Blood (Buffy/Henry Spencer [Psych])
Series: 25 Memories
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns the Buffyverse, Franks owns Psych.
Series Summary: 25 December themed ficlets, with a FfA twist.
Part Summary: Real family is there for you when you need them the most.
Pairing: Buffy Summers/Henry Spencer (Psych)
Series A/N: All titles are song titles. A fanmix was involved. All of the ficlets are either set pre-series or to the end seasons seven/five (2003/2004). They’re memories. J Also, pimping 25 for 25
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A/N: Set just after the Body (which happened around/just after Christmas! They were having Christmas dinner!) 25 Memories
He was surprised his old rattletrap truck could handle the speeds he was pulling, as fast as he was going. He’d already been pulled over twice, but a flash of his badge and a mumbled excuse of the death in the family had the cops looking the other way and giving him a warning to slow it down. Not that he’d listened. He’d tried getting a hold of Shawn, but the best he could do was to pass the message through to Gus.
The front door was flung open the minute he parked in front of the house. All he saw was a blur as Dawn pelted to his side, her arms clinging to him as if she thought he was going to vanish. Two women who looked to be the same age as Buffy weren’t far behind, concern in their eyes as they watched Dawn throw herself at him.
“Shh, I got you, Sunshine. I got you,” Henry pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding the teen tightly to him. “I’m Henry Spencer, the girls’ uncle.”
“Tara, Willow! Where’s -” Buffy rushed down the porch steps, fear in her eyes.
In that moment, she reminded him so much of her mother. Emotion lodged in his throat, reminding him that this sweet innocent woman had been taken from them. That her girls, her precious girls, had been left alone to fend for themselves. Henry watched as Buffy’s lip quivered at the sight of him. He stretched out his free arm and Buffy was there in a minute, clinging to him as fiercely as Dawn was.
“I got you. Uncle Henry’s here now, I got you both.”