Honey, I’m Alive and Kicking
Written By immortalwizardpirateelf-fan
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or any recognizable celebrity or fictional personality, not of my creation, depicted in the movie or this fic. They belong to either their inventors or themselves. I do not own the settings, and any songs used belong to their original artist.Author’s Note
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;- Sequel to Wait, I’m married and a mother?!
; Second in the Buffy, a Mother Series.
Takes place during and after Dead Man’s Blood in <i>Supernatural</i> Season 1…. Spoilers for most of Season 1 of Supernatural- up to Dead Man’s Blood.
Takes place three years after series finale for <i>Buffy</i>… so that mean’s Spoilers for all of Buffy.
Previously on Buffy, a MotherDean sighed as he remembered why they were up at the butt crack of dawn. Their missing father had sent them some more coordinates. This time they were heading to somewhere in Michigan. Just the name of the state not only brought good memories for him, as it was near their old friend Pastor Jim’s place, but it was also filled with bad memories as well.
Dean’s head jerked to the door of the hotel room. Who the hell could be knocking on the door at this hour? He wondered as he grabbed a gun and put it in the waistband of his jeans. He crossed the room and after making sure the salt ward was still in tact, opened the door.
To his shock, there standing in front of him was a woman the spitting image of his long dead mother, when she was twenty-five years old.
“Hello Dean,” the woman said with a shy smile. “Aren't you going to say hello to your mother?"
And Now…….. CHAPTER 1OH…MY…GOD…
was all Dean could think as he stood, frozen by the sight of the woman in front of him. This was the woman who he and his father had not seen in nearly twenty-three years, his mother. The same woman who had died at the hands of a demon as she tried to save her youngest son, and the only other woman whom he had ever really and truly loved, besides Cassie.
John, who had been packing his bag and watching over his oldest, noticed the way that Dean stood frozen at the door. Curious and fearful as to what would cause his son such distress, he pulled out his gun and walked over, pushing open the door farther. And as soon as his eyes fell on the woman in the doorway, he swore he felt his heart stop. The woman was the spitting image of his Mary at the age of twenty-five. But, how could that be possible.
Buffy, standing just outside of the hotel room smirked at their reaction. “John, sweetheart, are you going to move out of the way so I can come in and we can talk, or am I going to have to move you?” she questioned, amusement filling her voice.
Or at least it did until she heard the sound of a gun click. Looking beyond her…what do you call the husband of your previous incarnation anyway… husband and oldest son, she saw a taller man with shaggy dark brown hair. As she took in his appearance, her throat choked up. This was Sam, her son. Her baby boy.
“Sam?” her voice broke the tense silence as she took notice of the gun. “Don’t do anything rash until I explain, please.”
Sam saw the woman standing in the door. But unlike his brother or father, he didn’t remember his mother and wasn’t as emotionally involved as they were. He grabbed the nearest gun filled with consecrated iron rounds and rock salt. When she asked him to put the gun down, he shook his head no. “I don’t think so. Whoever you are, my mother’s dead, has been for twenty-three years this November…”
Buffy smiled softly as she spoke up, “I know Sam. You were born Samuel Francis Winchester, in Lawrence, Kansas on May second nineteen eighty-three to Mary and John Winchester. I was killed exactly six months later, by an upper level demon that was after your psychic power. For the last twenty-three years, you have been traveling the country with your brother and father searching for the demon and killing anything supernatural that got in your way. When you were 18 you got a full ride academic scholarship to Stanford and made straight A’s during your undergraduate coursework. You also met the love of your life, Jessica Moore there. Last Halloween you and Dean joined back up after 4 years of not speaking because your dad ‘kicked you out’ because you wanted to go to college,” here she turned to the still stunned John and scowled. “You know I am really angry with you about that.”
John snapped out of his stupor and looked at Buffy. “You…Mary…how…” he stuttered trying to get his questions out as he shakily moved to sit down on one of the beds.
Dean joined his father in sitting on the bed, both of them still confused as to how the woman before them could be Mary Winchester and not be a spirit or shape-shifter or some other kind of supernatural being. “Just what is going on here lady?!” he questioned, his voice betraying the fact that he was angry, hopeful, confused and a whole host of other similar emotions.
Buffy crossed her legs and bit her lip. She knew that what she was about to say was going to be hard for them to believe, but she was thankful for the back up that Whistler was going to send her should she need proof. “I know it’s hard to believe, but this body,” she then waved her hands over her body, “was born on January 18, 1891 as Buffy Anne Summers. But this is not my first life. Before I was Buffy, I was known as Mary Elizabeth Nelson-Winchester.”
“Ok, now I know you’re lying,” Sam said angrily as he went to pick up the gun he had set down, “my mother died…”
“In November 1983 right?” Buffy cut him off. Sam nodded. “Spirits are not held by the bonds of space and time, you all should know this.”
John listened to what Buffy was saying but it was a little overwhelming he grasped exactly what she was saying. While Sam was more book smart than street smart and had a damned near genius level I.Q. and John and Dean were both the kind of men who thought on their feet, and had more street smarts, they weren’t slouches in the brains department either. “You’re saying that You’re…Mary’s spirit was sent back in time at the time of your birth as Buffy?” Buffy nodded happily, they were starting to get it. “How can this be true? Why would they allow you to find us again and remember your life as Mary?”
The sigh Buffy emitted at that statement would have made even the hardest hearts melt. Buffy looked over at John and asked, “John, what did I… Mary tell you about her life before she met you?”
John looked puzzled as he replied, “All I know was that she lost her parents at a very young age and that she was placed in long term foster care. When she was 18, she cut out and started waitressing at the diner in Lawrence.”
With a sad laugh, Buffy shook her head. “What she…I told you was a partial lie. When Mary…I was a baby, the Watcher’s Council Identified her/me as a potential Slayer…”
Sam, even though he was suspicious of Buffy, couldn’t help but think 300 miles a minute as Buffy said the word ‘Slayer’. “Wait, you’re saying that my mother was a potential slayer. One of the many girls who could become the ‘one girl in the entire world with the speed, strength and power to fight back the forces of darkness’?” he asked disbelievingly.
Buffy smiled, happy to know she didn’t have to repeat Giles favorite speech. “Sam, love, I/Mary was not just a potential during that time, she was the Slayer. And as Buffy Summers I am The Head Slayer.”