Sweet Child O'Mine - Guns N Roses
Title: Apples, Trees and Roots
Disclaimer: J.K. and Joss own all. I own battered copies of their collected works.
Spoilers: Season 7, book 5, my ficlet Numb the Pain
Summary: Faith never thought she’d become somebody’s family or The collected Black family reacts to their newest ‘misplaced’ member.
A/N: In my world, Faith was born in ‘83 (Buffy was born in ‘81, Kendra in ‘82), and Harry’s birth year is obviously pushed back. Faith was 15/16 in season 3 - making her 20/21 in season 7/book 5, so Harry was born in ‘87/’88 making him closer in age to Dawn. Also making up her mother and her Watcher’s name (which I don’t think they ever mentioned and I’m too lazy to go look it up). Apples, Trees and Roots
Sweet Child O’Mine
Faith had never known that Kathleen O’Riley had tried valiantly to track down her family until after Sunnydale had collapsed in on itself and Giles had been able to go over the Watcher‘s records of her time caring for the then potential slayer. She remembered Katie every day. The Watcher had showed up a few months before Marni had died, breaking it gently to both mother and the eleven year old that she might one day be called to save the world. The latest slayer had just died - two before Buffy.
Katie had ripped into her grandparents who hadn’t even attended her mother’s funeral less than nine months after Katie had come to find her. Her Uncles Jimmy and Joey weren’t any use because both hopped in and out of jail. Her mother’s ‘cousin’ Mary had died in ‘83 not long after Faith had been born, and her husband and sons left sporadic contact info.
As far as Faith had been concerned, she’d only had her mother and her watcher for family and fuck the rest of them. And for the longest time, she’d felt she’d failed both women. She hadn’t been able to cure her mother, and she’d froze when she could have saved her watcher.
“Miss O’Riley knew who your father was, Faith,” Giles had said quietly, once they’d recouped long enough to make sense of all their information. He’d pulled her aside, so she knew it wasn’t good news.
“I figured Ma gave Katie a name, but he lit out on us so screw him, ya know?” Faith sniffed at the dust from the books G-man had had her sifting through, not from any piddly girly emotion.
“He was a wizard,” Giles sighed.
“Huh? How’d Ma land a wizard
?” Faith frowned. “And how did Katie figure this out?”
“Do you remember anything odd
happening when you were around eleven or so?”
“Besides my Ma dying from cancer and Katie popping up? No.” Except she had a fuzzy recollection of her ma’s clothes flying around to Guns ’N’ Roses’ Sweet Child O’Mine
minutes before her Ma and Katie had come back from a doctor’s visit.
“Ms. O’Riley notes that when you were eleven, the Coven in England contacted her as well as a prominent Wizarding school.”
“Cause my sperm donator was a wizard?” Faith frowned.
“And because your letter telling you of your enrollment in the school had been held back, it would seem.”
“G-man, you’re confusin’ the hell outta me, so just say whatcha gotta say,” Faith crossed her arms.
“Because of your slayer potential The Council, the Coven and your watcher decided it was best that your growing powers be nullified,” Giles sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.
me, magically?” Faith felt her jaw pop at the revelation. “The Council and this Coven
decided my future?”
“It seems the Coven and Council were swayed because of who
your father is, and on the authority of a family member within the Coven.”
who never even met me decided my fate? Who the fuck was this bastard? Their little Morty bitch who’s got all the little witches and wizards in a tizzy?”
“Sirius Black. He was convicted of murdering thirteen people, including one of his closest friends.”
“A con. Convicted of murder. Apple don’t fall far from tree, does it?” Faith shook her head hard. “Are you fucking kidding me, Giles?”
“I have it on the best authorities that he was framed, Faith,” Giles laid a hand on her shoulder, which she shrugged off.
She’d been in jail for nearly four years before Angel had gotten her record expunged or some bullshit. She still didn’t like to be touched without clear hand signals prior to the touching.
“I can see if I can arrange for you to meet him, if you like. According to my sources, he never knew your mother was pregnant. The member of the Coven felt it was in your best interest that growing up as a potential was better than being ridiculed for being the daughter of a then convicted murderer.”
“An early death was preferable to sullying the family name?” Faith shook her head.
“Yes, that does sum up Narcissa Malfoy’s idea of best interests,” a strange British voice said from the doorway. “But, at that time I’m sure she was thinking more of her six year old son Draco’s reputation than her cousin’s only child.”