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--"Lisa Cuddy is my biological mother."Chapter 34
Allison, who had just taken a sip of her juice, spit everything out again. With her mouth hanging wide open, she stared at Buffy, unable to move even the tiniest muscle. After a minute or so, Dawn rolled her eyes and gently closed Allison's mouth.
Buffy smiled lopsidedly. "I didn't know until recently either."
"It's complicated." Taking a deep breath, Buffy told Allison the official version of Lisa getting pregnant. How she later had been tricked into giving up her baby for adoption even though she hadn't really wanted to. How she had been unable to find her baby later on. How Buffy had accidentally found her adoption papers and how she and her friends had been able to track her biological mother. It was as close as they could get to the actual truth without opening a whole new can of worms.
Allison was predictably shocked at the story behind it. But she was just as honoured that Buffy would trust her with a secret like that and she promised to not tell anyone else. This also included Chase in general – and House especially.
Looking at her watch, Allison stood up. "I better go if I want to get any sleep at all tonight."
They all hugged goodbye and Buffy went to open the apartment door for Allison – only to come face to face with her mother.
Allison almost shrieked. "Dr Cuddy!"
Lisa looked at her daughter. "Hi. Can I come in?" Buffy stepped back so her mother could pass her. Lisa turned to Allison; "I guess you can call me Lisa now."
Allison nodded dumbfounded. Hearing Lisa Cuddy was Buffy's birth mother and actually seeing them together was quite a big difference.
"Is something wrong?" Dawn asked from the back of the room, drawing everyone's attention towards her.
Lisa sighed and put her arm around Buffy's shoulders. "It's more like an unexpected development."
Dawn snorted. "Is there ever an expected development?" Standing up, she got another glass for Lisa and set it down in front of her. "So, what's up?"
"Maybe I should go…"
Buffy looked at Lisa who shrugged her shoulders. "It involves the hospital."
Groaning, Buffy pulled Allison back onto the sofa. If it had something to do with the hospital, then Allison might just as well know about it. "Wilson?"
Lisa shook her head. "Not really. Though it has something to do with a comment he made."
"You mean you let him go?" Dawn looked disappointed at Lisa, taking Buffy's hand into hers. "After all he's done today?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Lisa told them in detail about her talk with Wilson that afternoon – but left out the information about Marmine. No one said anything for a while once she was done. In the end it was Allison who spoke up first, "That sounds more like the Dr Wilson I know. I still can't believe how he behaved earlier."
"But that's not really why you are here, is it?" Buffy asked her mother thoughtfully.
Lisa sighed and told them about the connection between Marmine's fiancée and Buffy's Mark. The longer Buffy listened, the colder her eyes, the harder her expression became. When Lisa was finished she stood up and, without saying a single word, vanished into her guest bedroom serving as training room as well.
"Don't." Dawn shook her head at the two other women in the room. Looking around, she spotted the stereo and switched it on. "Music, anyone?"
House looked at the door in front of him but didn't bother to knock. Instead, he got the spare key Wilson had - unknowingly - provided him with and opened the door. He didn't call out for his friend. He just put his helmet down and walked straight into the living room. Ignoring Wilson, House continued to the kitchen where he got himself a beer from the fridge. Seeing a couple of untouched sandwiches he put them on a large plate and took them back to the living room as well.
Sitting down next to Wilson on the sofa, House started eating one of the sandwiches. Glancing at Wilson who had yet to move House shrugged his shoulders and nicked the remote control from his friend's hand and searched through the channels until he found a football match. Sipping his beer, House enjoyed his sandwich and watched the football.
Wilson didn't move but kept staring at the photo in his hand. House shrugged his shoulders again and grabbed the second sandwich. After all, it wasn't the sandwich's fault that Wilson ignored it. So, in order to prevent any sense of inferiority in the poor thing, House took pity on the sandwich and ate it. With the food and his beer gone, he looked at Wilson again. He wouldn't really have bothered, but there was a commercial break on the telly and he was bored.
Wilson hadn't moved since the last time House had looked at him. So he poked him. Just to make sure he was still alive, of course. Wilson made a non-committal sound but otherwise ignored his friend. House tilted his head, and then snatched the photo from Wilson's hand.
"He speaks!" House said in mock-surprise. He leaned to the side as Wilson was trying to grab the photo. It showed a younger Wilson with his arm around a woman and her small daughter. You didn't need to be a genius to figure out that this was his now dead cousin and her just as dead daughter, Tara. Rolling his eyes he was about to hand the photo back when he realised something else.
The woman looked familiar. And not just in an I'm-related-to-James-Wilson kind of way. Snorting, he gave the picture back. "You're an idiot."
"I didn't even know. I phoned some people today and asked them. They suspected abuse but I didn't even know." Wilson, sounding defeated, hid his face in his hands.
House rolled his eyes and stood up to get himself another beer. "You were just too busy getting married. Or divorced."
Wilson didn't even protest at House's nonchalant answer. "I know nothing about my own family. And we've been so close as children."
Setting a beer in front of Wilson, House took a long sip of his own bottle. "You could always ask Buffy to contact Tara's ex-girlfriend."
"What?" Wilson barely avoided spitting beer all over the couch table in front of them.
House raised a mocking eyebrow. "Prude?" Chuckling, he continued, "The kid looked like her mom. I've seen a picture of her with a hot redhead in Buffy's apartment."
"What where you doing in Buffy's apartment?" Wilson asked shocked. Then he remembered who was sitting next to him. "Never mind."
House waggled his eyebrows. "They looked so-o
"Want to get drunk?"
Wilson sighed. It sounded like a great idea. "Whiskey?"
It took Buffy less than ten minutes to break her shiny new punching bag. With her bare hands. Unfortunately, it didn't help much to dim the anger at Marmine's deceit. She hadn't heard anything from Mark's family, not even a warning from Mark's cousin Linda who came to his funeral, so she hoped he hadn't told them yet. Not that it mattered much.
Putting the broken punching bag aside, she took her favourite sword and started a routine she had often done in Mark's presence. After he first saw her performing it, he had told her that it looked like she became one with the sword with its blade being a natural extension of her arm. He told her it was the most beautiful dance he had ever seen.
He had often watched her after that, but this routine had always been his favourite. So she did it again. And again. It took a while but she eventually calmed down. Stopping, she closed her eyes, put her hands on her tummy and listened to her baby's heartbeat. She couldn't help but smile when she heard the well-known 'bum-bum-bum-bum'.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked back into the living room.
Dawn stood up without uttering a word, bringing Buffy a glass of fresh water. Waiting till her sister had drained it, she took the glass back and gave Buffy a big hug. "Better?"
Buffy nodded and gave Lisa and Allison a sheepish smile. "Sorry."
"It's okay." Walking to Buffy, Lisa kissed the top of her sitting daughter's head. "Do you want me to throw him out?"
Smiling at the warm fuzzy feeling spreading insider her, Buffy shook her head. "It'd be a bit suspicious without good reason, huh? I can handle it. Besides, I don't think he has told his fiancée yet and he hopefully keeps it that way."
"I'm still going to have a word with him," Lisa said grimly. "It doesn't matter if you're my daughter or not, he did cross a line as a hospital employee. And that is something I won't let pass so easily."
Buffy squeezed her mother's hand and kissed her cheek. "Thanks."
Watching her sister and mother together, Dawn couldn't help the small stab of jealousy manifesting itself in her chest. Leaning over to Allison she stage-whispered, "Is it just me or are you tempted to tell them to 'Get a room!' too?"
"Dawn!" Even though she was a bit appalled, Allison didn't quite manage to stop herself from snickering. Buffy picked up a small cushion and, without even looking in their direction, threw it at her younger sister.
Lisa stepped between the two sisters before Dawn could reply. Holding up both her hands, she looked from Buffy to Dawn and back. "Stop! Both of you. I get enough of that from House in the hospital."
Dawn and Buffy looked at each other in astonishment at the authority in Lisa's voice. Then they started giggling. "We should send Giles for some lessons."
Groaning, Lisa squinted her eyes at Buffy. "I am not
"Nope," Buffy said seriously. "You're much better."
Lisa huffed and, crossing her arms in front of her chest, plopped down onto the nearby armchair.
Allison watched the three interact and just seeing Dr Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine of the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, act so differently made her head spin. Add to this all the things she had learned this evening and it was no wonder that her head started to hurt. Sighing, she stood up and smiled at the room in general. "I better leave before my head explodes."
"That would be messy."
Dawn was quick to agree with her sister. "Yeah. And I'm so not doing the cleaning. I'm done with that!"
Allison blinked. Then she blinked again and shook her head. "You two are weird."
"Thanks," they replied in unison. Buffy stood up and hugged Allison. "And thanks for being a friend. I'll see you tomorrow?"
Allison turned around again as she reached the door. Her hand already at the doorknob she chuckled. "You know, Buffy, Lisa might be your mom but Dawn looks and moves even more like Lisa than you do."
Even though Allison closed the door quietly behind her did the sound of the lock clicking into place echo through the silent room. Suddenly the two sisters started to talk at the same time, confusing Lisa even more.
"Yeah, too much weird stuff."
"Probably needs her eyes checked too."
"Not enough food. She's way too thin."
!" Lisa stood in front of the sisters, arms crossed, one foot tapping the floor impatiently. "What is going on?"
"Nothing." Once again, Buffy and Dawn answered simultaneously. "Everything's fine."
"Five by five even."
Lisa raised an eyebrow, her foot still tapping the floor.
"Really," Buffy said, her head bobbing up and down enthusiastically. "Another drink?"
Lisa shook her head but pointed for the sisters to sit down. Buffy and Dawn looked at each other for a long time. Dawn sat down eventually while Buffy went to pour a glass of whiskey. Then she sat on the armrest of Dawn's chair, absently swirling the amber liquid in its glass.
After having watched the silent conversation between the two young women Lisa was absolutely sure that there was something else going on. Her stomach must have thought along the same lines as it started to make some lovely knots with itself. Sighing, she sat opposite Buffy and Dawn. "Please?"
Buffy and Dawn exchanged another look. Dawn eventually shrugged her shoulders, giving Lisa a tiny and nervous wave.
--A/N: I honestly didn't know this chapter was going to end like it did. I was quite surprised as I typed it out as I hadn't really thought when or even if Lisa would learn of Dawn's parentage. However, once it was there I couldn't stop giggling! Hope you are just as pleased as I am! I know we seem to be stuck on the same day like forever but so much happened that I hope you forgive Muse for it. But it's almost midnight, so there is still hope will move forward. Right?
Right. Thanks to whoever nominated this story for the TTH Crossing Over Awards! I received the email just after I missed out on getting some tickets I really wanted, so it truly made my day!