Sister/Sidekick (Dawn/Sookie Stackhouse)
I definitely don't own Buffy
or True Blood
Being Sookie Stackhouse's sidekick wasn't that different from being the Slayer's little sister. Not that Sookie would admit to having a sidekick.
Dawn hadn't come to Bon Temps for the unique pleasure of playing the telepath's assistant, but as soon as she'd driven into town on orders from Giles to check out some suspicious demonic activity, she'd all but gotten a neon sign pointed in her direction.
There were Slayers around the place, sure, but since the vamps had outed themselves to normal society, sending a bunch of trained killers specifically designed to snuff them out gained them more attention than they needed. Luckily the Council, or as least it's true intentions, still remained something of a secret to the human world, or else heaven knew what kinda of whacko activists they'd have in their backyard. As it was, they had to be a tad bit incognito.
So here was Dawn, ready to play nice with the supernaturals of Louisiana. At least until a vamp inevitably tried to take a chunk out of her jugular, in which case she'd show this town what being Buffy Summers' sister really taught her.
Which, by this point, was a lot. Ever since Sunnydale Dawn was ultra determined to up her slaying game. Buffy was pretty impressed. She might have even teared up a little once.
Until Dawn broke the moment by noting the calendar date and certain times of the month, but whatever. Being a brat was in the little sister job description.
But that's all besides the point. Or maybe exactly the point.
Sookie was like the big sister she'd always had. Different accent, sure. Better manners? Oh God
, yes. But still that fiery, determined attitude and mysterious power that always made Dawn want to follow Buffy on patrols as a kid. Geez, she was kind of pathetic.
But hey, you stick with what you know.
Sookie certainly didn't seem to have a problem with the nostalgia. The running into danger head-first, foot-in-mouth syndrome, and kidnap friendly situations she still (still!) managed to find herself in, she wasn't thrilled with. But the unflappable attitude in the face of danger she seemed to appreciate.
There was also that little tidbit where she couldn't read Dawn's mind for some reason, but she was choosing to believe it was her sparkling personality that endeared her to the youngest Stackhouse and not just a piqued curiosity.
And if so, well, at least someone liked her for her brain.
Unfortunately she didn't have any telepathy handy to figure it out, but well, she'd grown up with and practically apprenticed under a moody teenager with super strength on the mouth of hell. It was no big.
Eh, blonde chicks with superpowers, right?