Title: Details in the fabric
Disclaimer: All rights to their respective owners: I own nothing and this is entirely for entertainment.
Time-line: None, trying to stick to a few certain events from either show but keeping its own time-line.
Summary: My whole life, it had been like we'd been missing something, a thread in the fabric of our family. When Dean came back, I found the thread I was missing, so did my mother.Preface
The walls were covered with frames, containing pictures of her entire life.
From her first steps, to the first ballet-recital, her first day in junior high, her days as a cheerleader at Hemery in Los Angeles, her old friends from Hemery, some family pictures of her and her parents. There were newer pictures; baby pictures again, first steps, ballet-recitals all over again, a picture of the father figures in her life, all of them standing around a very small bassinet with a big pink bow. Her mother as she cradled a little bundle. But the one picture that hurt to look at, that was the image of her younger sister. Dawn. Dawn had given her life to keep Buffy and her - at the time - unborn baby, to keep them safe.
It had been so many years since then. So much had happened since the day Buffy Summer had lost her sister and her lover. She wished she could say it had been worth it, that the fighting and the losses, that the breaks, bruises and scars were all worth it. She looked back on that wall, like so many times before, the wall of her life. She looked it over, each time seeing new little things in the pictures of the smiling faces of Willow and Xander, Giles with his nose in a book, Angel and Spike glaring at each other, Anya laughing, her mother and her sister and herself all looking sternly into the camera, her father and his new wife and their dog, posing on the front lawn.
And down by the side, like a little footnote in her life's history, was the image of a young man. He had a cocky lopsided grin and hazel-green eyes. His hair were tussled and he wore a red shirt that seemed to make those full lips seem even fuller. Some nights she'd stand in this exact spot and trace the line of his jaw with her finger, a memory that would always stick with her. I'll be back.
The famous last words. She turned and looked into the living room. Yes, it had been a long time since her life had been uncomplicated and dangerous. Since she knew right from wrong.
“Cassandra Dawn Summers, get your butt in gear! You're supposed to be in school in 15 minutes.”
The twelve years old girl looked up at her, smiled and got up from the floor. “Sure, sure,” she said, and took her bag. She placed a soft kiss on Buffy's cheek and out the door she went.
She couldn't help but feel like the girl walking out the door was more like her father than Buffy wanted to admit.