Title: Real Phunny

Author: Jmaria

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss Whedon and Piers Anthony own all.

Spoilers: On the safe side - up to Harpy Thyme and post season seven

Summary: Dawn was living the Mundane life, until the Key's powers opened her up to an entirely new world that was anything but mundane.

A/N: Okay, so I have the first twenty-five Xanth novels (from A Spell for Chameleon to Swell Foop) but I haven't read all of them - I've read Spell. . ., Centaur Aisle, NightMare, Dragon on a Pedestal, Vale of the Vole through Harpy. . . and Xone of Contention and The Dastard (I think I read Up in a Heavel, but I'm not a hundred percent sure on that). Xanth is Piers Anthony's fascinating world where puns are literal, there's interspecies breeding, and everyone gets a magic talent (unless you're Bink). It's a fun series to read, and you don't necessarily have to read it from Spell (The first one I read was Isle of View, which is book 13 in the series, then read Centaur Aisle which is book 4) Anyway, I was finishing up book 17 (Harpy) and I got bit by Edgar - who's been kinda eerily quiet lately. So here's my humble crossing of Xanth and the Buffy verse. Hope you like it.

Real Phunny

1. Mundania

Dawn Summers sighed heavily as she tried to think of a way to wait out the morning's blistering heat. She didn't want to watch television, all that was on were infomercials. She lacked the energy to flip on her laptop Willow and Xander had given her for her birthday, and she wasn't hungry. Buffy was out touring with Giles, the Immortal, and some of the junior slayers. Faith was out doing her normal thing, whatever that was. Xander and Willow were out of the country, and that left Andrew. Dawn shook her head. Nope, there was nothing to do but veg out on the couch.

She slumped back down and let out a sharp cry as something hard poked her in the back. She reached behind herself and stared at the offending literature that was jammed between two cushions. There were scantily clad women and people in medieval looking outfits. What the hell was this? And why was it shoved between the cushions? It wasn't all that odd to find books just lying around anywhere. She'd once found a Stephen King novel in the freezer because it scared Andrew. Dawn peered at the cover. One of them kinda looked like her - except she was in a funky looking outfit. She read the cover of the book.

"Piers Anthony. Never heard of him. A Xanth novel?" She muttered to herself. "In Keyes. Weird title." Dawn flipped the book over and read the summary.

In Mundania, there was a girl who was anything but Mundane. Through chance and meddling demons, she finds herself in Xanth, where nothing is mundane. With the help of her new friends, will the girl who has a thousand keys find the right one to and finally be In Keyes?

All this talk about keys was kinda making her nervous, but still Dawn was bored and she flipped the cover open. She winced in pain as a drop of blood fell from her fingertip from the painful paper cut. She immediately popped the finger in her mouth and stared at the blood stained page. She read the first line.

It began with a paper cut.

Clio blinked in surprise at the words she'd found herself putting down. Interesting. Apparently, not even the Muse of History knew everything. She half wondered if all was really mundane in Mundania. She smiled. Well, not everything.

Dawn blinked as she found herself deep in the middle of a very odd looking forest. She remembered green light flashing, and for some weird reason thinking that someone had Avada Kedavra'd her. Then she remembered that that only happened in Harry Potter books. She blinked. Book. Green light.

"It began with a paper cut." she said, smacking herself in the head.

"What did?" A girl's voice said from behind her.

"Where am I? Who are you? Please tell me it has nothing to do with a world without shrimp or the apocalypse?"

"You're in Xanth." The girl said slowly, as if Dawn had lost her mind.

"I'm where?"

"Xanth."

"Oh boy."