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, Connor/Greta
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: Thanks for the review. If I ever get around to writing the story, it'll probably be Dawn/Jason. I just love that pairing.
Mae: Thank you so much for the review. Although you did make me miss having a TV (damn I miss watching the Simpsons).
Chapter 11
Dawn limped over to her locker. It had been a tough weekend for her. She had barely managed to stop yet another apocalypse.
Several fractured ribs. A sprained ankle. She had taken care of her injuries herself. The last thing she needed was for Mrs. Bernstein to accuse Bart of something he didn't do. She'd heal soon enough. She had always healed about four or five times faster than a Slayer. Most of the injuries caused by magical weapons and magical creatures left scars. The scar from her suicide attempt when she was thirteen was the only one that did not come from a magical object of some sort.
An arm snaked around her waist.
"Ow " winced Dawn.
She looked up to see Jeff Manson, the most annoying football player ever, at least in her opinion. She hadn't seen him much in the past week, but apparently his conversation with the principle had only gone so far.
"Let me go, Jeff " said Dawn, trying to get out of his arms without injuring herself further.
"I don't think so, Dawn," he growled. "Allen isn't here to protect you. Even if he was, your not his girlfriend. As far as I'm concerned, that means you're up for grabs."
Dawn would have fought back more, but she knew that if she did, she could hurt her ribs more. The last thing she needed was for one of her ribs to break completely and puncture something. The best she could hope for was a clean shot at kicking him in the balls, which would hopefully hurt him enough for him to let go.
"Get your hands off my girlfriend "
Dawn breathed a sigh of relief as Jeff was pulled off of her. She watched mutely as Bart punched Jeff in the gut. Bart was either much stronger than he looked or Jeff was weaker than he looked. Then again, it could be a combination of the both. Although Dawn knew that Bart could have punched Jeff much harder.
In an instant Bart was by Dawn's side. "Are you ok, Dawnie-Marie?"
"I'm not any worse off than I was this morning," said Dawn. "Although if you hadn't come along I probably would have broken a couple of my ribs trying to get away from him."
"What do you-"
"Mr. Allen, Miss Summers, Mr. Manson, what on Earth happened?"
Oh, crud. Mr. Lorenson again.
Dawn sighed. "This place is getting far too familiar."
She was sitting next to Bart on the uncomfortable wooden bench. Jeff and his parents were just outside the main office, arguing.
"Yup," said Bart. "Don't worry about it. I'm the one who hit him. You won't get into any trouble at all. If he tries anything with you again-"
"I'll deal with it myself," interrupted Dawn. "If I wasn't injured from yesterday I would have kicked his ass."
"Injured from yesterday? " hissed Bart, trying not to be overheard.
"Really long story," said Dawn. "Had a vision, stopped the apocalypse, came home in one piece... mostly. Relatively normal day for me."
"Stopping an apocalypse is a normal day for you?"
"Pretty much," shrugged Dawn. "It was only a couple Ir'ta demons trying to bring their 'god' to this plane of existence. And by the way, it's only a sprained ankle and a couple cracked ribs. I just didn't want to chance breaking any of my ribs."
"Why didn't you call me?" asked Bart, sounding slightly hurt.
Dawn looked down. "It's my job, not your's. You stop Super Villains, I stop evil magic users and demons. And anyway, you were with your friends. I couldn't take you away from that. Oh, and of course I don't have the phone number for Titans Tower."
"Oh. As soon as we get out of here, I'll give you the number," said Bart, sounding much less dejected. "Um... if I can still go after we see the principle, wouldyougototheWinterFormalwithme?"
"I-of course!" said Dawn. "I'd love to." Dawn leaned over carefully and gave Bart a kiss. "Did you mean what you said?"
"What did I say?" asked Bart, clearly confused.
"You called me your girlfriend."
"I-uh.. well you see," Bart had a rather adorable deer in the headlights look. "I guess if you want to be-butifyoudon'tIcompletelyunderstand."
Dawn kissed Bart again. She felt him slip his arms around her waist. As Bart slipped his tongue into her mouth. He pulled away just before Jay and Joan Garrick walked into the room.
Dawn leaned against Bart. Sitting sideways, her head in the crook of his neck. Bart had one arm around her back and waist, the other entangled in her long hair.
"Do I want to know what happened?" asked Jay.
"Jeff was being his usual neanderthal self," said Dawn.
Bart looked down guiltily. "I punched him in the stomach after I pulled him off Dawn."
Jay just sighed. "Your foster father is a lawyer, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"I suggest you see about getting a restraining order against Mr. Manson."
That was when they noticed the principle standing in the doorway of his office. He had paled considerably.
"Miss Summers, all we need if for you to tell your side of the story. Since you weren't involved in the fight, there won't be any punishment." He motioned for them to come into the office. "Your foster mother is running late, she said to start without her."
Bart gently moved Dawn off his lap. They walked into Mr. Smith's office hand in hand. They grabbed the couch, Dawn sitting so close to Bart that she was nearly on his lap.
After a moment Jeff and his parents walked into Mr. Smith's office. They took the seats as far away from Dawn and Bart as possible. Dawn began to chew on her lip when Jeff glared at Bart. She really didn't like Jeff. He was a demented combination of Justin and RJ, two of her former boyfriends.