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Dawn Takes a Wrong Turn

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Summary: Dawn leaves out some of her portals gone awry when she reports back to her sister. These are her encounters.

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Multiple Crossings > Dawn-CenteredCathaignFR1331,849033,5373 Jul 102 Sep 10No

A World of Random Song

Title: Dawn Takes a Wrong Turn
Chapter: A World of Random Song
Fandoms:BtVS/Glee
Author: Cathaign
Disclaimer: I don't own either BtVS or Glee. They belong to Joss Whedon and Ryan Murphy, respectively.

Dawn decided she hated parallel worlds after this latest disaster. Somehow, during a routine sweep of the Ohio cemeteries, she managed to set off a portal. She didn't even mean to do it! She chased the vampire, slipped on a patch of mud (damn Lima), and cut her arm on a stray branch. Apparently, at just the right moment, she had thought of living in a world without vampires. Damned moon phases. The stupid cut had welled up, and started emitting green light.

Dawn's bad days really, really sucked.

After the light faded, she found herself sitting in a puddle in the same town, same spot really, but without the looming cemetery. She got up, thankful she had cash on her, and dusted herself off to the best of her ability.

As she plodded toward town, she began to fabricate a story.

She reached the hotel almost twenty minutes later. Tired, she dragged open the door and submitted herself to the harsh fluorescent lighting.

"Hey there, are you okay?" asked an elderly man at the front desk. He hobbled around it and moved closer to her.

"Ugh, I'm fine. I managed to slip and fall, so I'm dirty, and tired, and totally gross. On top of that, when I fell, I missed my bus back to Cleveland. Do you have a room open?" Dawn replied.

"We sure do," replied the man. "The name's Frank. I'll just set you up in room 20. You got any luggage that needs carrying?"

Dawn shook her head. "My luggage was already on the bus. I'm bag-less."

"Well," Frank said, running a hand over his mostly bald head, "we'll get you bunked for the night."

Dawn followed him as he hobbled out the door.

***

The next morning, Dawn woke from a restless night's sleep, and groaned as she rolled out of bed. Her clothes, which she'd washed in the sink the night before, had mostly dried. She popped out the hair dryer and finished blasting the denim with hot air. Once they were reasonably dry, she washed herself and began the arduous process of drying her hair. Having long hair was great for distracting baddies, but it was a total pain in the ass to take care of. Keeping it fluffy and voluminous took lots and lots of work.

Hair dried and belongings sorted, Dawn left the motel with a wave to Frank.

As she walked closer into town, she noticed something odd. Nothing was dilapidated. The town showed no signs of wear and tear. Everything looked shiny and new.

She passed the high school, just in time to see a bunch of large, buff teenagers throwing a smaller, far better dressed kid into the dumpster. She gravitated toward it as the (what she assumed were) jocks left. Then, she popped her head over the receptacle.

"Hey kid, you okay?"

The kid looked up at her. "Does it look like I'm okay?" he huffed, "This was a three hundred dollar sweater. Dry clean only!"

Dawn reached a hand down. "You want out?"

The kid grasped her hand. "Definitely."

"The name's Dawn. I got stuck here in town. I'm waiting on a bus back home. Who're you?"

The teenager straightened his sweater and his hair with a grimace. "I'm Kurt, resident fashion expert in this hell hole."

Dawn looked at the filth setting into his sweater. "I may not have a three hundred dollar sweater on me, but I do know how to get some pretty nasty stuff out. You want a hand with the clean up? It may be salvageable."

They managed to get the sweater cleaned completely, thanks to some really nifty tricks Dawn had learned.

In thanks, Kurt invited Dawn to their Glee practice.

"No one comes to the choir room but Glee, so you don't have to worry about getting in trouble or anything."

Dawn enjoyed listening to them warm up, and then she noticed something odd. They were all really, really talented. Like, super star talented. And they all seemed to just... follow the choreography without any practice. It was impromptu, but nearly perfect.

Dawn really wanted to get back home. At least the weird there didn't involve a minor trying to have eyesex with her across the room while he sat with his pregnant baby-mama/ ex-best friend's girlfriend.

Really, she wanted to go home.

Later, she went back to the field she'd arrived in, where she set up a proper portal, and thought of home.

After she arrived home, she thought, ' I will never take our weirdness for granted ever again.'

End.

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