Spoilers: Season 7 Buffy, up to (And maybe including, haven't decided yet) Infinite Crisis in DC, and mid-to late ninties issues of various X-Men, X-Force, that sort of thing. I'm sorry, but current Marvel really sucks.
Rating: T/pg-13 (for the moment)
Pairings: Dawn/Bart Allen (Kid Flash), mentions of Robin/Batgirl, Wondegirl/Superboy, maybe Connor(Angel's son)/Greta or Connor/Cissie
Summary: During the fight against the First, Dawn falls through a potal which sends her to an alternate dimension. Unable to return home, Dawn makes a new life for herself, only there's a couple problems: her new boyfriend is anything but normal, and how exactly is she related to the Summers family anyway?
To my reviewers at Thank you for the review. About the whole grammar thing, I probably should have looked over the chapter again, but other than that, I'm happy with how it turned out.
katie: Thank you so much for the review.
bob-the-blue: Thank you so much review.
Allen Pitt: Thanks for the review. The Scoobies think that she died when Sunnydale collapsed.
The Key's connection to the Speed Force... well you'll just have to wait and see.
To my reviewers at TTH:
RachelK: Spike did his will with Wolfram and Hart, the only law firm that would accomidate a vampire. It's an inter-dimentional law firm, therefore it stands to reason that they would be capable of transfering assets from one dimension to another.
Vld: Thanks for the review. Yeah, Greta was Secret, but now she's back to being a human in the comic books. As for the other stuff mentioned, well maybe.
Chapter 1
Dawn blinked. What on earth? She was in a car of some sort. Next to her was a woman in her mid-thirties. It took her a moment to realize that she was speaking.
"...the Bernsteins are a very nice family, you're very lucky that we were able to place you with them," said the woman. "They have a toddler. Just remember the conditions of your parole. If I or your parole officer finds out about any more incidents... You will be lucky if you get put in a juvenile facility this time..."
Dawn stared at her-social worker?- whatever, was talking about her having committed some sort of crime. Great. Just what she needed, a police record. What had she done to deserve this? Did the Powers That Be have something against her? First chance she got, she had to find out about what her past in this dimension was supposed to be.
They pulled up in front of an apartment building. Dawn got out of the car, grabbing both of the duffle bags in the back of the car. She had already decided that she didn't like her social worker.
They walked into the building and up two flights of stairs. The social worker knocked on the door of the 3R. A blonde woman in a dress answered the door.
"Hello Mrs. Brownson," said the woman. "It's good to see you again. Is this Dawn?"
Mrs. Berstein was nice enough, Dawn supposed. She was the quintessential house wife. She hadn't met Mr. Bernstein yet, but apparently he was a lawyer or something. Their son, Matthew, was absolutely adorable.
Dawn was rather desperate to find out her history in this dimension, and for that matter to find out what exactly she had done to deserve a parole officer.
She was to begin High School at North Keystone two days. She had every intention of going to the library the next day to hack into her records. She had to find out what was going on. And for that matter, she had to find out about history of this world.
Dawn stirred the sauce. She was helping Mrs. Bernstein cook dinner.
One of the good-well not really good, more like useful- things that came with fake memories created by monks who had been in seclusion for a millennia. She knew everything that they had believed a good wife should know: how to cook, bake, clean, sew, knit, crochet, spin, and weave.
Bart Allen was bored. He would have been at Titans Tower, but since he had a rather large paper due on Monday, Jay had insisted that he not go that weekend. He had already completed the paper, at super speed. He had decided to go to the library and see if they had any books that he had not read.
Admittedly it was not the most exciting idea ever, but Jay had expressly forbidden crime fighting until the paper was handed in. Something about how he wouldn't be able to concentrate.
There were few people in the library. Some old guy reading Shakespear, the librarian, and a brunette at one of the computers.
He wandered off to find books to read.
Dawn printed out all the records she could. With a sigh she stuffed them into her backpack. Apparently she had been abandoned in a police station with a note saying that her name was Dawn-Marie Katherine Summers when she was about three years old. They were never able to find any signs of her parents. The Bernsteins were the 18th foster family she'd been with since then.
It was amazing what one could learn if they knew how to hack into secure databases. Compared to some of the things Dawn had hacked into for the Scoobies before, this was child's play.
She couldn't help but sigh at the name. She hated the name Dawn-Marie. That was why she went by Dawn most of the time. As far as anybody outside of the Summers family back home knew, Marie was her middle name.
Bart looked up from the book he was reading at the sound of somebody cursing. It was the pretty girl at the computer. She looked rather distressed.
It took him a moment-one ten-millionth of a second actually-to realize that some of the words she was using were ones that S'Lobo had used. The only problem was that Bart knew that those words did not come from Earth.
Before he could begin to question who or what the girl was, she got up from her seat at the computer and left the library in a huff.
Assault with a deadly weapon! Ohhhhh! When she got her hands on Cordy, she was so dead.
Letting loose a rather impressive string of curses, Dawn closed the window and stormed away from the computer.