AN- Hi! Did the Potentials annoy anyone else in Season 7? For some reason it just really bugged me when Buffy kept going on about how they were "Chosen." Anyway, please enjoy this fic and please review! I love to hear what you guys think!

Disclaimer- I don't own Buffy or anything to do with it. I wish I owned Spike but something tells me Buffy would be quite reluctant to give him up.

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Seventeen year old Dawn Summers tightened her grip on the wooden stake she always carried. Dropping into a stealthy crouch, she glanced around at her surroundings. The dark cemetery was even creepier than usual and the marble headstones shone in the moonlight.

Her eye suddenly caught the target. A young blonde woman surrounded by vampires. She was fighting them off but she was outnumbered and tiring quickly.

Letting out a deep breath, Dawn started to run towards the fray.

"Buffy!"

The blonde looked up at the sound of Dawn's voice and grinned at the sudden appearance of her kick-ass baby sister.

"Dawnie!" She yelled. "I saved you a few!"

Dawn jumped from a headstone and landed on one of the vampires' backs. Plunging her stake into his heart, she flipped off and landed a spinning kick on another. Quickly staking him as well, she turned to see how her slayer sister was holding up. Buffy was trying to fight three vampires at once and failing miserably. Dawn back-flipped over to the slayer and punched one in the face.

"Hey Vampy!" She taunted. "You mess with one Summers gal, you mess with us both!"

The vampire growled at her and swung a punch. Dawn was ready, however, and quickly dodged it. She brought her foot up to his jaw and it made contact with a sickening crack. Twirling her stake mockingly, Dawn smirked at the other two vampires. They rushed at her, desperate to avenge their fallen brothers. They were no match for Dawn, however, and she staked them quite easily.

She spun around to face her sister. Buffy's face was full of pride and admiration. It was a look Dawn had been waiting for all her life. Suddenly, Faith stepped out into clearing followed by Kennedy.

"Well, B. It looks like little sis is all grown up." Said Faith.

Buffy nodded and smiled at her two fellow slayers.

"Yep."

"Well, that's good." Came a voice from the bushes. One by one, all the slayers in training emerged into the clearing to stand next to Buffy, Faith and Kennedy.

"She was practically useless before." Said one.

"I know." Said another. "Slaying wasn't her place. She needed a normal life."

"She would have been better off at Boarding school." One chipped in.

Dawn watched in bemusement as the slayers in training argued over what would have happened to her if she hadn't become a slayer.

"Well this is odd." Muttered Dawn.

Suddenly sensing a presence behind her, Dawn spun around just in time to see a dark figure sprint into the bushes. Curiosity got the better of her and she decided to investigate. Leaving the slayers behind to bicker she followed the figure into the darkness. Dawn started to put on speed. She could feel how close the figure was, she had almost caught it! Catching sight of the figure she yelled out an important question.

"Who are you?"

A very familiar voice answered back.

"My name is-"

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Dawn desperately clenched her eyes shut, trying to hold on to that mysterious dream. It was too late; however, she could feel the dream slipping away.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Dawn growled and lobbed a shoe at the annoying alarm clock that had ruined her chances of finding out who the mysterious figure was. Dawn may not have been a slayer, but she had a pretty damn good aim. The shoe hit the clock smack bang in the middle and smashed the God awful thing to pieces. Dawn grinned in satisfaction as the clock let out a final spluttered beep and died. She rolled over and wondered if she had enough time for a few extra minutes sleep.

"DAWN!"

Dawn groaned. Apparently not. She winced as Buffy stormed into her room.

"Dawn, you need to get up!" She exclaimed. "I thought Willow bought you an alarm clo-"

Buffy cut herself off as she spotted the shattered remains of the teenager's greatest enemy.

"Jeez Dawn! That's the fourth one this month! We should call you Dawn the Alarm Clock Slayer! Anyway, you need to get up. It's your first day at your new school!"

Dawn groaned again. School. Perfect. Dear old Sunnydale was destroyed in the battle with the First, Spike and Anya were both dead, Buffy, Faith and Kennedy were training new slayers, Giles and Xander were away recruiting new slayers, Willow was doing God knows what with magic and Dawnie was starting her first day of school. Gee, that sounded fun.

"Buffy, I still don't get why I have to go." Said Dawn. "None of the other girls do."

Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Dawn, we've been through this. You are not a slayer. You are going to have a normal life and that means going to school."

And with that final statement, Buffy stalked out the room. Dawn sighed. Ever since Sunnydale had become a giant crater, they had moved on to the next hellmouth, aka, Cleveland. Buffy, Faith and Kennedy were running a training facility for new slayers. They had fixed up an old building and affectionately named it Slayer HQ. Most of the slayers in training weren't that bad, but they seemed to think that people without slayer strength had no place in the supernatural world. So Dawn was treated like an over enthusiastic child whenever she asked to patrol with them. It appeared that some of their opinions had rubbed of on Buffy. Recently she had taken the normal life kick very seriously and Dawn was sent out the room whenever the supernatural was brought up.

The only people bearable in the whole place were Faith and Angel's son Connor. Angel had sent him to HQ in hope that Buffy could give him a normal life. Not a very well thought out idea in Dawn's opinion. Connor and Dawn got along amazingly well. Within the first week of meeting each other, they were already good friends.

Faith was the one slayer who didn't treat Dawn like a child. She knew that mortals could fight vampires just as well as slayers and sparred with Dawn and Connor whenever she got the chance.

In all honesty, Dawn really didn't know what Buffy was trying to achieve. No matter what happened, Dawn was always going to be the slayer's younger sister and trouble was attracted to her like a moth to a flame. Dawn groaned again. Maybe she should start carrying bug spray.