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Summary: Joyce's recovery after the surgery for her brain tumor involved outside aspects no one was aware of, at the time.

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Smallville > GeneralGreywizardFR1511,212162,1114 Aug 114 Aug 11Yes
Disclaimer: The Buffy characters all belong to Crack-Head Joss and ME, and Clark Kent belongs to Jerry Siegel and Joe Schuster. Deal with it. I have.

Category: Crossover with 'Smallville.'

Time Frame: Starts after the beginning of Season Five, Episode Ten, 'Into The Woods,' following Joyce's surgery, and then goes extremely AU.

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: None whatsoever.

Feedback: Of course! Let me know what you think.

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: This one is unbeta'd, as all of these submissions will be.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: This is story #3 for Challenge 6471: August Fic-A-Day 2011.


Sunnydale General Hospital
Sunnydale, CA

Joyce Summers' hospital room

November 29, 2000
In the very early morning hours

The air in the dimly lit corridor seemed to flicker momentarily as a tiny, slightly-built figure suddenly shimmered into existence.

Looking around curiously, the diminutive being paused as it finally caught sight of the motionless shape lying on the hospital bed in the room behind it, and then it moved, quickly and quietly, so as to approach the slumbering form.

"Hi, Gramma. I heard Momma and Aunt Willow and Aunt Buffy talking about when you had to go to the hospital when you were littler because you weren't feeling good and your head hurt a lot, Gramma, so I came to tell you not to worry about anything, and that you're gonna get all better. I promise," the tiny voice, which the room's subdued lighting now revealed to be coming from a small, dark-haired child, could barely be heard over the sound of the ventilation system.

"And I brought you a present, too, to make you feel better," the figure added with a cherubic smile a moment later, as a petite hand dropped a small clear crystal inscribed with an intricate, black symbol into the sleeping woman's palm and then curled the sleeping woman's hand around it.

A moment later, a subdued glow began to emanate from the loosely-clenched fist and quickly encompassed Joyce's entire body before just as quickly diminishing. The blonde's face quickly cleared and she gave a low sigh, apparently of relief from the discomfort she'd been experiencing, and once she saw that, the tiny brunette quickly retrieved the stone from the older woman's grasp.

"I'll see you later, Gramma," the little girl half-whispered before she then began retracing her steps out of the room and back into the corridor.

"Don't tell Momma I visited you, okay?" the tiny visitor requested in a low voice, as she paused just before she exited the room and turned to look back over her shoulder. "She told me I had to stay in my room, just 'cause I told Aunt Kennedy she should stop being a nasty bitch to Aunt Kara," she confided, "but I heard Daddy saying the same thing about her last night, so I don't think it's fair to make me stay in my room for saying the same thing Daddy did, do you? She didn't make *him* stay in their bedroom for saying it."

Another moment passed after the visitor finished speaking, and then, as the subdued light from the hallway fixtures glinted off the gold ring with the golden 'L' inscribed on the onyx stone on her right hand, her image slowly faded into an insubstantial shadow and vanished, leaving the hallway as deserted as it had been a few moments earlier, and without having left any overt trace of its presence.


November 29, 2000
Later that same morning

"Y'know, you've kinda freaked the doctors out with how well you've recovered from your surgery, don’t you , Mom?" Buffy stated as casually as she could manage as she and Joyce watched one of the interminable idiotic morning talk shows while they waited for the hospital staff to finish processing the Summers matron's paperwork.

"Truthfully, I couldn't care less whether they're freaked out or not, Buffy," Joyce replied with a shake of her head. "I'm just glad to be leaving this place and that I'm able to walk out on my own two feet."

"I'm very of the grateful that you can do that, too, Mom," Buffy agreed with a happy, but somewhat hesitant and cautious, smile. "I'm just saying, even I know that you're not supposed to be fully healed from that kind of surgery by the next day, that's all."

"Maybe some of your Slayer healing rubbed off on me, Buffy," Joyce suggested, with a semi-indifferent shrug of her shoulders. "I have absolutely no idea why I've healed as quickly as I have, but I'm not about to complain about it.

"All I care about, baby, is that I'm going home now, and I'm going to be sleeping in my own home tonight, with you and Dawn near me, and that's all that's important!"

"Yeah, Mom," Buffy nodded, trying not to let her eyes tear up with the relief she was feeling at the thought her mother was now apparently fully recovered, "you're exactly right. The fact that you're better is really all that's important."

As far as Buffy was concerned, this miraculous recovery her Mom had experienced was simply some long overdue repayment for all of the sacrifices she'd made since being Called.

Because any other thought or explanation was simply unthinkable.


Metropolis Suburbs

September 12, 2015

"Tara Joyce Kent, where have you been, and what have you been doing?!"

The tiny brunette spun around, her eyes wide as with surprise and alarm as she saw her mother sitting on her bed, a disapproving expression on her face.

"Uhm, uh, hi, Momma," was the hesitant response, as the little one was clearly uncertain of how best to respond to her mother's question.

"Well, young lady? Are you going to answer my questions?" the obviously aggravated figure demanded as she folded her arms across her chest in a universally standardized gesture of maternal displeasure. "Where have you been?

"Uhhmm," was the first response offered, followed by a hesitant "Visiting Gramma?"

"Why did you think you had to visit Gramma, and why on earth did you borrow your father's ring to do so?" was the immediate questions following the moppet's unexpected revelation.

"'Cause I heard you and Aunt Buffy and Aunt Willow talking after dinner about how worried you were when Gramma was in the hospital when you were all still in school and I wanted to tell her that she was gonna be okay, so I borrowed Daddy's ring so I could go there and let her know that, 'cause I didn't want to walk 'cause it's late and it's dark out," Tara reluctantly informed her mother in a rush of words strongly reminiscent of one of the girl's aunts when they were all much younger.

"And I borrowed Daddy's healing rock, too, to give to Gramma so she'd feel better," was the almost inaudible comment added to the end of the little one's explanation, which made her mother's eyes widen with surprise and more than a little concern.

Seeing the trepidation in her daughter's eyes after she'd confessed what she'd done, Dawn Kent shook her head in exasperation as she rose from the bed and moved to pick up the uncertain child.

{ And here, I thought that after growing up in Sunnydale, I'd seen pretty much every form of trouble a child could get into, } she thought to herself as she hugged her daughter close and murmured reassuring words of thanks to her.

{ Just goes to show what I know. }



Author's post-script: If anyone wants to pick this up and run with it, you're more than welcome to do so. Just let me know, so I can track it, okay?

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