Daddy's Little Girl
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: The first few were based on actual songs, but the ones that came after in the shuffle form didn’t mesh well as ‘revelation pieces’, so no more song titles.
Also, there have been a few mentions of ‘saving Sirius’. The first few chapters are flashback-y, but the universe continues on from the point we left Faith in NtP
. The events of season 7 and book 5 occur nearly at the same time. Season 7 ends just
before all hell breaks loose in book 5. Apples, Trees and Roots
Daddy’s Little Girl
Remus Lupin would have claimed her as a Black even if Rupert hadn’t alerted him to the fact. The squaring of her shoulders, the wry laugh of disbelief and the bugger-all attitude that he’d seen for seven years on his one of his best mate’s face marked her as Padfoot’s daughter. He even remembered when she must have been conceived.
Two years after their 7th year, Padfoot and he had been in Boston, trying to find allies within the Salem Academy graduates. Remus had been serious in their task, and also was making tentative connections with various shifter communities, and Sirius had been enraptured by a petite brunette with a cherry red auto.
Remus almost hadn’t believed Dumbledore when he’d told him of Sirius’ daughter. If he hadn’t recalled that trip to Boston - a trip he almost hadn’t
gone on in favor of Peter - he would claim the girl was lying. He rubbed a hand over his face, seeing so much of his friend and that youthful American Muggle in her.
“Who’s this Narcissa bitch to me?” Faith crossed her arms and stared at him.
“Your father’s first cousin, one of three that he has,” Remus gave her a small smile. Blast Sirius for being too cautious - for a change - to come here and meet with his daughter. They all knew that Voldemort might try and use him to lure Harry out of safety.
“You his boyfriend?” Faith gave him a slow one-over.
“No. We’re old friends. I’m Remus Lupin,” he stretched out his hand, feeling a foreboding sense of déjà vu.
“You’re more than a wizard. What kinda demon you got up in you?” Her fingers twitched, and she glanced at Rupert.
“I am a lycanthrope,” Remus sighed. As a slayer - which had he not gotten conformation from Dumbledore nearly three hours ago, he still wouldn’t have believed they existed - she was more sensitive to the magical disturbance his other nature gave off.
“Werewolf would have been easier to say,” she shook her head at him.
“Do you have a distaste for -”
“Look, Lupin, long as you don’t go humpin’ my leg or try to make a chew toy outta me, we’re five by five, ya get me?” She waited for the slow nod of his head before continuing. “Now, you gonna explain why it is you’re the one telling me about my bitch of a cousin and my ex-con of a father