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This story is No. 3 in the series "Weird sisters". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Janet visits a diner and meets a girl who calls herself Anne

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Stargate > Joyce-Centered(Current Donor)vidiconFR723,15534411,95321 Oct 1114 Jan 12No


Author’s Note:

Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Thanks very much to my Beta, Letomo.

The following ways of notation may be found in this story. This is excluding whatever I need to represent chatting, texting and stuff like that. And you can thank Twilightwanderer for the Abbott and Costello.

Speech: “Who’s on first.”

Thought: *What’s on second.*

Vision: #I-don’t-know’s on third.#

A chapter was posted to fill in some bits before this. I’m not entirely certain, another may follow between that and this, messing things up even further. And possible more than one, and even some after this one. MY apologies for the confusion, nevertheless I hope you enjoy it.


It was obvious to Janet that the young girl who was waiting at the tables was terribly inexperienced at it. The dishes were balanced, but the trick there was to doing it, which she herself had learned while waiting at tables in college, the girl hadn’t mastered. Janet sat down and saw that Colonel O’Neill was doing the same at a different table near the kitchen door. She chuckled lightly at the memory of Jack hearing about the young runaway and his subsequent aid, not to mention how George Hammond had reacted.

It was amazing what a two-star General and a former Black Ops Colonel could get done. And one of the things they’d gotten done was to trace the girl now waiting at tables to LA, to a certain bus stop and then to an employment agency, where her lack of age, experience and social security number had led to her swift departure from the building. And then the acquisition, really remarkably fast for a girl so young and inexperienced, of false identity papers. And then getting hired at this run down diner.

Which had made Jack laugh and made him insist to come along to meet the girl. Janet studied her, her face sad and wan, her whole posture forlorn. She came to Janet’s table and flipped her notebook.

“What can I get you, ma’am?” She asked politely, but still with an air of inexperience about her.

“Coffee, black and a piece of whatever pie you recommend.”

“Cherry is best today. I’ll be right back.”

Buffy returned with the pie and the coffee and put them down. Janet looked around, saw that there were no other customers and slipped a twenty across the table. “And I’d like a talk…Buffy.”

Buffy froze, wide eyed, as she reached for the note. “Who…what?”

“I’ll explain if you sit down. Please?”

Buffy looked at the counter where her boss was looking on, frowning, until the other customer, the graying man with the slight limp, went up to him and whispered something.

“Please, sit.” Janet pleaded.

Buffy slid into the seat and looked at the woman in front of her, she was small, brown or auburn haired, and had a military bearing.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Buffy edged slightly towards the door, as if to make a run for it.

“My name is Janet Fraiser. I’m your Mother’s half sister.”

Buffy blinked and her mouth fell open in shock. “Wha’?”

“Yes. It was a surprise to both of us as well, at least that we met. My commanding officer met your mother by accident and thought there was a likeness. Dawn ran into me at the Gallery. And then I heard you’d run away.”

Buffy stiffened. “I did not run away!”

“Yes, I know, she told you that if you left you needn’t bother coming back. She told me she’d seen something that shocked her and she overreacted. Buffy, tell me honestly, do you really think your Mom, Joyce, would kick you out? Really? I’ve only known her for a week or so and I don’t believe that.”

Buffy played with the fringe of her apron. “She said it…”

“And she’s regretted it ever since. Buffy, at least talk her. Let her know you are alright.” Janet pleaded softly.

Buffy bit her lip. “Why isn’t she here then?”

Janet smiled sadly. “Well, we thought you might make a run for it if she just walked in. So she’s outside in the car, with Dawn, fretting and crying.”

Buffy blinked. “M-Mom’s here?”

Janet rolled her eyes. “Of course she’s here! She loves you. Trust me on this.”

Buffy looked at the man behind the counter again. The man who’d come in just after Janet was drinking coffee and talking and seemed to put her boss at ease.

“I-I don’t know if I can talk to her…”

“Would you please try?”

“What if she shouts at me? Tells me she never wants to see me again?”

Janet sighed and grabbed the girl’s hand. “Come on. Colonel? Would you be so kind as to take care of Buffy’s duties?”

Jack raised an eyebrow at her, and then shrugged with a half smile. “Sure,Captain.”

“C-colonel? Captain? ” Buffy asked in confusion.

“I did say commanding officer.“ Janet replied with a smile. “I’m a doctor for the Air Force. The Colonel was kind enough to help me find you.” Janet grinned at the man. “And I didn’t even have to threaten him with needles.”

Buffy nodded, looking rather stunned. “Oh. I see.”

Janet led her silent niece out of the diner and to the car that was waiting. Joyce had the car door open and Buffy in her arms before Buffy could even speak. “Oh, Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I love you, please, please, please come home.”

Janet lifted an eyebrow at Buffy with a rather smug ‘I told you so’ expression. Buffy’s face was a picture of bewilderment.


A second pair of arms went around her as well, smaller, but hugging just as tightly. “Dawnie?”

“Will you come home? Please?” Dawn asked in a very small voice.

Buffy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I will come home, but not yet. I’ll give you my address. I-I need some time to figure things out.”

Joyce ran her hands over Buffy’s back, then cradled her face. “Of course. Take the time you need. But please come home.” She gave her daughter a piercing look and then cradled her face in both her hands. “Right after I see you eat some proper food.”

“Mom!” Buffy groaned while running her hands over her little sister’s hair affectionately. “But what’s with the new Aunt thingy?”

“Aunt Janet, Buffy, not Aunt Thingy.” Dawn said with a grin.

Buffy stuck out her tongue. “I meant, since when do I have another aunt, in the Army even.”

“Air Force.” Janet corrected with a smile. “And since your grandfather was a two-timing cheating son of a bitch.” Joyce raised an eyebrow and Janet flushed. “Sorry, pardon my language.”

Buffy giggled. “Glad to see the eyebrow works on younger sisters too, not just daughters.”

Joyce sighed, letting go of Buffy slightly. “Come on, let me take you somewhere and feed you. And you’ll need some more money. But you can be sure we’ll be talking about how you found a false ID so fast.”

Buffy grimaced. “Ah…err…oops.”

Janet laughed. “Well, the Colonel was quite impressed. Why don’t you three go have dinner and I’ll talk with your boss, hmmm?”


The End?

You have reached the end of "Diner" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 14 Jan 12.

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