Prologue: The Truth of the Matter
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or House. Joss Whedon owns the former, and someone else owns the latter. No copyright infringement intended. This is written solely for entertainment value. A/N:
Hello! This is my first ever crossover story. I’m also rather new to the Houseverse, and would appreciate any feedback on how I’m doing with that part of things. Really, I’d like any feedback on my story. I’ve set the story the summer between seasons four and five for Buffy, and during the first three seasons for House. I made one serious canon change in Buffy: After Parker, Buffy didn’t want to risk on another guy and Riley just wasn’t enough to tempt her. I do not like Riley and could not stand to write a story where she’s missing him or pining for him or whatever. Sorry. The story best fits where it is, however, so changes were made. I hope you enjoy, and I would love to know what you think. Rating subject to change.
CT. New Origins, Same Great Slayer: Prologue The Truth of the Matter
Buffy stared at her mother, her mouth gaping slightly. She didn’t know what to say.
“Why? Why didn’t you tell me? Why are you telling me now? Why didn’t you tell me before?”
Joyce Summers sighed, watching her daughter deal with something she had never had any intention of telling her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I… “
“No! I don’t want to hear anymore. I’m going patrolling,” Buffy said, sounding weary, yet resigned.
Strolling through the cemetery, Buffy contemplated what her mom told her. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do about this new information. If it’s true, then her whole life was a lie. But what to do? She twirled her stake, at this moment hating that the summers were slow staking. The Initiative was done, and what was left of the soldiers were gone, so no competition. Spike was… somewhere… but even he wasn’t bothering her so all she had was time to think. And thinking was making her crazy.
After one fledgling in an hour, she called it quits and headed home. And found her mother waiting up for her.
“Buffy, we need to talk,” were the first words from Joyce upon seeing her daughter.
“About what, Mom? Are you going to tell me I was adopted now? Are you not my real mother? Obviously, you and Dad had no problem not telling me he wasn’t my father. What else are you hiding from me?” Buffy demanded.
“No sweetheart. I am
your mother. We didn’t tell you because Hank loved you like his own and we saw no reason that you should ever doubt that. I just… I just want to know what you want to do, now that you know.”
Buffy watched her mom, her mind whirling over this. There were options?
“What are my options then?”
“You could ignore it.” Joyce held up her hand as her daughter made to interrupt. “You wanted your options. I’m giving them all to you. You could look him up, give him a call, tell him you’re his daughter. Or,” here she smiled slightly. “Or you could take a trip to the East Coast for, say, a month? Maybe visit him, get to know him? Let him know? If you think he deserves to, of course. If you feel that he has a right to know that he’s a father. You may not be a baby, but he just might like you anyway,” she winked as she said the last, causing Buffy’s lips to twitch.
“Or he could be an ogre. Or a troll, wanting my money so I can cross his bridge,” the Slayer added with a laugh. It seemed she had already made up her mind. Besides, who wouldn’t
want to get away from the Hellmouth once in a while? Two days later, she was landing at Newark International Airport, Newark, New Jersey.