Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, any of the DC Comics titles or any of the Marvel titles either. I in no way shape or form make any profit off of this

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 ff dot net:

Allen Pitt: I really wanted Dawn to be a Slayer, it would have made sense. I don't like her all helpless and stuff. She does have other powers, she just doesn't want to mention them because they will put Bart and everybody around them in danger.

Mae: I must say that for some reason your review made me feel less like castrating this really annoying guy that I know. Thank you so much.

Chapter 8

Dawn put her books into her locker and grabbing several textbooks. She couldn't help but wish that she had stayed longer. She hadn't had a chance to speak to Bart about the whole kiss thing and had no idea where they stood. Unfortunately she'd had to leave right after dinner was finished because Mr. and Mrs. Bernstein had wanted to go out to dinner and had needed her to babysit Matthew.

She turned and stopped short. Bart was standing next to her. They didn't see each other very often at school, mostly because of how different their schedules.

He looked nervous, much more nervous than Dawn had ever seen the generally carefree boy before. Dawn bit her lip nervously.

"I-uh... hi," said Bart.

"Hi," said Dawn. She'd always been rather nervous about men that she thought of in a romantic sense. Bart had just been a friend before. Believing that he would never go out with anybody such as her, she hadn't really been all that nervous. Now that Bart had kissed her, Dawn was rather nervous.

"Uh... DoyouwanttogowithmeoutonFriday?"

It took Dawn a moment to figure out what Bart had said. Her eyes widened. Bart was asking her out! Ok, so they had kissed, but still, it wasn't the same thing as being asked out on a date. "I-Of course! I'd love to."

Bart visibly breathed a sigh of relief. "How about we go get some food and then go to a movie or something after tutoring."

"Alright," said Dawn shyly.

"I'll see you after school," said Bart.

Before dawn had a chance to reply, Bart kissed her soundly.

"I-uh...bye," said Dawn as Bart walked off to class.


Dawn sighed as she walked into the Bernstein's apartment. Tutoring her been rather interesting. In between studying, they had flirted shamelessly.

Wait-What was she going to wear? She had very little clothing, mostly because she had been in homes that apparently only bought her new clothing when she outgrew her old. For a moment Dawn wondered if she could afford a new outfit. Maybe if she went to a thrift store or the Salvation army...

That could actually work. Dawn dropped her bag in her room and then went to find Mrs. Bernstein. She would want to know where Dawn was.

She found Mrs. Bernstein in the kitchen. "Hi."

"Oh, hello dear," said Mrs. Bernstein. "How did tutoring go today?"

"Pretty well," said Dawn. "Do you need me to help make dinner or something?"

"No, we're having leftovers. Why do you ask?"

"I... uh, I wanted to go shopping. I think there's a Salvation Army nearby."

Mrs. Bernstein looked surprised. "Why do you want new clothing?"

Dawn bit her lip. "I have a date on Friday and I don't have anything nice enough to wear. I just wanted to get a skirt and a sweater. And maybe a pair of shoes."

"Who are you going out with?" Mrs. Bernstein looked a little concerned.

Dawn knew that concern was because apparently in this dimension she had gotten into several abusive relationships before her stint in Juvie. She had no doubt that Mrs. Brownson had warned Mrs. Bernstein about her tendency to date total slimeballs.

"Bart Allen, my math tutor," explained Dawn. "He asked me to go out with him after our tutoring session on Friday. Dinner and a movie."

"That boy who threatened that football player who was trying to feel you up?"

"Yep, that boy," said Dawn.

"Are you sure that you want to go out with him?"

"Yeah, I am," said Dawn, thinking for a moment about the Superhero she had a thing for.

While she herself was not a cape, most of her non-evil cousins were. It did sort of make sense that she would go out with one. Although how she ended up in the hometown of this cape... well now that she thought about it, Cordy probably planned it. After all somebody would need to be able to defend the Key if worse came to worse and who better than a cape who would be morally obligated to help her.

"He's the nicest guy who's ever asked me out," continued Dawn. "Heck, he's nicest guy who's ever kissed me."

Mrs. Bernstein gave her a surprised look. "You two kissed?"

"Yesterday," explained Dawn. "And today... so, can I go to the Salvation Army?"

"Ok," said Mrs. Bernstein. "But I want you back by dinner. And if Bart does anything to you..."

"If he does anything," said Dawn. "I'll kick him in the balls, break it off with him, and find a new math tutor."

She doubted that she would stand a chance against Bart. She was good enough at fighting to take out a human, and well, most types of demons, but super speed, that was something she couldn't really fight. He didn't seem like the abusive type, and if worse came to worse, she could always go and tell the other capes. They wouldn't stand for that type of behavior.


"Well Mr. Richards?"

"Once I build the machine, I need to calibrate it to the dimension you sister fell into. That, unfortunately, could take several months."


Author's note: It's been decided. Greta/COnnor won.