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Summary: Death is your gift, the First Slayer told her. A collection of Buffy's dealings with various aspects of Afterlife.

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Multiple Crossings > Buffy-Centered > Ficlet CollectionsdagonFR721,445021,33730 Nov 0830 Nov 08No

Meeting Uncle Joey

Meeting Uncle Joey
Rating:
K
Pairing:
none; friendship/family
Summary:
“Oh, Buffy.” He flashes pretty-sad-pretty eyes again. “We will meet many, many times.”
A/N:
Crossover with “Meet Joe Black.” It takes place at the last scene, where Joe Black leads Bill Parrish over the bridge.
Disclaimer:
Meet Joe Black and BtVS do not belong to me.



Meeting Uncle Joe

When Buffy was very, very little, Joyce took her to meet her cousins.The Parrish clan lived on the other side of the country, and the upper crust family had deemed Joyce, a first cousin, something of a rebel when she moved to the West Coast to try and fulfill her dream of becoming an artist. Her marriage to Hank, a rising real estate agent with Ivy League credentials, “healed” the rift, and the Summers were accordingly invited to the patriarch’s sixty-fifth birthday.

And so, five-year-old Buffy in her starchy cotton dress and her silk ribbons shivered in the cool New York winter air, as Joyce held baby Dawn and tried to chat with her estranged relatives.

“Buffy, you say?” murmured Aunt Allison. “What an odd name.”

“Joyce insisted on the name,” Hank said, and Buffy didn’t hear her mommy’s reply.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go play over there?” he added, and before Joyce could protest, the little girl toddled off to watch the ice sculpture slowly melt.

But sitting quietly wasn’t, and never would be, Buffy’s talent, and so the little girl soon ran to the gardens, and started exploring the pretty flowers within. When she was peering under a willow tree—willow, she thought, what a pretty name!—she saw Grampa (or Great-Uncle, she didn’t know, Mommy and Daddy told her different things) Bill talking to a pretty man.

He was a man, because he was wearing a fancy suit. But Buffy suddenly wanted his color hair.

She turned her attention back to the Willow tree.

“Little girl, what are you doing alone out here?” She turned around, and Grampa-Great-Uncle Bill was no longer there. Buffy stared at the man.

“I’m not allowed to talk to strangers,” she said.He smiled, and Buffy thought his smile was real pretty too. “Buffy dear, I’m not a stranger. You met me awhile ago, remember?”

She remembered something about Aunt Susan, and Uncle Quince, and what Uncle Quince said about someone who liked Aunt Susan. “You’re ‘That Bastard Joe Black’ Mister Drew was talking about!”

She paused. “What does bastard mean?”

The tall man in black laughed aloud. “Ah, Buffy.“Call me Uncle Joe.”

He leaned forward to ruffle her hair, and Buffy scowled, because little girls who had to sit still five minutes for their mommies to fix their hair into perfect blonde ringlets did not want their hair to be mussed up again. She quickly grabbed his hand and yanked it down.

The contact of skin to bare skin made the stranger freeze, and as pretty colored lights danced up in the sky his laugh disappeared, and his pretty, suddenly sad eyes suddenly made Buffy feel uncomfortable.

But then he smiled again, and Buffy thought she’d like to grow up to like this pretty stranger.

“I have to go now, little girl,” he said softly.

“Will I see you again?” she asked, pouting a little, because he’s the first grown-up who didn’t make her feel like kicking something. He was more like someone she could have tea parties with, and sing, and dance silly music to.

“Oh, Buffy.” He flashed pretty-sad-pretty eyes again. “We will meet many, many times.”

A particular burst of light made Buffy look up, and it was beyond pretty, the sparkling blue, green, yellow, pink twirling across the sky like dancing fairies.

As the remnants of the fireworks died off, a frantic Joyce later found Buffy sleeping under the willow tree. 



edit: just realized I switched tenses halfway in the story. Grr.

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