Okay. Thanks to those who reviewed. I know, I've been a bit slow at this, but yeah, it takes time to write. Plus, I've been busy. Anyway, I'm babbling now….

Now we have the Scoobies point of view. Yay.

Disclaim-y thing: I don't own it. Wish I did, but I don't.

Rating: PG, maybe? I dunno.

DAWN IN IRELAND

Chapter 3

"Where did she go?!"

        Willow walked up the stairs, calling Dawn down for dinner. Dawn hadn't come down all night, and Willow was a bit worried.

          "Dawnie?" Willow called, "Can I come in?" There was silence. Maybe she's sulking a gain. I know I would if I had to spend a whole day with Anya. Willow knocked at the door. "Dawnie, I'm going to come in, okay?" More silence. Willow began to worry. She opened the door, which was unlocked, and looked around. Dawn wasn't there. "Oh no…" she said to herself, not wanting to deal with a my-sister's-gone Buffy. Normally, Buffy got very mad when Dawn disappeared.

          Willow decided to try a locator spell. Now that she was calmed down a little bit, she thought Dawn probably only went to the High School or the Bronze. Yeah, that's it, she told herself, she hasn't ran away completely. Not like she went to another country or something like that. Willow smiled at the thought. It was completely impossible to get to another country in the time that Dawn had.

          Willow got all the materials for the spell, and sat down, with a map of Sunnydale. "Locatous." She said. (a/n: I don't speak Latin, so if that's incorrect, don't go all flame-y on me.) Normally it would show the person with a lighted dot, but there was no dot at all. She decided to get a map of the US and try it. She did the spell, but no results. She really didn't want to do one more spell, but she had too. She got a world map, and said the incantation. There was a dot now, and it wasn't near the US at all. It was in Ireland. "This is bad. Very bad," she murmured to herself. How could Dawn gotten to Ireland in 3 hours? Willow could only think of one explanation: a portal.

          Meanwhile, Dawn sat in a white room, staring at the ceiling. She had just noticed the ceilings were rather low. 6 feet, at the most. If she were a little taller, she would have to dunk to get around without having a huge bump for a head. They had sent her back to her room after she had told them she was the Key. She didn't recall choosing to tell them she was the Key. It was like she was hypnotized (a/n: do you all feel better now? Now, you know why! Mesmer-ness) and couldn't control what she was saying. Maybe it was a truth spell, she thought to herself. She hoped it wasn't, because then it would be forever before it wore off.

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A few offices away, Foaly sat staring at the monitor. The girl was so strange. She was like Artemis, yet different. And the Key? Foaly didn't even see how that was possible. The key was supposed to be an object, not a living mud-girl. He saw his door open, and Holly walked through it, looking extremely depressed.

"What's the matter?" Foaly asked seriously. Holly was amazed. He could actually be serious.

"Nothing." She walked over to the computers, and glanced at the video of the girl, Dawn. "Can you believe she's the Key? She probably thinks were going to spill her blood now."

"Why would we need to do that? We have portals already. Plus, even though some hate mud-people, I can tolerate some. She seems nice enough."

"She reminds me of Juliet. Does she do that to you?"

"She does seem that way, only a bit more bold than Juliet was. Look at her now."

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           Dawn paced the room, singing to herself. She was incredibly bored. She felt like someone was watching her, but she knew it was probably just a camera. They had some advanced technology here, who ever the short people were. She reached in her pocket, and took out a piece of parchment Giles had given her. She was supposed to translate it, so she thought she'd do it now. She was very bored. She sat on the hair the room had. It was a very bright green. Almost the shade of a lime.

Dawn read the ancient text. It was pretty easy to figure it out. It was a prophesy, about a boy who had power to defeat a whole entire race. It continued on to say he'd have a "weapon unlike any other." If Dawn got a nickel every time she heard about "a weapon with special powers," or anything else like that, she'd have made at least a hundred bucks by now. She went over to the bed, and laid down. She was tired, and didn't want to translate anymore.

Willow paced back and forth. Normally she was good in situations like this, but this was Dawn. Her best friends sister was in Ireland, half way across the world. She decided to call Buffy, but her cell phone was off. She must have been slaying. Willow decided not to call the rest of the Scoobies until she had Buffy's permission. She hoped Buffy would be home soon. She couldn't stand being the only one who knew Dawn was missing.

Buffy came back about 2 hours later. "You know," she said, "I really should get paid for slaying. I mean, it's a lot harder work than most people do. Where's Dawn?"

"Um…" Willow hesitated. How was she going to tell Buffy this?

"Will? You okay?"

"Buff, Dawn sort of…isn't here. I went up to check on her a few hours ago, and she wasn't there. And then I did a locating spell, and found out she isn't even in California." Willow paused. She couldn't continue any more. She was tired.

"Where is she then?" Buffy was worried. Dawn was missing. Why didn't Willow call her? Buffy stewed in her own anger and worries.

"Ireland."

Buffy looked at Willow with raised eyebrows. "You're kidding, right? I mean there's no way Dawn could have gotten to Ireland unless a portal…" Buffy stared at Willow, waiting for her friend to say "Happy April Fools," or something that would declare this as a big joke. "You're serious, aren't you?"

Willow nodded.

"Oh. Well, we have to get her! I mean, can't you open a portal, or something?"

Willow shook her head. "I could, but I'd probably end up in the hospital. Doing a locater spell across the whole entire world takes a lot out of a person." Willow wished she had the strength to open one.

"I'm gonna call all of the guys. Tell them to meet at the Magic Box. We'll work it out some way." Buffy tried to smile, but found she couldn't. Her sister was in Ireland. All she could think is, 'How?'