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Summary: This is a responce to the Starting Over Challenge by Scifigirl :) can't think of a better name for the story sorry

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Stargate > Buffy-Centered > Theme: Buffy's Real FamilymybrokenangelFR1519840243,82716 Dec 0816 Dec 08No
A.N. This is a response to the ‘Starting Over’ challenge by SciFiGirl1. It was her ideas that started this story but the story itself is mine, I don’t like Dawn so she doesn’t feature into my story, sorry about leaving that part of the challenge out.

I do not own the Buffy the Vampire Slayer universe or the Stargate SG-1 universe, and of course I’m not making any money from this. I wish I did own them and was getting the profits cause then I’d be rich! Lol  thanks for reading this!



Chapter One – The end of one life

Buffy watched with an amused smirk as Willow and Xander debated the finer points of the Bollywood movie they had just finished. Shoveling popcorn into her mouth Buffy thought about the meeting Snyder had organized, a parent teacher thing. Buffy rolled her eyes Snyder just wanted to bitch to the parents about their kids; at least they didn’t have to be there. It was kinda strange that Willow and Xander’s parents had gone along to it, especially Xander’s; they were usually too drunk to care, the Rosenberg's were in town for once, not traveling as they usually were.

“Hey Buffster, wanna go to the Bronze later?” Xander said turning to his blond best friend, Willow his other best friend laughed and wrapped her arms around Buffy’s neck from behind.

“Yeah, we can get mocha’s and maybe Angel will be there,” she said slyly, Buffy grinned and nodded.

“Sure if mum says yes than why not? Dancing, caffeine, cute boys, what can go wrong with that?” She asked laughter in her voice. “Nothing Snyder can say to our parents will ruin today,” she announced, laughing her best friends agreed with her.

It was weird that it was being held on a Saturday but hey Snyder was a weird little rat man, who could tell how his mind worked. After a few more minutes of playful bantering they brought out their math and history homework and got started on it.

Three hours later there was a knock on the door and Buffy answered it cheerfully, her smile fading when she saw two policemen with grim and saddened faces.

“Buffy Summers?” asked the older one, at her nod he continued. “Can we come in?” he said not wanting to tell her the bad news on her front porch. Buffy hesitated then opened the door further and stepped back so they could enter the house, Willow and Xander looked up from their work as Buffy led them into the lounge where they were sitting. He raised his eyebrow at them. “And you two are?” he asked curiously.

“I’m Willow Rosenberg,” Willow said shyly not meeting anyone’s eyes.

“Xander Harris,” he said shortly, a deep mistrust of cops entrenched firmly in his mind from a childhood of alcoholic parents and their parties. The two policemen exchanged a look; at least they didn’t have to track down these two.

“We have some bad news for all of you, there was an incident at the school during the parent teacher meeting – I’m sorry but your parents – all your parents – they died earlier today. It was a gang on PCP, I’m sorry for your loss. Is there anyone you can stay with until we locate your next of kin?” they just sat there in stunned silence, Willow was the first to start crying silently, then Buffy wrapped her arms around Willow and started crying.

“Are – are you sure it’s our parents?” Xander asked hoarsely, fighting back tears. “Are you sure it’s them? That they’re dead?” his voice pleading for this to be a joke. Unhappily the two policemen nodded.

“They had their wallets with them, the bullets missed their faces, so it was easy to identify them,” the younger one said callously, at his words the girls started sobbing and Xander could no longer hold back his tears. The girls included him in their hug.

“We – we can stay with a – friend of my mums. I – thank you for coming,” Buffy managed to choke out, her voice thick with tears. The cops nodded and left the three distraught teens crying in the lounge room. The older one sighed he hated that part of the job, informing people of their loved ones deaths, especially when kids were involved.

When Buffy regained some composure she untangled herself from Xander and Willow and went to the phone in the hallway, she dialed Giles’s number from memory and waited anxiously for him to pick up, hoping and praying he was at home and hadn’t been at the school when the gang struck, she found it vaguely funny that an actual gang on PCP had done this, not vampires or anything demonic. After five rings he picked the phone up.

“Hello, Rupert Giles speaking,” he said calmly, Buffy let out a sob at his voice, at least he was ok.

“Giles? It’s Buffy, I – we – can you come over? Our – just please come over,” she said trying to stop crying.

“Buffy I’ll be over in ten minutes just hang on, everything’s going to be alright,” Giles said slight panic in his voice.

Buffy hung up the phone and went back to her friends who were sobbing on the couch. Buffy joined them tears streaming down her face. Xander wrapped an arm around her and held his girls tight as they cried together.

“I called Giles, he’s on his way over,” Buffy said quietly as she burrowed into Xander’s side. She felt Xander nod but he stayed silent; Willow buried herself deeper into his other side and held Buffy’s hand tightly. Together the three teens who were closer than most families ever could be cried and waited for the last adult who cared to come to them, for him to try to take away their pain.

Tbc…




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