Chapter 19: A New Co-Conspirator
Chapter 19: A New Co-Conspirator
Warning: I don’t know; maybe language and innuendo somewhere along the way.
Challenge: #4472 ‘Bunny is my what?’
A/N: Thanks to my betas for their help... zigpal and CindyB, although this chapter is done without their input. I just had to put it out there right away.
A/N2: I’m sorry, I know I promised the students, but this baby bunny hopped on my computer and insisted I take care of it. Luciana Bosera (‘Bow-sara’ long ‘o’ sound) is an OC of mine.
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“So, this is the Buffy I keep hearing about!” Ducky’s mother declared when she was finally introduced to Buffy one evening before dinner.
Unsure about what had been said, Buffy answered hesitantly, “Umm, maybe?”
Enjoying the look on the young woman’s face, as well as that on her son’s, Mother Mallard taunted them both, “For the past few weeks, all it’s been is ‘Buffy this’
and ‘Buffy that’
Ducky wanted the earth to open up and swallow him. Course, maybe he should be careful with thoughts like that. “Really, Mother! You make it sound like more than it is,” he admonished her, worried that Buffy would think he wanted a different relationship with her than they had.
She just brushed aside his concerns, and shooed him out of the room, “You hush! Leave us alone; I wish to get to know her better.”
Ducky apologized to Buffy as he left, but she just smiled in return at him. She knew there wasn’t anything like that to their relationship, so she concentrated on how to break the news to the other woman.
Buffy sat down on a nearby chair before asking, “What would you like to know?”
“I know that you make my boy happy, but are you good
enough for him?” she demanded shrewdly. The elder woman wanted her son to have somebody, but not if they would turn around and hurt him.
“Honestly? No. But our relationship isn’t like that anyway,” Buffy replied as kindly as she could.
Mother Mallard narrowed her eyes at the young woman and demanded crossly, “Why? What’s wrong with him?”
Buffy wasn’t upset by the anger in the woman’s voice; she expected it. “Nothing! Like I said before, though, I’m
not the right woman for him. He’s much too refined and sophisticated for someone like me.” Before the older woman could object, Buffy continued, “Sure, he can take me to the Opera and other cultural things like it. And maybe I could even learn enough to carry on intelligent discussions with him about them. But I would never have the same passion for them as he does, and he deserves somebody who does, don’t you think?” she concluded gently.
“But he seems so taken with you!” Mother Mallard insisted, not wanting to give up so easily.
Shaking her head, Buffy explained, “Purely as a…” she hesitated over the wording, “…an uncle. Maybe a roguish
uncle,” she teased, happy to see the old woman’s eyes twinkle in response.
The elderly woman sighed, disappointed again. Then she had a thought, “What about your mother? Is she available?”
“Mom died a few years ago. But now that I think about it, there may be someone…” Buffy trailed off.
Mother Mallard sat back up, excited by the possibility of a new woman. “Who?”
Buffy brought her attention back to the other woman. “A semi-retired member of the Council I work for. I met her while I lived in Italy. She is the only child of a famous Opera baritone. He was killed at the end of WWII when it was discovered that he was running an underground railroad for the political enemies of Mussolini. They captured him and publicly executed him. Fortunately, Luciana and her mother were able to make their escape,” she finished sadly, but at the same time, happy for her Italian friend.
“But she would be too old to have children if she were alive during the Second Great War,” Mother Mallard announced, dismissing the idea.
really want children so badly?” Buffy pointed out, almost certain she knew the answer already.
That caused the older woman to hesitate. Then she confessed her real concern, “I don’t know, but I don’t want him to be alone when I die.”
Buffy hurried to assure her, “He won’t be. He has me and my friend Giles. And there are also the people he works with; a lot of them love him like he’s family, too. And I know some of my other friends wouldn’t mind being ‘adopted’ by such a wonderful man and his equally caring mother,” she added thoughtfully.
Mother Mallard’s eyes grew bright with moisture. “Truly? And this woman? Luciana…” she prompted, still unwilling to give up on the idea of her son having a woman to love as she loved his father.
“Bosera. Who knows? But I can invite her to come visit and we can see if there are any sparks,” Buffy suggested with an evil smile. Well, it would have been evil if it were under different circumstances.
The elder woman nodded her head, approving of this young lady, even if she wasn’t going to be the
woman in her son’s life. “What do you think?” she asked, hoping there was a chance.
Buffy thought about it for a minute, then commented, “Well, he’s my ‘uncle’ and she’s my ‘aunt’; it only makes sense that they get together. And she really is better suited for him than I am – or really any of the women in his life that I know of,” she added honestly.
“So you’ll call her?” Mother Mallard pushed.
“Tomorrow. I promise,” Buffy vowed with a smile.
Mother Mallard sat back in her seat, relieved for the first time in years. “Good, now tell me more about yourself. We’ll see about getting you the right man. Maybe I can have great-grandchildren, even if I can’t have grandchildren.”
Buffy just rolled her eyes at the outspoken lady and giggled. They talked for a while, until Ducky carefully poked his head in the door to check on them. Buffy waved him over, winked at ‘Mama’ Mallard, and remarked casually that they were just finishing up the wedding plans.
The two women burst out laughing at the look of shock on the poor man’s face. When he realized they were only teasing him, he shook his head in mock despair. He was astonished that Buffy had been able to not only survive his mother, but joined forces with her. Then his mock despair turned real; he stood no chance against the two of them.
A/N: Next…The students. (I promise!)