Dawn's Magical Mishaps

Fashion Sense

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, but I do own Sophie :)

"I know, Giles" Dawn sighed into the phone. Connor sat nearby flipping through a spellbook, having jumped into research mode as soon as he had arrived home and learned of the situation. "This is the stupidest, most irresponsible thing I have ever done. Yes, I know I was an idiot to mess around with time. So you'll research the databases and see if you can find anything? Great, bye." Dawn groaned, slapping her forehead. Connor looked up fom his book.

"I take it Giles is pretty pissed off with you."

"Uh-huh. And now he's extra pissed because Andrew won't shut up about Dr. Who." She flopped down on the couch beside Connor, once again slapping her forehead. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"Come on, it's not that bad" said Connor, giving his girlfriend a peck on the cheek and gently stroking her hair. "We always find a way to fix these things eventually."

"I know" Dawn sighed. "But that doesn't stop me from feeling like the world's biggest idiot." After a few minutes, she sighed again, taking the book from Connor's lap and handing him the phone. "Let's switch. I'll keep researching while you call your dad and see if he knows about anything that could help."

"Got it" said Connor, beginning to dial the number for the Hyperion, which Angel and the two remaining Fang Gang members had moved back into after leaving Wolfram & Heart. "You know, it's too bad Illyria lost all her powers. Some of them would have come in really handy now."

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Faith had spent the past few hours wandering aimlessly around the streets of Los Angeles, searching for any sign of Buffy and the others without success. She could have sworn she'd seen a guy who looked kind of like Angel in some dark alley chasing a rat, and had followed him to see if he could help. This action turned out to be completely pointless, as Faith soon discovered that the Angel of this time was a useless bum who had not yet begun his quest for redemption. So, she had continued wandering aimlessly, with no idea what to do next. Looking up from her shoes which she had been staring at for the past half hour, Faith found herself standing out the front of a high school.

"Hemery Highschool" Faith read, frowning. "Sounds kind of familiar.." At that moment, the school bell rang, and a few minutes later students came flooding out the gates. Faith gasped as she recognised a very familiar blonde amongst a gaggle of teenage girls, suddenly remembering why the name 'Hemery' had sounded so familiar to her. The Dark Slayer toyed with whether she should stay or run. Would it change the future if Buffy were to see her now? Faith didn't really see how it could, seeing as this Buffy would have absolutely no idea who she was. She probably didn't know anything about slayers yet either, although on that count Faith couldn't really be sure. As she struggled with what to do, she failed to notice that Buffy and her group of 'friends' were already walking towards her. When she did it was too late, and running was no longer an option. The teenagers seemed to be having a laugh at Faith's expense as they passed by. She could have sworn she heard one of them say something about her clothes. Faith's breath hitched when Buffy rolled her eyes, breaking away from her friends and heading back towards her.

"Don't let them bother you" she said, giving a small smile. "They're just jealous 'cause they can't pull off the tough girl look as well as you." The newly fifteen, not-quite-the-slayer-yet Buffy turned and headed back to her 'friends', all of whom seemed a little grumpy with her. Faith waved after her future girlfriend, a smile spreading over her face as she once again shifted through time.

AN: Aww! The next chapter is one of my favourites, so stay tuned. It involves Sophie meeting four-year old Tara.

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