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This story is No. 1 in the series "Buffy's brother". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: 1st in Buffy's brother series. Buffy starts her search for her brother who was kidnapped, but everyone believes him to be dead since a fake body was provided. After getting out of the mental institution she was put in, she starts her search.

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Stargate > Buffy-CenteredDarkPhoenixFR181764,166413449,37217 Mar 0830 Nov 09No

Prologue

Timeline: Season 1 Buffy, Stargate SG-1 Season 1
Summary: While Buffy is visiting her biological father Jack O’Neill she encounters a demon who kidnaps Charlie but leaves a fake body behind. Buffy tells the truth gets put into a mental institution. She gets out when she says she made everything up. Her mother and husband get divorced in the meantime and she leaves with her mother for Sunnydale.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Pairing: Not sure yet. A possibility is Buffy/Cam, but I could go with something else. I'm planning on a long series so I'm not putting up anything for sure.
Spoilers: Everything from Buffy and probably everything from Stargate just to be safe.
Note: Charlie was 7 not 10 when everyone but Buffy thinks him dead.

Note2: Thank you DreamOfStories for being my beta and beta-ing everything.

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Prologue

California, Sunnydale, New Summers Residence

Buffy Anne Summers woke with a start from the disturbing slayer dream. She somehow got the feeling Sunnydale wasn’t going to be as boring as she thought it was gonna be. But then her thoughts were interrupted by her mother calling her name.

“I’m up!” Buffy yelled back.

“Hurry up, you don’t want to be late for your first day.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and got out of bed, muttering, “No wouldn’t want that.

***

California, Sunnydale, Outside Sunnydale High

Buffy looked at the building in front of her with disdain. Her mother called her back from the car “Oh and Buffy, try not to get kicked out.”

Buffy put on a fake smile and nodded “I’ll try.” She replied as she repressed the urge to tell her mother that it wasn’t her fault she got kicked out of Hemery. The gym had been full of vampires after all, and it was her duty to kill them. Well, until now, now it was her duty to find her brother. Instead, steeling herself, Buffy turned back to the school and walked towards it, not noticing a guy on a skateboard staring at her or the way that he forgot to look where he was going and crashed next to a redhead.

***

Colorado, Colorado Springs, bar

A middle aged woman entered the bar and looked around searching for someone. It wasn’t long before she found him. Determination set in her eyes she stalked over to the man.

Sara O’Neill looked at the sight before her. Here was her husband, unshaven, drunk and smelling like he hadn’t taken a shower in at least 2 weeks, which was about the time Jack had left home for good. She had lost her son and along with him, her husband. And the way Buffy lashed out at him when he didn’t believe her delusions hadn’t helped either. Now she had just heard from Joyce that Buffy didn’t want to see Jack anymore because he had helped her by having her committed. That ungrateful girl, she admitted to lying about her delusions and got cured, but refused to even see the person who had given her the help she needed.

“Jack.” Sara said softly and the man in question turned to look at her.

“Sara? What are you doing here?” Jack asked.

“I’m looking for you. Jack, I know that you’re hurting over Charlie, so am I, but this isn’t the way to deal with it.” Sara paused before, “Jack, If you go on like this I’m afraid I’ll lose you too.”

“You already lost me Sara, we’re not living together. We can’t even stand to be in the same room together because it…” Jack trailed over and looked at his beer then quickly took a few gulps of it.

“That’s not what I meant Jack and you know it!” Sara said angrily. “We may be separated but I still care about you Jack. I don’t want to bury you too.” Her anger dissipated and fresh tears were shining in her eyes.

Jack was conflicted, on one hand he wanted to comfort her and on the other he wanted to get as far away as possible from the pain she was stirring up inside him. Pain and guilt. It was his service gun that Charlie had used. He had brought it into the house. He couldn’t deal with this, but he couldn’t leave Sara like that either.

“Jack?” Sara begged, searching his eyes for answers.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Jack told her although his thoughts were more like ‘it should have been me’ in a continuous mantra.

“I fear you already have Jack.” Sara told him. “You did the right thing with Buffy, that girl is just ungrateful.” She told him.

Sara remembered the day that girl first came into their lives like yesterday.

7 years ago

9 year old Buffy Summers stood nervously at the front porch. It had been 8 days since she found out the man she thought was her father was in fact not. Her mother had a previous relationship with a military man called Jack O’Neill. It wasn’t anything serious and when Jack got posted elsewhere it had ended. Joyce had already had a crush on Hank Summers and was now free to act on it. 3 months later Joyce had found out she was pregnant. She honestly thought it could have been Hanks. She had told Hank everything when she had gathered enough courage. It had taken Hank a while to accept it, but when he went with Joyce to get her first sonogram and had seen baby Buffy, he knew he loved the girl and told Joyce it didn’t matter she might not be his. She would be in every way that counted and he would help Joyce raise her. Joyce had been ecstatic and everything went fine.

When baby Buffy had been born a paternity test was done and concluded Hank was not the father. He was disappointed but already loved Buffy so it was eventually decided that it didn’t really matter. Her mother had told her they had talked about telling Jack but decided against it. They had planned to tell her when she 18 so she could decide for herself what she wanted but 9 year old Buffy had been depressed ever since her best friend and cousin Celia had died. She had eventually retreated into the attic to look over old photos of her and Celia when she found the paternity test. She asked her mother about it and she had told Buffy everything.

After taking a week to adjust to this new information, 9 year old Buffy Summers had taken a bus ride to Colorado Springs where her father lived. It had taken all her savings to get there and she wouldn’t have been able to do it if her grandmother hadn’t helped Buffy get the information as to where Jack O’Neill lived.

So now here she was on the front porch of the house her biological father lived in and for the first time she wished she had gone with her mother instead of leaving a note for her and her fath…Hank. No, he was still her father. He’s the one that raised me, held me as a baby. Hank Summers is my father. But what do I call Jack then?

Buffy was pulled out of her thoughts when a tired woman opened the door. The woman looked at her and asked “Can I help you?”

Buffy panicked “I uh, no uh, I mean yes.”

Again Buffy was interrupted when a baby was heard crying from inside the house. Impatiently the woman turned back to Buffy and said “Today girl, I have a baby to take care of.”

Buffy swallowed “Does Jack O’Neill live here?” she asked the woman.

The woman looked curiously at her now and was about to respond when the crying got louder. Again impatient, this girl was asking stupid questions that were keeping her from her son who needed her, she said, perhaps more harshly than necessary, “Yes, but if you need to speak to my husband he won’t be home for at least an hour.”

“Oh,” Buffy said disappointed, “Can I want for him inside?”

Sara turned back to the crying for a moment then said to the girl, “Look I don’t know who you are but my son needs me. If you want to talk to my husband come back in an hour, otherwise go home.” With that said, Sara stepped back and closed the door.

Buffy stared at the door and rubbed her cold arms, “That went really well. Great job Buffy. You got your biological father’s wife upset with you in your first meeting. I wonder how Jack will react…wait she had a son. And Jack is her husband does that mean that…I have a brother?” Buffy wondered out loud as she walked away from the door to sit on the cold sidewalk as she waited. Even if she wanted to go home, she didn’t have the money for another bus ride. She could call her parents but she really dreaded their reaction to her taking off with only a note left behind.


Now

“She’s not that bad Sara. She’s just dealing with her problems differently.” Jack told his wife.

“That’s understating it. If you ask me the doctors should have kept her committed longer.” Sara complained.

“I actually wanted to believe what she was saying, you know. At least then he’d still be alive.”

“You see what she’s doing to you Jack. She’s bad news. According to Joyce she’s like that for a couple of months. She thinks it was because Buffy saw the divorce coming and couldn’t deal with it.” Sara told him, because although she never liked Buffy she had become sort of friends with Joyce.

“I don’t want to talk about Buffy.” Jack then told her.

“Fine.” Sara told him, “You don’t want to talk about Charlie, you don’t want to talk about us, and you don’t want to talk about Buffy. What do you want to talk about?”

“Getting another beer.” Jack answered.

“You did not just say that.”

Jack winced and looked up at her. “Look Sara, I just need some time.”

“I know you do Jack, but if you want us to have a chance, to have a future together, you’ll have to do something soon or there isn’t going to be an us.” Sara told him.

Jack looked up at her, his eyes pleading.

Sara sighed and turned around to leave. “You need to let me in Jack, or it really will be the end for us.” With those words she left the bar and Jack behind.

Jack looked back at his beer and lost himself in his memories again. When had things gotten so bad? He still remembered when he had first met his little girl 7 years ago. He remembered how happy she had been with having a brother. How protective she was of him…

7 years ago

Jack drove his car up the driveway and got out to see a little girl stand up from sitting on the sidewalk. She looked cold and was staring at him.

“Uh, hi.” Jack said to her.

Buffy stood there, frozen. What was she supposed to say. Her prepared speech in her head was now nowhere to be found. She managed a nervous smile and asked “Are you Jack O’Neill?”

Jack frowned searching his memory for any clues as to how this girl knew his name and if he should know hers. She did sort of look familiar. “Yes, I am. Can I help you with something…?” Jack asked.

“I…uh…I…” Buffy started nervously then swallowed angrily for being afraid. “Here” she said taking something out of her backpack and handed the papers to him. “I found these last week and asked my mom about them.” She told him as Jack began to look at the papers “According to them and my mom you are…you are my biological father.” She saw him look at the papers and then suddenly with great speed at her. Swallowing, she forced herself to not take a step back and instead said, “I’m not here for money or anything…I guess I just wanted to see you and maybe get to know you.”

He was still staring at her and Buffy grew more nervous “So I’ve been thinking about meeting ever since I found out. I mean I already have a dad, who’s great with me and all but I still wanted to get to know you…if you’re ok with that I mean. If not I can just leave. Mom and dad are probably worried sick about me since I only left them a note. You think I can use your phone to call them. No wait I shouldn’t intrude like that, I can just call them collect from a pay phone.” Buffy stopped babbling for a few seconds still waiting for him to say anything.

When nothing came from Jack she started again, “I’m really sorry to just dump this all on you out of the blue. I know you must be busy with the new baby, which I would like to get to know too if you and your wife are ok with that, I mean he is my brother and I don’t have any other siblings but if you-”

Jack had finally found his voice and interrupted the babble fest the girl…his daughter… seemed to be having. “You’re my daughter?” he asked.

“According to my mom, dad and the papers. Yes. I’m not sure if I can call you dad, though. Since I already have a dad and he’s been really good at taking care of me. So I don’t know what to call you-” Again Buffy was cut off when the man suddenly picked her up and looked at her as if he was inspecting her. She hoped she measured up to his standards. Then Jack pulled her close into his arms and held her to him saying, “I have a daughter” again and again. Buffy was really confused by all of it but a warm feeling was spreading in her body. He had accepted her. He didn’t seem to hate her or not want to get to know her. He was happy with her…she concluded. The mantra seemed kinda weird, but then he was a grown up, and all of them seemed kinda weird to her at times.


***

Now,
California, Sunnydale, Sunnydale High

Buffy was not interested in anything that happened at school. She tried to pay attention to her new teachers but without a textbook it was hard. Her talk with Principal Flutie had been strange and he seemed to be prejudging her like everyone else for the gym at Hemery.

“Thanks.” Buffy said as a brunette girl with long beautiful hair shared her textbook with her.

“If you’re looking for a textbook of your very own, there are probably a few in the library.” The girl said.

“Thanks…where would that be?” Buffy asked.

“I’ll show you.” The girl said, then added, “I’m Cordelia and you’re Buffy right?” Buffy barely nodded when the girl continued talking about popularity and her being accepted soon if she hung out with her. Buffy wanted to roll her eyes. She had done the popularity thing in L.A. but she wanted real friends this time. Not ones who when she saved them labeled her a freak and made her an outcast. Buffy shook that thought off. That was a bad idea, friends would distract her from her objective. Finding her brother was all that mattered now. She lost enough time thanks to her parents not believing her.

Buffy was pulled out of her musings as Cordelia began insulting a nerdy redhead who was dressed in something really awful. Buffy scolded herself for slipping so easily back into the bitchy self she used to be.

Cordelia was now telling her something about knowing your losers, Buffy barely paid attention.

***

California, Sunnydale, Sunnydale High, Library

Cordelia had finally gotten her to the library for her textbooks and then run off again to meet her sheep for lunch.

“Hello.” Buffy called out the large library. “Anyone here?” She received no reply. She turned to the counter where she picked up a slight breathing and then spotted a man in his late 30ties early 40ties coming towards her as he studied her carefully.

“Hi, I was looking for some…well books. I’m new.” Buffy told him.

“Miss Summers.” The man replied.

Buffy frowned slightly “Good call, guess I’m the only new kid huh?”

“I’m Mr. Rupert Giles, the librarian.” The man told her.

“You’re English.” Buffy stated then it dawned on her, “Are you a watcher?”

A bit thrown Giles stammered slightly, “Y-yes I am.”

“Good you can help me.” Buffy said and then put her purse on the counter and started going through it. Giles frowned at her but said nothing. Buffy finally managed to get what she was looking for out. A piece of folded paper was unfolded and handed to him.

“I need to find this demon. It kidnapped someone I care about and used magic to create a substitute body.” Buffy announced.

The watcher frowned; this wasn’t how he expected things to be. He was supposed to give the slayer her work - not the other way around. Still it was his job to support the slayer. “It looks like something I’ve seen before.” Giles said and then walked from behind the counter to his office. A moment later he returned with something old and dusty.

Buffy looked at it unsure but took a seat at the table where Giles laid the book down and started to carefully flip through the pages until it landed on a picture which looked a lot like Buffy’s drawing.

“That’s him.” Buffy said then read the name under the image, “Cyvus Vail.” She looked at Giles “So how do I find him?”

Giles was reading the Latin text but looked up startled. “You can’t find him Miss. Summers. Cyvus Vail is a very old and very powerful warlock. He’ll only be found when he wants to be found.”

“That demon took my brother. I’m going to find it and make it pay.” Buffy said her eyes glaring dangerously into Giles’.

“Your brother?” Giles asked surprised.

Buffy continued to glare for a few seconds then said “Yes, my brother. You must have some idea as to where he is.” Buffy told him her eyes pleadingly.

“Well, the book only tells me where he’s been. If he’s in here in America then he could be anywhere. But let’s say we find him. You are not a witch. You’re a slayer and while Vail may be a demon he is a very powerful warlock. You won’t be able to defeat him. Better people have tried and failed.” Giles told her.

Buffy glared at him. “I know I’m not a witch. Even though I have been studying the books Merrick had on witchcraft, I can barely float a pencil. But it will have to do. One way or another Vail is going down and I’m going to get my brother back. Find a way.” With that Buffy stood up and headed towards the exit then paused “Oh and I’ve been having slayer dreams of some really ugly vamp, really his face was batlike.”

“Visions of an old vampire. It’s not surprising. I’ve done some preliminary research and the whole region is a center of mystical convergence.” Giles told her.

“Great, just great.” Buffy commented unhappily, before she exited the library only to see Cordelia spot her.

“Hey, Buffy. You’ve been in the library the entire time?” Cordelia asked then not waiting for an answer continued “Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that you won’t be meeting Coach Foster, the woman with the chest hair, due to the extreme dead guy in the locker.”

“Dead?” Buffy asked.

“Yeah, someone even stuffed the guy in Aura’s locker. Can you believe some people?” Cordelia asked.

Buffy wanted to ask for marks but decided against it. “Some people are just creepy and crazy - especially when it’s dark out.” Buffy told her.

Cordelia nodded, “I hear ya.” Cordelia told her and the two of them walked off together.

“Hey Buffy.” A geeky dark-haired guy around her age walked up to her. It was the boy who helped her pick up her things from her purse which had dropped when she bumped into someone exiting Principal Flutie’s office.

“This is another one.” Cordelia told her, and then looked disdainfully at Xander Harris.

“Cordelia, how lovely to see you again.” Xander said sarcastically when he was closer to them.

“Gee wish I could say the same, oh wait. I really don’t.” Cordelia announced, looking down her nose at him.

“What is it you wanted Xander?” Buffy interrupted.

“To return this,” He said producing a stake from his bag. “The only thing I could think of was that you were building a really little fence.”

“No, it’s for slaying vampires.” Buffy said seriously, then at the look Xander and Cordelia gave her, she rolled her eyes and said, “It’s for self defense. Everyone had them in L.A. pepper spray is just so passé.”

Cordelia chuckled and Xander still looked at them. Buffy took the stake from him and put it back in her purse. In the process, her drawing of Vail fell out.

“What’s this?” Xander asked as he snatched the paper from the ground before her. Buffy snatched it from him. “It’s nothing.”

“Really, cos it looks like something to me.” Xander pushed.

“Go stalk someone else.” Buffy snapped at him and crumbled the paper in her fist and threw it in the trash can nearby. “It’s just trash.”

Cordelia glared at him “One stalker in your group is enough Xander.” With that said, she took Buffy’s arm and they walked off together leaving Xander standing there.

Xander watched them go then turned back to the trash can, dug his hand in it, retrieved the paper and unfolded it. “She draws monsters?” he asked himself.
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