I'm changing some things around. Let's just say that the Girl in Question ends rather…differently here than it did when it was aired.

Don't own Buffy or Angel. Don't sue me.

"You okay Dawn?" The Immortal asked, a smirk flickering across his lips, but never showing itself.

I nodded and took off the hoodie, throwing it next to him on the couch. "I'm fine. And I'm leaving now." I walked over to him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. "Don't ever touch me again and don't go near my sister. Or so help me God…" I threatened.

He merely laughed and shoved me halfway across the room. "You shouldn't pick fights you won't win."

I stood up, ignoring the pain searing my body and walked up to him. "And you shouldn't need to take advantage of teenage girls." I tilted my head to the side. "What? Buffy's not good enough?" I snorted. "Just wait until she finds out what you did to me."

He grabbed me roughly, throwing me back onto the sofa. "She's not going to know because you're not going to tell her."

"Like hell!" I spat, standing up. I was angry. Pissed. My blood was practically boiling underneath my skin.

He was a smug, cocky bastard. And he was not about to get away with this.

"Who do you think she's going to believe, Dawnie?" He asked, mocking my nickname. "Me? Or her klepto sister?"

I was on the verge of tears now. She would believe me…wouldn't she?

I stormed out of his apartment, running all the way down the stairs and out into the night. The tears started to flow from my eyes, full force. I leaned against a wall and slid down it, the sobs racking my body.

"Dawnie?" A voice said in the darkness.

"Dawnie? Wait, Nibblet!"

Spike and Angel stepped out of an alleyway and over to the teen. I looked up at them, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Spike!" I cried out, standing up and lunging at him. He caught me easily and held me close.

"Nibblet, what's wrong?" He asked, running a hand over my hair.

"He…he hurt me…" I sobbed, clinging to him desperately.

Spike pulled me away and set me on my feet beside him, shooting Angel a look. "Who did princess?"

"The Immortal…." Suddenly, I was scooped up into someone's arms. I buried my face into their neck, crying softly.

I felt us walk for a while, Angel and Spike were quietly arguing amongst themselves. I don't know if I fell asleep or if I just passed out but when I opened my eyes, I was lying on the couch in my apartment.

I could hear three voices in the kitchen; Buffy's, Spike's and Angel's. But where was Andrew?

"You're awake." A voice said.

I looked over and there he was. Like he knew I was looking for him.

"I was asleep before?" I asked, sitting up slowly.

Andrew nodded and walked over to me, sitting down on the coffee table beside the sofa. "Yeah. You were when Spike carried you in."

I merely nodded and sat up fully, wincing slightly. Bastard. I officially hated the Immortal. Truly hated. I wanted to kill him. The worst part was…I couldn't kill him. Not because of Buffy…but because he was what his name said he was; immortal.

"What are they talking about?" I whispered, leaning my head back and staring up at the ceiling.

"You. The Immortal. What happened…"

I looked at Andrew. "Do you believe me?" I asked, feeling my voice waiver. I looked away and tried to fight back the fear that no one would and I would be alone in fighting this.

Andrew got up and sat beside me, wrapping his arms around me in comfort. "I believe you Dawnie. And if Buffy doesn't, you're welcome to come and stay with me for as long as you want."

I forced myself to smile. "Thanks." I pulled away from Andrew, not really wanting to be touched.

Spike, Angel, and Buffy walked in from the kitchen. As soon as she saw me awake, Buffy rushed over and hugged me tightly.

"I am so sorry Dawnie!" She cried, hugging me tightly.

I hugged her back, forgetting the fact that I couldn't breathe, thankful that she wasn't upset. "It's okay Buffy. You couldn't have known…"

Buffy pulled away and looked at me. "I should have. I'm supposed to take care of you…and I failed…"

"No you didn't." I reassured, hugging her again. "You didn't fail…" I murmured, shutting my eyes tight.

-Later…-

There was a knock at my bedroom door and I sat up slowly in my bed. I wasn't asleep. I had the feeling I wouldn't know sleep for a very long time.

The door slowly creaked open and Andrew's head peeked in. "Dawnie? Dawn? You awake?"

A small, affirmative noise escaped my lips as I nodded. "Yeah." I patted the end of my bed.

Andrew walked in, closing the door behind him and sitting down where I had patted. He didn't say anything, just looked at me.

I held his gaze. Soon, the tears started to swim in my blue eyes and I looked away, almost ashamed to be crying in front of him. My shoulders started to shake from my sobs and before I knew it, I was weeping uncontrollably.

I felt the bed move as Andrew crawled over, pulling me into his arms.

He gently rocked me, pressing tiny kisses on the top of my head. "Shh, Dawnie. It's gonna be okay. I'm here now, he's not going to hurt you…."

Buffy, Spike and Angel found us like that an hour later. I was asleep and Andrew was still rocking me…never wanting to let me go.

Yeah, I changed a few of the things around. Oh well. Love me anyway and review! Sorry for the long wait on the update. My internet was acting funky. But thanks to Chris, who this chapter is dedicated to, and the updating of his fic, it was magically fixed. Don't ask how, it just was.