Thank you Faerie Writer for the review. And yes this is crossed over with Charmed. I'm just really slow and often drag things out. :S Anyhow, thanks for the review again :D

Alrighty. Chapter three. Enjoy.

(P.S. Do I need a beta? Is my grammar bad? Tell me please.)

Chapter Three:

She's so pretty. And easy to talk to. We drove all through California towards Canada after leaving her hometown. We talked about things we never even touched on when we talked before. I think there're some things that need to be said in person. The phone may be a convenient means of communication, but it's not the same as looking at someone to see what he or she felt about what you said. For all I know, she could have been laughing as I told her about my life.

I would never think her to be someone like that, though. She's kind and…well, frankly…fragile. I held her as best I could while driving when she told me about her mother's death. And about the key. She told me she never told anyone about that before. I know it took a lot for her to share those things so I did what was right. I shared my deepest, darkest fears and stories. I told her about Quor'toth and my childhood. Cordy and what she did. How angry I was. How that was why I needed to leave.

I also told her what little I knew about Darla. There's something to discuss. Dawn told me all about my mother's life, death, life…to some extent, death yet again, life as a human once more, and what little she knew from some girl named Willow's conversations with Cordy about my mother's heroic sacrifice for me.

That was something my father seemed to leave out. My mother dying so I could live. I see her in such a new light now. I thought she was nothing more than a monster when I was born. My father even went as far as to tell me my mother tried to kill me after birth and that was why he had to stake her. I'm glad Dawn set me straight. It just shows me how much of a cruel bastard my father really is.

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Dawn sipped a coke as she wandered around the gas station parking lot. Her sugar brown hair fell in waves around her face as her blue eyes searched the open area and fell upon Connor. He stood next to their car pumping gas into the tank. A pair of black sunglasses rested on the top of his head and his red t-shirt hung loosely from his shoulders. His shaggy, brown hair was tucked behind his ears and from the look on his face Dawn could tell he was dying of heat.

Dawn was in a similar predicament. The coke wasn't helping much. She only succeeded in dirtying the straw with her dark maroon lipstick. Her loose, blue tank top clung to her skin, sticking to it by the buckets of sweat that poured from her. The black, leather mini skirt she wore defiantly didn't help. Neither did her knee high, matching boots.

"Dawn!" The girl turned around, back in the direction Connor was. He stood there motioning for her to come. He already went in and paid for the gas and while in there bought enough Popsicles and bottled water to feed an army…if armies lived off Popsicles and water, that is.

She smiled at Connor's obvious over heatedness. He smiled back as she slid into the passenger's side and grabbed a chocolate Popsicle. Ripping away the wrapper she hungrily stuffed her face. Connor looked at her and laughed. She couldn't help it, she laughed with him.

"Hungry?" Connor mocked, raising an eyebrow.

Dawn could only nod, stifling a giggle. After swallowing most of the offending substance, Dawn sighed at the feeling of the wind sweeping through her hair. "I love this," she moaned.

"What?" Connor asked curiously, chancing a glance at her.

"The wind in my hair, the past behind me. Life in general ever since you saved me." She said honestly.

"Me?" Connor asked. "Saved you? I defiantly think it was the other way around."

Dawn smiled, knowing better than to argue with Connor. "Thank you, all the same."

Connor didn't respond, but smiled. Dawn loved that smile. It had been two months since the pair took off. Glendale passed quickly, neither especially interested in the city. After that they continued through California, stopping to stay the night in a city or town ever now and then. Now they were close to arriving in San Francisco. That was their goal, to leave America all together. Canada seemed the better choice between Mexico.

"Should we stop somewhere for the night?" Dawn asked watching the sun set beyond the horizon.

Connor examined the map before replying. "We can probably get away with driving for a couple more hours. Redwood City's coming up soon, we can stop there for the night. When we wake up we can head for San Francisco."

Dawn nodded, unwrapping another Popsicle. "Next stop, town of freaky hicks."

Connor chuckled. "I'm sure it is. All the Texans must like Redwood City. How the hell did you get that?"

"Right," Dawn said. "I'm gonna take a nap, wake me when we get there?" Connor nodded and watched as Dawn closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

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Okay. I know it's been slow so far but San Francisco is upcoming. If the chapters are too short tell me because I don't have this story in chapters and I'm only breaking them down for the benefit of it not being one long chapter too hard to read. Bye all.

(By the by, I've been thinking about bringing in some other characters. Maybe mix the powers with the Elders. Bring in Doyle or Tara. Or Faith. I've always liked her but I don't know how to add her in. It's been so long since I wrote this that I'd just love to spice it up with a new character. Any suggestions on how to bring someone in?)