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Summary: Hank isn't Buffy's father. Apparently, it's a brilliant doctor in New Jersey. What happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force?

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Television > House, M.D. > Buffy-Centered(Recent Donor)ConstanceTruggleFR1349,30848021,03428 Sep 098 Dec 09No

Have Faith

New Origins, Same Great Slayer

Chapter Two: Have Faith

With a nod from House, Wilson was out the door, followed by Cameron. They rushed outside, hoping to find some idea where she was when they found her, instead. She was sitting on a bench outside the doors, crying into her phone.

“What if she dies? What am I gonna do then, Angel?” she asked, looking up as she felt eyes on her. “Listen, I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you from Chicago, okay?”

Doctor Cameron sat next to her, watching her thoughtfully. “You know, I kind of know what you’re going through.”

Buffy snorted at this. She knew doctors could and did make up stuff just to make their patients feel better or easier about something. “Right. Your mom die of cancer, too?”

Allison shook her head with a sigh. “Your mom’s not dead yet, and no. My husband died of cancer.”

Buffy look stricken. “I’m so sorry.”

Wilson stood back, watching Allison’s compassion at work.

“You know,” the brunette began. “You could have your mom moved here.”

Buffy blinked at her, but Allison was just getting started.

“It’s perfect! You’d be here so you and House can get your results and do whatever, and your mom can get better. I mean, Doctor Wilson is one of the best oncologists. He’d take care of your mom, do everything he can to make sure she gets better. What do you say?”

“I’ve already changed my tickets,” was the reply.

“That’s okay. Go home, pack for your mom. Then come back.”

Buffy nodded and reached for her phone again. The two docs stayed quiet while she called home.

“Spike? What are you doing at my house?”

“Oh, okay. I still can’t believe you watch that. Is my mom back yet?”

“She didn’t tell you? Umm…”

“I know, it’s just hard. Mom’s, well, she’s at the hospital. She’s got a brain tumor. She said she’d be home…” Buffy looked at her watch. “In a few hours. Great. Hey! Can you get me the number to the hospital?”

“Thanks! Bye Spike!”

She sighed and looked sheepishly at Allison. “She’s still at the hospital. I guess it really hasn’t been as long as I thought it was.”

The doctor nodded, knowing that bad news can make time slow to a snail’s pace.

“Well, why don’t you call the hospital and talk to your mom? Get this straightened out, then we’ll give you a ride back to your hotel, okay?”


With that, the slayer called the hospital. Since her mom wasn’t an admitted patient, however, she didn’t have a room or phone. She couldn’t have a cell phone because of all the equipment, so Buffy thought she’d have to wait until she got home. But Doctor Wilson gently took the phone from her and asked to speak with the attending physician. After a few minutes of chatter that the blonde couldn’t focus on, the phone was slipped back into her hand.

“They’ll be faxing her information to my office as soon as they finish the tests. Now let’s get you back to where you’re staying, then we’ll drop you off at the airport,” he suggested.

“Actually, if you could just take me to the airport? My room’s paid for, and I have clothes at home, so I don’t need to bring anything.” Buffy looked up at them both. “Thanks docs. I really appreciate it.”

“Call me Allison. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot of you.”


The little blonde smiled softly at them both as they set off for James’ car.

House was wondering where the two doctors could be. It didn’t take that long to bring a tiny little thing like Buffy back up here. He sent Chase and Foreman off to run tests on their newest patient while he waited. Over an hour had passed. The two fellows were back, but no sign of the oncologist or House’s erstwhile suitorette.

“So,” Chase began. “Is it true, then? She your daughter?”

House glared at him. “It’s true that there is a possibility that she might be. Is it true that you’re hot for me? I hear all these rumors…” he trailed off.

Foreman snickered a little at this, knowing his constant teasing of the Aussie led to some of those rumors starting. Chase, however, just sulked. House sat up as the two missing doctors returned.

“Where have you been?”

“We dropped Buffy off at the airport,” James replied.

“You what? Why? You were supposed to bring her back up here!”

“Well, if we wanted her to pack, we had to let her go home, right?”

“Her mom is being moved here. Doctor Wilson is going to treat her, so Buffy had to go home to pack some of her mom’s things and bring her mom back with her,” Allison cut in.

House nodded curtly and limped out, heading for the clinic to put in his hours before going home.

Buffy hugged her mom as soon as she got home, tears flowing fast. Spike slipped into the kitchen, not wanting to intrude.

“Oh Mom! I missed you. Are you okay? How’s your head? Do you have a headache? Can I get you anything?”

“I’m okay, sweetheart. The doctor gave me something for the headaches. I missed you too. Now tell me why I’m going to be treated in New Jersey when I could just as easily be taken care of here.”

“Well, Doctor Wilson is supposed to be the best on call guy. And it’s not like you have to be here. I mean, Spike can take care of the house and patrolling. He can stay here, and that way no one will think the house is empty or anything. And you’ve trained your people at the gallery well, mom. They’ll be able to handle it without you for a while.” It was here that her voice changed, sounding younger and more insecure. “I only want the best for you, Mom. If going out to New Jersey will give you the best care, then we’re going to New Jersey.”

Spike sauntered back into the room. “’Lo Slayer. When do you leave?”

Buffy grinned. She knew the bleached pain in her butt wasn’t being mean. “Tomorrow morning. You can stay tonight, if you want. Then you can watch your Passions and whatever else you do during the day. Better stock up on blood tonight, though. Mom, we’re gonna do a quick patrol and get him some blood. Then I’ll get you packed up and tucked in, okay?”

Joyce rolled her eyes but nodded. She could damn well pack her own things. She went upstairs to do just that as the two super-beings headed out.

“So how you holding up, pet?” Spike asked as they strolled through Restfield.

“I’m alright. If James really is as good as Allison said, then Mom should be fine, right?”

Spiked nodded. “Sure she will. Your mum’s a fighter. She’ll get through this, and so will you.”

Buffy leaned on the blond vampire briefly. “Thanks, Spike.”

“You gonna tell your friends you’re in town?”

“I wasn’t planning on it. I mean, I’m turning around and leaving again, right? What’s the use in getting them happy to see me only to leave them again? It’s better this way.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.”

“So how about that dad thing you were checking on? Is it true then?”

“Dunno. It feels like it is, and Mom wouldn’t lie to me about that… but we’re waiting on the test results. He needs some of Mom’s DNA first, then he’ll run the test.”

“What’s he like? He like you?”

“No way! He’s rude, a jerk, and thinks he’s always right. And he wants to know about vamps.”

Spike blinked at that, casting her a sidelong look. “Why’s that?”

“The night before I met him, I was patrolling and two vamps attacked him and James. They saw them go poof, and don’t have the Sunnydale Denial working.”

“Shame, that. You gonna tell them?”

“Not if I can help it. I’ll just keep ignoring his questions until he stops asking them.”

“Let’s hope it works, Slayer. Don’t want to see you hurt.”

The two walked on, not a single vamp to stake, no demon to defeat. It was boring and pleasant. They talked about random things until they got back to the house, Spike going to the basement and Buffy up to her mom’s room.

The next morning dawned bright and sunny. As usual. Buffy had her mom’s bags by the door and was rushing around to make sure they didn’t forget anything. Spike and Joyce watched with amusement as Joyce gave Spike the house-sitting instructions.

“Alright. No wild parties,” she winked at him. “My number and Buffy’s are by the phone. Also where we’re staying. We’ll call you when we land. Here’s an extra key to the house, and one to the Jeep. We’ll be leaving it at the airport, so if you could go pick it up later, that would be great. I’ll leave some money for the parking. There’s an envelope of money in the freezer. When the bills come in, if you could take care of them, that would be great. I left two months worth of checks for the regular bills, all you have to do is fill in the amount. Please keep track of that for me.” Joyce stopped here and put a hand on Spike’s shoulder. “Thanks for doing this for us, Spike. You are truly a good friend.”

“No problem, Mum. Everything will be taken care of, don’t worry.”

Joyce smiled and gave him a quick hug as she left the house. Buffy followed, giving Spike a hug as well. That surprised him, but he chalked it up to her being grateful that her mum didn’t have to worry about things while they were gone.

It was raining when they landed. Summer storm, the cabbie said as he drove them to the hotel. Buffy just wanted an umbrella. She didn’t want to think about things, but all she could think about was what would happen if her mom died? What if they couldn’t get her better in time? Then what? What would she do? How would she live without her mom? She wasn’t ready for her mom to not be there.

At the hotel, they settled in as Buffy called Spike to let him know they were there safe and sound. They had the first visit with James the next day, and he told her he’d call them every night, then, to see how things were. She hung up after letting him know that they’d call right away if there was an emergency. Then she called her friends. They were concerned, and worried, since Joyce was the only good example of a maternal figure any of them had. Giles offered to fly out, as did Willow. Buffy turned them both down. She told them that she’d keep them updated on what was going on, and gave them her number just in case. She also let them know that Spike was house-sitting, so not to worry if they went by and the lights were on or someone was moving around inside. She had a feeling they were going to check in on him. She only hoped Xander would leave him be.

James Wilson walked into Greg House’s office with a slight smile on his face.

“Buffy will be here today. Her mom’s first appointment is in less than an hour, and Buffy said she’d be with her,” he told his friend.

House looked up with interest. “Ten?” he asked. At Wilson’s nod, he nodded himself. “I’m sure I’ll find a reason to come in around then.”

James sighed. “Look, why don’t you just… I don’t know. Come in? You’re a brilliant doctor, and you still need to get a swab from Mrs. Summers.”

House nodded again, deep in thought. He was going to see the girl that could very well be his daughter again. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but that little story she told fit too well. He never even noticed his friend and colleague leave.

Buffy led her mom through the hospital and up to the fourth floor, to James Wilson’s office. Unfortunately, they had to walk right by House’s office as that was the only way she knew to get there. He wasn’t in. Thankfully. She knocked on Wilson’s door, entering when he called for her to.

“James!” Buffy smiled. “This is my mom, Joyce Summers. Mom, this is Doctor James Wilson, the on call guy.”

Wilson chuckled as he shook Joyce’s hand. “I’m the head of oncology here, Mrs. Summers. If you two would take a seat?”

As Buffy and her mom sat, Joyce looked at the nice young man and smiled. “Joyce, please, Doctor Wilson. If you’re going to be intimate with my brain, the least you can do is call me by name.”

“Well then, Joyce. How nice to see you again,” came a voice from the doorway. Buffy groaned as House limped his way in.

“Greg. You’re looking… well, worse than the last time I saw you. But I do think being drunk adds a little something to a person, don’t you?” she smiled sweetly at him, not in the least bit phased by his acerbic behavior.

Why do you have to be so dramatic?” Wilson groaned. “Just take the sample and go do your test or something.”

House rolled his eyes and pulled the swab from his pocket. “Open up, Joyce.”

She glared at him as she did and he swabbed her cheek. He turned to go, throwing one last shot over his shoulder. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Joyce. If you’re wrong, your face is going to be so red.”

Buffy looked back and forth between the retreating back of her father and her mom. “I’m just gonna…” she trailed off, but Joyce knew she wanted to talk to him.

The slayer caught up with the hobbling doctor easily enough. “Hey. Can I go with you? I know I’m probably not supposed to but I really just want to know and you know, that stuff is kinda interesting and all.” She looked up at him with big, liquid eyes.

He glanced at her with a look that told her she was wrong. “I’ll be sending these out. We should have the results in about a week.”

Buffy looked down, slowing her steps, “Oh. Okay then.” She was already turning to go back to her mom when she felt his hand on her arm. She looked up at him and saw that he looked uncomfortable.

“You can still come, you know. Just my office instead of the lab.”

With a smile, Buffy joined the man.

House had long since sent the swabs off to be tested, adding one of his own to the package and now the two were sitting in the conference room throwing his big tennis ball back and forth. Few words were exchanged between them, yet the silence was not discouraging. Buffy passed the time waiting for word on her mother as she and Wilson had gone to run some tests. House was contemplating this girl who could be his issue. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she turned out to be his. What he wanted to do. But that was something he would have to figure out later. Both heads turned toward the door when it opened, Buffy heaving a sigh when it was just House’s fellows. When they started talking medical, though, she went way beyond bored. She only understood about one in five things, so it was with relief that she snatched at her ringing phone.

 “Hello? ... oh hey Wills. What’s the what? … He did what? … No, no. I get it. What did you do? … You didn’t! … You did? Really? I wi… would have liked to be there for that! … Xander did what??? What did Spike do? … Really? You want me to what? … Alright. I’ll call Angel, see what I can do, okay? … Yeah, I’ll call you back. … Kay, bye!”

“Cordy? I need to talk to Angel. … He is. … Alright, I’ll try that. Thanks. … Yeah, you too. … Kay, I’ll let her know. Bye!”

“Hey Angel. … I’m not in your town, so back off. … No. I need a favor. … I need you to get Faith out of prison.” Buffy groaned as she saw the docs turn to stare at her. “Look, Angel. I kinda can’t talk about it right now. Call Giles, he can explain. But we need someone there, and I don’t know when we’ll get back. … With Mom’s cancer the way it is, we could be here for a while. She was even talking about getting an actual place to stay while we’re here, but she wanted to talk to Wilson, first. You know, see what he says about her. And school! She wants me to try and transfer here. … It’s Princeton, for crying out loud! I’ll never get in here. … I don’t care what my SATs were. Angel, you’re not getting the point. I missed so many classes last year because of Maggie Walsh and her wackiness that I’m surprised UC Sunnydale even took me back. … No. … Angel! You can’t buy my way into an Ivy League college! Anyway, you left me, remember? You have no say in my life. So just… get Faith out, okay? They need her. … Spike’s leaving. Said he’d stick around long enough to see they had the Hel… everything covered, but then he was taking off. … Yeah, I miss you too. Call me when you know. … Goodbye Angel.”

With a deep sigh, she called Willow back, putting her ‘peppy face’ on.

“Hey Wills! Talked to Angel. He’s going to try. He thinks he can, but he’s not a hundred percent. … Yeah, he’ll call me when he knows. … Butting into my life, what else? … Haha! Travers is going to have a fit, you know that, right? … Yup! I’ll call you when he calls me. Later!”

“Hey Spike, it’s Buffy. Just checking in. I heard about Xander. Call me when you get this, okay? Bye!”

Looking up at House, she cocked her head. “Eavesdrop much?”

“All the time. So. Prison?”

With a smirk, she shrugged. “Yup. Had this philosophy, you know. Want. Take. Have. Got her into loads of trouble. But she’s a good person, really. Remind me to introduce you to her sometime.”

Buffy sat in her mother’s room, waiting for her to get back from the last of the tests for the day. It was dinner time, and she found some good take-out places from House and his ducklings, and ordered up some Chinese. Simple, delicious, and allowed by Wilson. She smiled when her mother was wheeled back in, happy that they were tackling this thing now. Glad that they knew about it early enough to try doing anything.

“Hey Mom! I brought dinner.”

Joyce grinned back at her daughter. “Great! After we eat, there are a couple of things we need to discuss.”

Buffy nodded, but knew her mom well enough to know that she wouldn’t speak anymore about it until they ate. When they could eat no more, Buffy packed away the remains for her after-slaying snack and looked at her mother expectantly.

Joyce sighed and decided to start with the easy part first. “Buffy, we’re going to be here for a while. I think it would be best if we had a home to go to instead of just a room. Especially you. You need someplace that you can call your own, a retreat for you when you need a break from all this. I would like you to start looking for a house for us with room for you to train. And enough room for any of your friends that might show up. Okay, darling?”

Buffy blinked and nodded. This was a lot of responsibility her mother was handing her. “Sure, Mom.”

Mother and daughter looked at each other for a moment before Joyce spoke again. What she told the Slayer had her reeling.

“You did what?!?”

A/N: I like to think that since Riley’s not around to antagonize him, and Buffy’s not trying desperately to impress Corn Fed, that she and Spike could have had a friendship. So I gave them one. I’m trying a different style on the phone call thing. My mum didn’t get something because of the way I laid it out, so I’m trying this way. Let me know if it works for you. Also, I’m not sure about this chapter. There are parts the drive me nuts, but I think it works, so I’m posting it. My mum was going to beta for me, but she’s got school and then she got sick, so this is also unbeta’d. Next chapters should have marked improvement. Final Chapter Word Count: 3380
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