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Home Is Where Your Luggage Fits

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This story is No. 1 in the series "By Chance (The Stupid Hat Stories)". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Family is where they have to take you in. Even if your mother was the nanny. Kennedy, Logan Huntzberger

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Television > Gilmore GirlsMatryaFR71321021,57313 Apr 1013 Apr 10Yes
Title: Home Is Where Your Luggage Fits
Author: Matrya
Feedback: Is like a long lost cousin that your uncle spawned during an affair with the nanny.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer does not belong to me. Nor does Gilmore Girls.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Gilmore Girls
In Canon: Post-Series for both.
Characters/Pairings: Kennedy, Logan Huntzberger.
Word Count: ~275
Author's Notes: Assumes Kennedy is the cousin of Logan Huntzberger from Gilmore Girls.
Summary: Family is where they have to take you in. Even if your mother was the nanny. Kennedy, Logan Huntzberger





Logan stared openly at the young woman on the other side of his apartment door. "Ken? What the hell are you doing here?" He took her in fully. "With luggage?"

"My girlfriend and I broke up. Long story, full of drama and self-actualization. Aunt Shira said you lived here, so here I am." She pushed past him, into the apartment. As she walked around, she continued to talk. "You can put up your favorite cousin for awhile, just while she looks for a new place or until they can transfer her work or whatever, right?"

He closed the door as she spoke, following her into the living room. "I thought you were living in New York."

"Was." She dropped her bags next to the couch. "Now, I'm staying in San Fran with my very favorite cousin in the world."

"Honor lives on the east coast," he replied.

Kennedy dropped onto the couch and looked up at him. "Look, I know I'm the black sheep of the family--"

"Your mother was the nanny," Logan said, pointing out the exact reason the family was not overly fond of her.

"And that expanded my horizons beyond the average Huntzberger circle."

"Living in a run down house in Brazil is not expanded horizons."

"But I speak six languages."

"I'll give you that."

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "All right, you want the straight skinny, don't you?"

Logan smirked. "Did I give you that feeling?"

"Always." She shook her head, trying to clear it. She started the long story of her estrangement from Willow. "Okay, so, we were getting pizza at Ray's..."

The End

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