A/N: Thank you guys sooo much for your reviews! A few thank-yous:

A fanfic critic: Thanks for putting me on your 'Author Alert' list!

Psychotic chaos: Please don't die! I don't wanna be sued for killing you with laughter…Or with visions of Gunn in a tutu! Gunn's not going to be the fairy godmother or godfather, sorry…But expect Gunn in leotards!

Radzo: Yeah yeah…I know you know where I go to school… You're sitting beside me while I write this, for crying out loud!

Euley: Thank you!

Cayt: Well, I wasn't really considering it but I think it'll do okay…Thanks for the idea!

Imzadi: Sorry, but Lilah isn't the stepmommy… And Gunn isn't the prince, king, or fairy! And actually, I don't think kings need lawyers…nods solemnly

Just Another Angel: Wow…Thank you so much! And I will try my best to take all the advice given to me by great people like you!
Charmed-Angel4: What wouldn't anyone pay to see Faith in a dress and Wes in puffy pants? Still, maybe I can come up with a picture of that and maybe I'll show you guys sometime…

Moonjava: Thank you!

Now to find out who Gunn really is….

Chapter 3

Gunn

Gunn picked himself up from the floor, turning around in the room he was in, hoping to find some kind of escape route. As he moved, there was a strange sound, like bell jingling, coming from above him. Cautiously, he reached up and pulled a hat off. He stared at it. "You have got to be kidding me."

The hat was a bright orange and purple, pointed at the ends with bells on it. It looked like a typical jester's hat. Gunn risked looking down at himself. He swore loudly.

Gunn, the tough street-guy who had managed fine on his own battling vampires after his sister had died, was wearing a hideous…thing…that resembled a bodysuit, and it was the same colour as the hat: Purple and orange. On his feet were shoes that curled up at the ends, also topped with bells. The right one was purple, the left, orange.

Gunn swore again. "I'm a jester! Where the hell am I?"

He whirled around again, his eyes landing on a window this time. He ran over to it and peered out. All he saw was a bridge over a moat, with people on horses wearing armor riding to the fields that lay on the other side. "The middle ages!"

He turned away and tried to remember what happened before he found out that he appeared to be some sort of courts jester.

Acid-spitting gnomes….Wesley…spell…Shit. Wesley's spell! That damn spell misfired and brought us here!

Gunn kicked the wall in annoyance mixed with anger. Mild anger, that is. He scanned the room again, hoping that there was something he missed. True enough, in one rounded corner, there was a brown wooden door.

Trying his luck, Gunn went over and pulled on the handle. Nothing. Frowning, he gritted his teeth and tried again, pushing the door this time. The door creaked, but didn't budge. Much. Still, Gunn knew that the door could move, and that sooner or later, if he tried long enough, it would definitely open. He tried again, and again, and again, and, well, you get the gist.

The door burst open, sending Gunn stumbling out, surprised. Then, satisfaction appeared on his face, and he made his way down the winding corridors, bells jingling.


The Girls

Faith frowned as she entered the marketplace, then looked down at the piece of paper in her hand. "So, what, am I supposed to like buy this stuff or something?" she muttered, glancing around.

"Faith! Faith Melinda Foster!" Faith turned at the high-pitched, nasally voice that seemed to call her name, although she didn't exactly recall her name being 'Faith Melinda Foster'. She raised an eyebrow, spotting a round woman hurrying over to her, two tall girls on either side.

Faith squinted. "Fred? And Cordelia? What the heck are they doing here?"

Fred and Cordelia waved as they reached, just behind the weird woman who gave her a totally weird name.

"Faith! There you are! I have been looking for you all over the marketplace. Where have you been!" she screeched, earning the group stares from strangers.

Faith arched another eyebrow. "Excuse me? Okay, first of all, I have no idea-"

She was interrupted by Cordelia, ever the mediator. "Mom, could you excuse us for a moment? Uh, please? We kinda need to talk to Faith."

The woman – Mom? Faith wondered – gave them a puzzled look before nodding reluctantly. "I'll be in the hats shop," she said, pointing as she gave them all one more confused look and left them.

Once the woman had left, Faith turned to Cordy and Fred, placing her hands on her hips.

"Okay, what the hell is going on here? Where the hell am I and why the hell am I in a dress?" she asked, spitting the word dress out.

"We appear to be in some sort of fairy tale thingie, seeing as how the people here are dressed weirdly, and so are you, but actually you look pretty good in a dress," Cordelia started.

"Um, Cordy? Maybe you should get to the point," Fred prompted.

"Right," came the reply, and she started again. "So we think that it might have something to do with the spell Wes cast, you remember the tornado?"

"Toto, I doubt we're in Kansas anymore," Faith said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Cordelia gave the rogue Slayer an annoyed look. "Haha, Faith. Anyway, we think that that tornado might have something to do with why we're here. Fred and I are sisters, that woman over there is out mom and you're our stepsister. Get what I mean?"

Faith's brown eyes widened, and she swallowed, praying hard that what she thought was wrong. "You mean…I'm…Cinderella!"

Cordelia grinned. "Yep. And me and Fred are your wicked stepsisters."

"Only, we're not going to be so wicked because, well, you're the Slayer and we don't want t upset you or anything," Fred added hurriedly.

"Excuse me? Of course we want to. I mean, how often do you get a kick-ass, leather-pants-wearing rogue slayer wearing a dress and being a girl who spends her days scrubbing the floor and slaving away?" Cordelia replied with an evil grin.

Faith narrowed her eyes. "Boss me around, and when we get back to civilization, you're dead."

Cordelia stuck her tongue out immaturely. "Think of it this way: We need to act the part, right?"

Just then, there was the sound of a trumpet blaring, like the way they do before an important announcement is read in movies like Cinderella or Ella Enchanted and such. Everyone turned to face the messenger, dressed in royal garbs.

"Here ye, here ye. An announcement from the King William and Queen Matilda. The princes Wesley and Angel will be having a ball fourteen nights from now, in the hopes of choosing a bride."

At this, the three girls looked at each other, their eyes practically popping out of their heads. All three at the same thought.

"Princes Wesley and Angel?"


A/N:
Well, here you go, Gunn's identity! Bet none of you were expecting this, huh? So anyway, to my dear reviewers and readers, your reviews motivate me to write, thus the quickness of this chapter. Did I make sense? Anyway, review and ye shall receive…another chapter!