, going through the drawers in her commander's desk. She didn't even realize when Holly came in.

Holly was shocked. She didn't think of this girl being a kleptomaniac, she looked too innocent. She looked nothing like Mulch at all. She had to stop her though.

"What are you doing?"

The girl rose quickly. She looked confused, and scared. "I-I wasn't d-doing anything, r-really."

"What's your name?" Holly said, feeling a little bit sorry for the girl. She was just like Juliet.

"D-dawn Summers. W-who are you?" she said in a trembling voice, attempting to sound bold and strong.

"Where do you come from?" Holly said, softening her glare.

"Y-you didn't answer my question."

"Where do you come from?" layering her voice with mesmerness (word? Phrase?)

"Sunnydale California. Where am I? If you could, please answer my questions."

"How did you get here?" She was surprised the mesmer didn't have more of an effect on the girl.

"A p-portal. Please answer my questions…"

"I can't, I'm not allowed to without permission." She put the gun down, and gave a little smile. Root would be furious with her, smiling at a prisoner, but it wasn't everyday that she caught a young mud girl snooping around Root's desk.

"What are you going to do to me?" Dawn said, nearly crying now.

"I don't know." Holly sighed, letting her sensitivity come through. "I don't know at all."