From: daviderl31@yahoo.com   
      
           I know this is not a fan fiction story forum, but since there are so   
   few people posting, or even visiting, I decided to put something here, even   
   if it isn't what this newsgroup is for.   
           More than likely a one time thing. A little over 5000 words.   
      
      
                               "They'll Take You Away!"   
      
           In the S5 Episode "Tough Love" Buffy tells Dawn if she won't go to   
   school she (Buffy) will be found unfit as her guardian and they'll take her   
   away.   
           In the S6 episode "Gone" Buffy is turned invisible by The Trio's   
   invisibility ray. She goes to Social Services and makes the social worker   
   think she's going crazy, and replaces Dawn's files with pages that only say   
   "All work and no play make Doris a dull girl".   
      
      
               Buffy's Kitchen   
               Monday Morning   
               10:45 a.m.   
      
   The phone rang and Willow answered it.   
      
   "Hello. Yes she it. Just a minute."   
      
   Willow put her hand over the mouth piece and said, "Buffy it's for you. Some   
   woman."   
      
   Buffy took the phone.   
      
   "Hello. This is Buffy …. Oh, hello …. What? What did you say? …. And you   
   LET   
   them? …. How could you let them do that? …. Where did they take her?  ….   
   Oh,   
   you can bet your sweet ass I will!"   
      
   Buffy slammed the phone down so hard, she broke it.   
      
   "Buffy? What?"   
      
   "They took Dawn. They went to the school and took her right out of class.   
   They took her away!"   
      
   "Who? Who took her? And where?"   
      
   "Some social workers. They took her downtown."   
      
   "But how could they do that?"   
      
   "That was Dawn's principal on the phone. She said they had a court order to   
   take custody of her."   
      
   "But I thought that was all taken care of when you were all invisible and   
   made it look like the social worker lady was crazy."   
      
   "I thought it was too, but apparently somebody reopened the case."   
      
   "What are you going to do?"   
      
   "I'm going down to the Social Services office and find out just what the   
   hell's going on. And if I have to, I'll drag Dawn out of there, and DARE   
   anybody to stop me!"   
      
   "Uh, Buffy? Before you go – you might want to cool down some. I think the   
   last thing you want to do is piss off a bunch of red-tape civil servants.   
   Sometimes they DO have the law on their side."   
      
   "I've got to get dressed. I'll let you know what happened when I, when WE,   
   get back."   
      
   "Just – don't hurt anybody. 'kay?"   
      
      
               The Department of Social Services   
               Monday Morning   
               11:45 a.m.   
      
   Buffy left the elevator on the third floor and walked up to the   
   receptionist.   
      
   "My name is Buffy Summers. I need to talk to somebody about my sister being   
   kidnapped from school and brought here."   
      
   "And what is your sister's name?"   
      
   "Dawn Summers."   
      
   "One moment, please."   
      
   The woman typed in Dawn's name, looked at her monitor, then said, "You'll   
   need to speak to Mrs. Kendall. However, she is on the telephone right now.   
   If you'll take a seat, I'll tell her you're here as soon as she's free."   
      
   Buffy sat down on an uncomfortable sofa and looked at the clock; it was   
   11:50.   
      
   *   
      
   Buffy lost patience and went back to the receptionist.   
      
   "I've been waiting and waiting, and now I'm tired of it."   
      
   Buffy then headed directly for the door with "Martha Kendall" stenciled on   
   it.   
      
   "You can't go in there! Security!"   
      
   A beefy uniformed guard stepped in Buffy path, but with one punch with the   
   palm of her hand to his chest, she drove the guard backward through the door   
   and halfway into the office. Mrs. Kendall ran to the farthest corner of her   
   office, trembling with fear. Buffy walked over to her, grabbed her by the   
   throat and said through her teeth, "You people took my sister. You've got   
   five minutes to get her here or somebody's getting seriously hurt. You   
   understand me?"   
      
   Mrs. Kendall choked out a yes and Buffy dragged her to the desk and handed   
   her the phone. In less than five minutes Dawn was there.   
      
   "If anyone goes near my sister again, I will come back here and tear this   
   office into little bitty pieces, and you with it. Are we clear?"   
      
   "P-p-perfectly clear, Miss Summers."   
      
   *   
      
   "Miss Summers!"   
      
   "Huh? What?" Buffy said, coming out of her daydream.   
      
   "I said Mrs. Kendall will see you now."   
      
   Buffy looked at the clock. She has been waiting five minutes. She walked   
   into the office, closed the door behind her, and walked to the front of the   
   desk, ignoring the chairs.   
      
   "Where's Dawn? Where's my sister? How can you just take her away like that?"   
      
   "Miss Summers, please, sit down. I understand you're angry, but you need to   
   understand our position."   
      
   Buffy glared at the woman for a few seconds, then sat down in the chair.   
      
   "I want to know why Dawn was taken out of school and dragged off like some   
   low-life criminal. You couldn't have come to our house, and – discussed   
   this?"   
      
   "It's been our experience that taking a child into custody at the parents'   
   home often results in violent confrontations and the police become   
   involved."   
      
   "You still haven't said why you took her. And where is she, by-the-way? I   
   want to see her!"   
      
   "You will, in time. But as for the reasons why she was put into protective   
   custody – well, they are numerous. And I'll go into each of them in detail.   
   But for the moment, I think it's best if your contact with Dawn is put on   
   the back burner."   
      
   Knowing her anger would only make things worse, Buffy held her tongue.   
      
   Mrs. Kendall continued. "Miss Summers, I know you think Dawn is being   
   punished. But it isn't anything Dawn has done. It is you and your   
   lifestyle."   
      
   "My lifestyle? What are you talking about?"   
      
   "When I took over Mrs. Kroger's cases, some of them were cut and dried. But   
   others, like this one, had a decidedly unhealthy aspect to them. And   
   although the files concerning this case were obviously sabotaged, her field   
   notes showed a disturbing trend regarding you and your way of life."   
      
   "I don't understand."   
      
   "After several weeks of investigation, it has come to our attention that you   
   spend almost every night not at home, but rather, walking the streets of   
   Sunnydale. And many times you do not return home until sunup or later. And   
   you are more often than not accompanied by a mysterious individual whose   
   only identification seems to be that of 'Spike.' So you see, your nighttime   
   activities, and this enigmatic man you spend your nights with, leads us to   
   one of two conclusions. Either you are involved with drugs – buying,   
   selling, or both, and this Spike is your protection…."   
      
   "Drugs!" Buffy exclaimed. "I don't even take aspirin!"   
      
      
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