Dawn POV

They act like I'm a little kid -- all of them do. They don't quite pat me on the head and send me off to the kitchen to get milk and cookies, but they might as well. Instead they try to cover up. "No, Dawnie, we don't think you're a baby. Maybe we try a little too hard to protect you sometimes but it's only because we love you." What a crock. And I haven't told them yet, but I'm onto a lot of their code. Whenever anyone calls me "Dawnie," they're feeding me a line.

It's like I'm the least important person around and anything I don't absolutely need to be told never gets said around me. Unless it's about something completely innocent, like school. I can't even trust Spike to be totally honest. He's better than the rest of them but he still doesn't always treat me like an equal. I guess he doesn't want to make Buffy mad at him. Doesn't he know she'd find an excuse anyway?

But I have ways of finding things out on my own. Like, before anyone told me, I knew Xander was sick. I mean, I'm not stupid. And I was around Mom a lot when she wasn't feeling well. I can recognize some of the signs. The real obvious ones are that he's tired all the time and he quit his construction job. Buffy said he did it so he could work at the Magic Shop because Anya was gone but that wasn't even a good lie. Just about every time I go there, Tara tells me Xander is in the back "doing inventory" or "making phone calls" (both code for "resting").

What she really means is, Xander's going to die.