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This story is No. 1 in the series "B,B,WtD?". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Buffy fills in for an injured Xander at NCIS and meets her father, who thought she died two decades ago. **With fanart by MistressAshley.**

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NCIS > Buffy-Centered
Literature > Action > Author: Tom Clancy
(Current Donor)mmoochFR1349106,845971383519,31320 May 0921 May 14Yes

Chapter 29: An Old Surprise

Chapter 29: An Old Surprise
A/N: NCIS canon change – Shannon’s parents died shortly after Kelly was born. Obviously, who they visit will not be a surprise to anyone. This will be at least a two-part visit.

Warning: I don’t know; maybe language and innuendo somewhere along the way.

Challenge: #4472 ‘Bunny is my what?’ by CindyB.

Thanks to my betas: zigpal and Chrislover.

Disclaimer: BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy. NCIS characters belong to Donald Bellisario, Don McGill and CBS Paramount Television. Jack Ryan and his friends belongs to Tom Clancy. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.

Posted In Honor of the 61 reccomendations and over 180,000 hits on TtH!



Stillwater, PA

When the door to his dad’s home opened, Gibbs greeted him calmly – at least on the surface – “Hey, Jack.”

Blinking back the surprise of seeing his son again, Jackson blurted out, “Jethro! What are you doing here?”

“Not happy to see me?” Gibbs asked, not really offended by the backhanded welcome.

Jackson stepped aside to let Jethro in. “Of course I am; just haven’t seen you since--”

Seeing his dad falter at the mention of the funerals, Gibbs quickly cut in, “Well, that’s actually what I’m here to talk to you about. Why don’t you have a seat?” he suggested. Maybe Buffy was right about this being too much for the old man.

Jackson grew suspicious. First the unannounced visit, then wanting to talk about the girls. Something weird was going on here. “What’s the matter?” he demanded.

“Just sit down so I can tell you.” After his dad took a chair, Gibbs took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He figured that it was best to just do it fast – like ripping off a Band-Aid. “The accident that supposedly killed them only injured them. After that, Shannon chose to go into the Witness Protection Program with Kelly. Long story short, Kelly is back and working at NCIS – only she goes by the name Buffy Summers now. She doesn’t remember being Kelly Gibbs either.”

A few minutes of the clock ticking loudly passed as Jackson tried to wrap his head around the announcement. Despite his deep desire for it to be true, he had to ask, “So, wait! How do you know she’s really Kelly? Maybe this is some kind of sick joke.”

Gibbs understood his dad’s reaction; really, he did. If things had been different when she first got there, he probably would have been more leery about the coincidence, too. “For one thing, I knew before she did; for another, we had a blood test done. She’s Kelly, and she’s outside, waiting in the car.”

Standing up, Jackson glared at his son. “In this weather? Get the poor girl inside! I raised you better than to leave a woman sitting out in a freezing car,” he rebuked harshly.

Already halfway out the door, Gibbs called over his shoulder, “You got it, Pops.”

~~~~~~~~~

After hauling in a bunch of bags containing leftovers from their feast the day before and unpacking them in the kitchen, Gibbs went back into the living room where his daughter and dad were standing there in awkward silence. That was unusual for his bubbly girl.

Before he could say anything though, Buffy started talking, “Umm…hello, sir. It’s good to meet you. I’ve never had grandparents before. I mean, of course I’ve had them; I just never had the chance to meet them. Mom’s died before I was old enough to remember them, right?” Gibbs nodded. “Well, and Hank’s-- uh, they never cared about meeting me. I thought they just didn’t like that he married Mom. Guess it was ‘cause I wasn’t really related to them.”

Jackson’s heart melted at the sight of the young pixie shifting from one foot to the other. Despite his earlier misgivings, he fell in love with his granddaughter all over again. “Shush, child; relax. Did you even breathe during that whole speech?”

Buffy felt his acceptance and smiled brightly. “Just learned the art of babble from Willow, and then practiced some more recently with Abby. So, what should I call you?” she asked shyly.

“What do you call Jethro?” he inquired, fighting the urge to rush over to her and grip her so tightly she couldn’t disappear again.

“Most of the time I call him Gibbs – ‘cause not too many people at work know about us yet.” She ducked her head in an adorable fashion as she continued, “In private, though, I call him Papa Bear or sometimes Daddy, if I’m really emotional…which I try not to be.”

Seeing his son choke up at her admission, Jackson responded thickly, “Nothing wrong with emotions, and I imagine finding out your dad isn’t who you thought he was is cause for lots of emotions. Well, I called my grandfather Dada, but if that sounds too juvenile, you can always add Jack to it.”

Buffy rolled the name over and over in her mind to get a sense for it, “Dada Jack…hmmm, I like it.”

“So do I.” Jackson’s control finally snapped and he held out his arms to her. “Now come over here so your Dada Jack can give you a hug.”

Her own control gone in the wind, she threw herself into his arms, unable to stop the tears from falling. He just held her while she cried. Gibbs walked over so he was next to them and took Buffy’s hand to offer comfort.

Jackson moved them so they were sitting on the couch. “I guess we have about 20 Christmases and birthdays to make up for,” he murmured into her hair.

Buffy shook her head though, not willing to move back far enough to look him in the eye. So basically it felt like she was wiping her head against his chest. “I’d rather start from scratch. We can never get back what might have been, and to be honest, I don’t want to try. So far, me and Papa Bear have been doing a good job of becoming father and daughter based on who we are now. Can I do the same thing with you?”

He tilted his face to kiss the top of her head. “I’ll accept whatever relationship I can have with you. What about your mother? How is she handling all this?” Jackson inquired, belatedly realizing that they hadn’t really discussed Shannon yet.

Gibbs winced as he saw Buffy stiffen. “Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to tell him,” he apologized to her before explaining to his dad, “Dad, Shannon died a few years ago of a brain aneurysm. Buffy was the one who found her.”

Jackson’s arms just tightened around his granddaughter. “Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Was there anyone to help you?”

“Yeah, I had my friends and…” Buffy trailed off painfully.

“Who?” Jackson gently prompted.

Buffy bit her lip, trying to figure out if she should say. “It’s just I haven’t talked much about this, and I’m not sure our first Christmas together is the best time to tell you, Dada Jack.”

The middle-generation member of the Gibbs family gently stroked Buffy’s hair, reminding her, “There really isn’t a good time for it, baby girl. I think it’s best to get all the emotional stuff out at once.” His tone turned slightly teasing then, “Besides, didn’t you once tell me that it isn’t really a holiday or birthday until you’ve suffered some gut-wrenching misery?”

To Jackson’s surprise, Buffy giggled. When she turned back to her grandfather, she was still clinging tightly to Gibbs’ hand that wasn’t in her hair. She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, trying to collect herself.

“Okay, if you’re sure you want to do this now…” Jackson nodded warily. “I had my friends and my sister to help me get through Mom’s illness and death. Then everything fell apart when some nutcases took my sister, Dawn. They wanted to sacrifice her for their goddess. I tried to save her, but I was hurt really bad. When I woke up 147 days later, Dawn was gone…dead. Before the ‘sacrifice’, they erased her existence somehow. Only my friends and I remembered her anymore. The schools, Hank…nobody else knew about her.”

Jackson’s expression was indecipherable while he listened to her description of events. “What happened to these people? Did the police get them?”

Buffy shook her head, “No, but they aren’t a danger anymore.”

“How can you say that? What happens the next time they think their goddess needs a sacrifice?” Jackson demanded; something about his tone was niggling at the back of Buffy’s brain.

“Because there isn’t going to be a next time,” she replied harshly. She knew it was risky to admit this to a stranger – even if he was related to her. Maybe especially since he was related. Who knows what his reaction would be, after all. “My friends and I killed them all – including their goddess. We knew they couldn’t be brought to trial, but we weren’t going to let them get away with what they did. The ones who survived the battle when I was injured were tracked down once I recovered.” As soon as she calmed herself down, Buffy realized how bad this must sound to him. “I suppose you think I’m a horrible person now, right?”

There was that look again in his eyes. Jackson seemed to be debating something in his mind. Finally he asked, “Before I answer that, can I ask you a question or two – without you assuming I’m crazy?”

“Uhh, sure.” This sounded suspiciously familiar to the Slayer.

“Jethro?” When he got his son’s agreement, Jackson continued, “Do you believe in the supernatural? Witches, vampires, that sort of thing? The reason I ask is the situation you describe sounds like it could have been a real sacrifice. It would explain how Hank didn’t remember his own daughter.”

Flabbergasted at his dad’s obvious prior knowledge, Gibbs bit out, “You knew about this stuff and never told me?”

Buffy muttered under her breath, “Pot…kettle; let’s talk.”

Jackson just glared back at his son. Huh, it was hereditary. “If I had told you, you would have thought I was crazy. Besides, it sounds like you already know.”

Suddenly Buffy couldn’t stand it anymore and yelled out, “What the heck? Does our family have some kind of supernatural bull’s-eye plastered on it? Did a Slayer save you, too, Dada Jack?” Odd as it might seem, that pet name came very easy to her.

“Don’t know who or what a Slayer is,” Jackson replied, shaking his head. “I know about demons and vamps from a program I was in during WWII.”

And there was that gut-wrenching misery she was waiting for. “Oh goddess, it wasn’t the Initiative, was it?” Buffy pleaded, hoping against all common sense that she wasn’t right.

He was startled at both her knowledge of the program and her apparent unease about it. “Yeah, The Demon Research Initiative. How did you know that?” Jackson inquired.

Buffy let out an un-Slayerlike whimper, followed by a very Slayerlike growl. “Because they are the biggest pain in my butt. Or they were until I had the President shut them down.”

Recalling all the good they did back in his day, Jackson was stunned. “Why would you do that?”

“They created messes that my people and I had to clean up…twice,” she snarled before she caught herself. She had to remind herself that things changed, and maybe what her grandpa was involved with wasn’t the same organization she had to fight against.

Jackson didn’t want to believe his granddaughter would do anything bad, but he was baffled how she could be on the opposite side of the DRI. “I don’t understand; how could them fighting demons and learning better ways to do it cause trouble?” he questioned with clear confusion.

“They didn’t stop with fighting them. They wanted to learn better ways to control them by putting behavior chips in them or building a ‘better’ soldier, using different demon parts,” Buffy explained, disgust dripping from her voice.

The former DRI operative was horrified. Had they been doing things like that when he worked for them? “My god! What were they thinking? How could they possibly control creatures like that?”

Buffy snorted, “They couldn’t, hence the need for us to clean up after them. The first time was during my freshman year in college when they Frankenstein’d Adam: part demon, part human, part computer and powered with uranium. It took four of us and some serious mojo to take him down. It almost cost us our lives, too. It cost them 40% of their people. I assumed they would be smart enough to learn from that fiasco not to mess with the supernatural again.”

Hearing the answer in her voice, Jackson still asked the semi-rhetorical question, “I take it they didn’t?”

She shook her head sadly, “Nope. A few months ago, I got a call from my ex – who was part of the original program, and who I thought knew better – and he was calling to ask for help to clean up another mess. This time they tried to make vampires daylight-proof, hoping that the behavior chips would keep them in line.”

Totally lost, Jackson asked, “How would that help?”

“The chips are supposed to make them unable to hurt humans,” Buffy explained.

“What happened?”

“The chips shorted out from the added stress of the vamps being in daylight. So now they had daylight-proof vamps without anything stopping them from making snacks of the local population. It took a Slayer team almost a month to track them all down. Fortunately for us, they had a list with sketches of all the vamps they did this to. The other thing that made it easier was that the daylight-proofing wasn’t something that could be passed from sire to childe,” she said with a sigh of relief. What a fiasco that would have been!

Jackson breathed his own sigh of relief before a horrible thought occurred to him. “How can they be sure the vampires didn’t get their hands on the formula?”

The Council had the same fear and asked the surviving members of the Initiative who wanted to work with them about it.

“‘Cause a friend of mine destroyed it and all the materials associated with it as soon as he found out that they had gone back to experimenting. Graham couldn’t stop what happened with the vamps, but he could keep them from making it worse.” Buffy bit her lip, ashamed about what she was going to say, but said it anyway, “It may be horrible of me to say this, but I’m just glad the vampires killed the scientists who knew the formula instead of turning them. By the time they calmed down from their murderous rage, all that was left were the technicians who didn’t know squat. They were the ones who proved it didn’t survive the sireing process.”

Reeling from the shock of her news, Jackson leaned back in his chair. “I just can’t believe that the organization I trusted turned into something like that. Was it ever what I thought it was?”

Buffy shrugged helplessly. She really hoped it was what he believed in, but she couldn’t lie to him. “I don’t know, Dada Jack, but I’m gonna ask the President to get me the complete history of the group to find out.”

“Why would he give you that information?” Jackson asked. Were the surprises ever going to stop?

“Because your granddaughter is the top Slayer for the Council,” Gibbs proclaimed proudly.

Rolling her eyes at him, Buffy teased, “Gee, Dad, can you sound any more like a parent whose kid made the honor roll?”

Gibbs was in a oddly playful mood and so he tweaked her nose in response. “Hey, kiddo, it’s a big deal to me; I get the joy of knowing you keep the world safe.”

“Well, me and about a thousand other people at the Council – not to mention all the freelancers who hunt demons. Granted, some of them are bad guys too.” At her dad’s confused look, she explained, “They don’t care about evil or not evil; they just kill all supernatural creatures…even people like Oz and Jordy.”

Remembering a term that came up several times already, Jackson finally asked, “What’s a Slayer?”

Resigned to having to do her version of ‘the spiel’, Buffy began, “Okay, so up until me, she was the one girl in all the world, supernaturally gifted to fight the demons and vampires. When I was sixteen, I died, and that Called the next Slayer. For the next six years, there were two of us. But then last spring, we needed extra help to fight the biggest of the baddies, so my witchy friend cast a spell on the Slayer’s weapon, which activated all the girls who were Potential Slayers. Now we have hundreds of Slayers, and we’re still finding more of them.” She went on to give him the lowdown about how things were before the Scoobies took over the Council and how they were now.

Jackson’s expression was one of pure anger as she finished up. “So they would have taken you from Jethro and Shannon if you hadn’t ‘died’?”

“They would have tried,” Gibbs growled.

Buffy gave him a sad look. “And probably succeeded. Even if you had been able to stop them the first time, they would have just come back with greater fire power. They might have just killed you and Mom if you made it too difficult for them. As much as it hurt you to think we were dead, I’m glad that it happened this way. If it hadn’t, they would have turned me into a drone, and Dada Jack would probably be the only one of us still alive.”

Feeling the need to get them away from that topic, Jackson smiled at his granddaughter – his own pride evident. “Well, I’m just glad that these girls have you looking out for them. It sounds like you and your friends are perfect for this responsibility. I do want to know how this got you into NCIS, though.”

She shrugged again, not worried she was admitting a weakness of sorts. “Since there are only a handful of Watchers left – that we trust to help us rebuild – we decided that we needed to learn how to run an organization from the best groups in the world. I started by coming to NCIS.”

“When you’re done there, then you’ll be moving on? Do you know where?” Jackson asked, wondering how long he would have with her before he lost her again.

“Nope, but I’m not worrying about that just yet.” She chuckled, looking at her dad. “Giles told me that Mossad is interested in having Faith go work with them.”

Gibbs’ expression wasn’t as amused, though. “That could be dangerous. Can you be sure she won’t shift her loyalty to them?”

“I’m sure other people are worried the same thing could happen with me – especially seeing as how I’m working with my dad. But yeah, I trust Faith; she’s learned the hard way to stay loyal to the group. While it’s more difficult to live with the restrictions we have, deep down she’s happier with us, and nobody can change that.” Her eyes turned hard and calculating. “I pity anyone that tries ‘cause they’re gonna have one hell of a fight with her. We told that to the Mossad, and they assured us they wouldn’t try. Not that I don’t believe they’d love to have a Slayer in their organization, but they wouldn’t risk the world for it. So they do believe in one thing above their mission,” Buffy conceded. Something about their director rubbed her the wrong way.

Just then, Buffy’s stomach rumbled, reminding them all they needed to have their Christmas celebration meal. They moved into the kitchen and began to warm up all the leftovers Buffy and Gibbs brought with them.



A/N: During the episode "Frame UP", Gibbs mentions that his father painted pin-up girl Betty Grable on the nose of his P-51. From this it is possible that Jackson served in the USAAF during World War II. (from wikipedia)

A/N2: Next…Snippets of the past. {I may need some help here, folks. What are some amusing stories Jackson can tell Buffy about Gibbs’ childhood?}
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