Broken Fences

By Smallory

Disclaimer: I don't own Dawn Summers or Connor or anything else you recognize. Vevina and Cullen are mine.

Summary: A prophecy reveals that Dawn and Connor's seven-year old daughter, who just so happens to be super duper at keeping secrets, shows signs of being clairvoyant, and likes the number three, will play an important role in the latest apocalypse. Yes, I think I'll be winning the Worst Summary Written award this year.

Spoilers: Post-Chosen, post-NFA

Setting: London, England. About ten years post-NFA.

A/N: Review, please! I like feedback! But if you're going to criticize, please be constructive! If you don't like something, explain why.

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Chapter 1

Vevina Janelle McDonnell's mommy loved old, dusty books that smelled like mothballs, had yellow pages, and that Vevina was not to touch because they were really, really, really super duper old--even older than Grandpa Giles, who was a Watcher just like Vevina's mother, Dawn. Now, when Dawn read these books she didn't like to be bothered...even when her seven-year old daughter was bored, bored, bored, and really, super duper, extra, times five gazillion, billion, million, and one fourth bored.

"Mommy," the little girl whined, seated by Dawn's feet.

"Hmmm?" the woman didn't look up from her book.

Vevina sighed as she poked the leather chair her mother sat on, "I'm bored."

Still not looking up from her book, Dawn supplied her daughter with the first response that came to her mind, "Why don't you go play with your cousin Cullen and Uncle Xander?"

Little Vevina sighed again. Cullen was Aunt Willow and Aunt Ken-Ken's adopted son. He was four, from Ireland (just like Vevina's Grandpa Angel whom she never met 'cause he lived far, far, far away), his favorite color was blue, and he always wore a mask to keep his identity a secret--even though it wasn't really a superhero mask; it was just a sleeping mask that had two holes cut in it.

"I don't wanna," she whined.

Dawn looked down at her daughter, "I'm very busy right now, Via. I'm sorry that you're bored, but I have to finish these translations for Grandpa Giles."

"He's gonna call you right after he cleans his glasses, and he's doin' that right now," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Dawn smiled at her in a "is that so?" fashion, "Really?"

Vevina nodded seriously, completely sure of her prediction.

"And what exactly is he going to say?"

"I don't know, but it must be very, very, very important 'cause he just put his glasses on, took 'em off, and now he's cleaning 'em again," the child stood up, brushed herself off in a very adult and lady-like manner, and skipped out of the library humming.

Dawn shook her head, smiled, and returned to her book. The telephone rang about a minute later. She gave the device a peculiar look, and then glanced back at the door where Vevina had exited.

"Dawn? Dawn, pick up. It's me, Giles," Dawn raised an eyebrow. Duh it was Giles.

"Please pick up the telephone. I know you're sitting right there. I need to speak with you. It concerns Vevina..."

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So, that's the end of chapter one. It is short, I know. I have some of chapter two written--I'm just waiting for feedback. I should be reading a book for school and I have several other fics I should be working on, Bad Sister, Baby Sister just to name one. I want to write this right now, though.