Takes place after season 7 of BtVS, though the ending has been slightly altered due to it being needed for me to be able to write this story. No real spoilers as to the SVU universe, let’s just say it takes place in the early seasons of the show.Disclaimer:
I don't own BtVS, nor do I own Law & Order: SVU.Summary:
Sometimes life changes when you least expect it. Sometimes you learn the truth too late to be able to act…A/N: This is just an experiment on my side. I got an idea, and decided to write it down. While I greatly appreciate all kinds of feedback, flames will be ignored.
And remember, I don't own anything ;)
Prologue:May, New York, 16th Precinct
You don’t know me, but I guess you can say that I know you, or at least a little about you. It was needed after all if I was to be able to find you. My name is Dawn Summers and I’m the daughter of Joyce Summers, though you probably know her as Joyce Stabler, your ex wife. By now you’re probably wondering why I wrote this letter, why I chose to make contact despite all the years that has passed since your divorce to my mother.
It’s simple really. I never knew you existed. It wasn’t until I stumbled across mom’s diary that I learned of your existence. You see, my mom never spoke to me, or my older sister, about you. Maybe she thought it was better that way. Or maybe she thought she’d be able to get in touch with you at another point in her life. After all, that’s what most of us think. We believe there’ll be another day, another chance. Only, it’s a lie isn’t it? An illusion. There’s never enough time, all you really can do is make the best out of every day you’re presented with.
I would have written to you sooner, but you’re a hard man to find Mr. Stabler. It’s taken me and my friends nearly six months to find you. And I’m relieved that we finally succeeded. Because it means I will be able to fulfill my sister’s wishes.
I wrote this letter because I thought you deserve to know my mother died five years ago from complications after undergoing a surgery to remove a brain tumor she was suffering from. It happened very fast. I was told that she never felt any pain, never felt any fear, she never even knew what was happening. Her death was unexpected to say the least. The surgery was seen as a success and we all believed that she would make a full recovery. Turned out we were wrong because she died a few weeks later.
But what you also deserve to know, the real reason to why I’m writing to you, is that at the time of your divorce, my mother was pregnant with your child. A daughter that she at birth named Buffy Anne. She was my sister. And she died three years ago. She was the bravest person I’ve ever known, and you would have been proud over her. I know I was, and I still am. She was a hero.
She never learned of your existence, never got the chance, but if she had she would have tried to find you. I’m certain of it. She would have wanted to know you, at least to have you know of her existence. She wouldn’t have been able to just walk away. And that’s why I’m writing this letter. So that she won’t be forgotten, so that the truth won’t be forgotten.
I don’t know if you’ll believe this, if you’ll believe in my words. Maybe it doesn’t even matter since she’s gone. But she was your daughter, and you would have loved her.