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Summary: Dawn Summers is dead. The Key's mortal body is finished, but after seeing the world in such a strange way, the Key just had to try again. The Key sends itself to another dimension, a parallel universe to where it had lived for the previous 86 years.

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Chapter Three

Picking the Lock

Author: Aliexia

Rating: FR-13

Disclaimer: I pinkie promise I don't own Buffy/Angel or Dr. Who/Torchwood!

Set: After Buffy, before Children of the Earth

Summary: Dawn Summers is dead. The Key's mortal body is finished, but after seeing the world, the universe, the multiverse, in such a different way, the Key just had to try again. Using its own version of the monk's spell the Key sends itself to another dimension, a parallel universe to the one it had been in for the last 86 years.

"Oh, honey I haven't seen you in forever!" A honey haired woman says as she squeezes the life out of the brunette in front of her.

"Yes Mom, I know, " the teenager mumbles.

"You're so tall!"

"You sound like Grandma."

"Darling, come see your daughter!" The blonde motions to a tall balding man in a polo.

Ellyn stared exasperatingly at the sky wishing to be released from the steel arms of her stout mother. Her wish wasn't granted by the grey cloudy sky, but it was granted by her dad, bless him, when he peeled her mother off and started gently pushing her towards the old, red Bentley. Her mom was talking the whole was to the car, into the car, and the drive home. It made the journey seem a lot longer than 20 minutes. It wasn't that Ellyn didn't love her mom, it was just so tiring to be around her. She was always yapping about this or that, usually a this or that that had to do with Ellyn and living up to her potential, but yet somehow staying at home. It made agreeing and arguing a very hard business.

Home looks different, Ellyn thought as she stared at her childhood romp house. The white washed siding looked less white and more brownish, the blue curtains looked less blue and more white, and the old brown sofa had been replaced with a black one. And the entire place looked smaller. It was perfect, but not quite. It didn't matter anyway, she'd get used to it in the year before Ellyn could legally get her own place. Speaking of getting things.

"Dad do you still have the old truck?" She asked.

"Yeah, why?" Her dad answered as he flipped through news channels.

"I'm getting my UK driving license today and I wanted to know if I'd have anything to drive once I had it." Ellyn answered with a smile.

Her dad looked up at her and started in fake surprise about how much she had grown. "I remember when you were this little, " He said motioning with his hand, "How in the world did you grow up so quick?"

(3rd person limited)

AN: The previous chapter and this one are written in completely different perspectives. Please tell me which one was you like the most, and whichever one wins gets the prize of me writing it in that perspective for the rest of the story!

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