@wickedlehane gets a starter from Dawn
Was being a potential supposed to make her feel different? Dawn didn’t know. With all the changes in her life over the last few years, after all the self discoveries, she didn’t know how she felt. Was she supposed to feel more confident? Stronger? Looking at the other potentials, Dawn guessed not.
And it certainly didn’t feel like a good thing and why would it? To become the slayer, Buffy would have had to die. Her sister would have to die. She wasn’t sure she could cope with that again. They’d already managed to claw her back from the dead once, then she’d almost lost her again to depression. She’d come back but she hadn’t reallly been here, not for a long time and while she was trying, Dawn still sometimes thought that she’d never be fully herself again.
Things had only gotten worse since Buffy had found out she was a potential. Dawn wanted to learn but her sister did not want to teach. Willow and Xander told her it was just that she wanted to protect her but she was sick of it. She wanted to learn how to protect herself. How to fight. She wanted to fight with her sister, not to keep being coddled.
It was like she had no faith in her and it was driving her nuts. She’d forgiven Willow, had trusted Willow, even after she’d fell of the deep end and nearly gotten her killed. Then there was Spike. She wasn’t sure exactly what he’d done but it was bad enough and she’d still forgiven him, trusted him to help train the potentials, hell, even Faith who had tried to kill her. Among other damage. Oh they’d had fights about it, screaming matches even, or well, Dawn screaming at Buffy but her sister rarely screamed back. sometimes she thought that was the most frustrating thing. She needed to learn. The first, all the other big bads out there, they weren’t going to wait around for her to learn. Which is exactly what leads her to Faith. Could she trust her? Almost certainly not, but she was a full blown slayer, a good fighter, she was the next best thing. Sure, she could have gone to spike but she couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t tattle to her sister. Which is what leads her here. She waits until the brunette is alone, watches her walk into the kitchen before following, casually grabbing a glass and filling it with water, leaning against the sink as she takes a sip, trying to find the right moment to spring it on her.
“ I need to talk to you. “ She admits reluctantly at last. “ I want you to teach me, like Buffy is teaching the other slayers. She’s so set on protecting me, she refuses to acknowledge i’m one of them now. I don’t like you and I don’t trust you but you know how to fight. You’re good. So will you please teach me? “
