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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

Kitchen and Cafeteria

Author’s Note:

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

Thanks very much to my Betas, Letomo and EllandrahSylver.

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.#

As you can see, I’ve inserted a chapter here and will add some more to this story later. I do not know exactly how long the total will be, but there will be a sequel. I hope you enjoy the expanded version.

Thanks to Scoobysranger for recommending the original, I hope you like the expanded version as well.


Janet Fraiser sat looking at the girl opposite her, who gazed at her as if she was the most interesting thing on earth. Her sister's kitchen smelled of baking pie and melting chocolate and Janet had the notion that the girl, Dawn, was jealous of the fruits of her mother's oven.

“You're Mom's sister?” She asked with all the world weary cynicism of the twelve year old she was.

“Half-sister.” Janet looked around the kitchen again; her hands clasped around a really excellent cup of coffee that would tempt Daniel out of his lair in under the mountain.

“And you're gonna help Mom find Buffy?”

“I'm gonna ask some friends of mine to help find her.”

“The police want her,” Dawn said bluntly. “They say she killed Kendra.”

“And did she?' Janet asked. Joyce had told her that the Sunnydale police suspected Buffy of murder, which no doubt had contributed to the girl's running away. But there was no APB for her in the surrounding counties, or LA, which made her doubt very much they had any sort of case.

“No. She liked Kendra, and Kendra liked her. Kendra was nice.”

“Ah. You knew her then?”

“Yeah, she was from Kingston, that's on Jamaica and she liked Bob Marley. When she came here Giles let her listen to it and she got hooked.”

Janet frowned. “Giles? Who is Giles?”

“A friend. He's the Librarian at the High School. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No. I’m divorced. What about your Mom, does she have a boyfriend?”

“Nah, she doesn't date much. There was Ted, but he tried to kill her and had murdered four other women. He hit Buffy and she hit back and he overbalanced and fell down the stairs and died,” Dawn said matter of factly.

Janet spat out her coffee and looked at Dawn in horror. “What?”

“He drugged us. I never liked him.” Dawn looked at the cookie by Janet's mug. “Do you want that?”

Janet shook her head, her face blank. Then she pushed the cookie to her niece. There was a cough from the door and Dawn hastily pushed the cookie back, grinning sheepishly at her aunt.

“No more cookies, Dawn. And you have to go do your homework.”

Dawn rolled her eyes. “It's vacation, Mom!”

“You have three projects and you're not cracking a single book before you're done with them,” Joyce said sternly.

“Mom! “Dawn whined. “It's all math and science and stuff!”

“Yes, horror of horrors. Math and science!” Joyce rolled her eyes and then gave her daughter a significant look. “I mean it Dawn. The sooner you finish them, the sooner you can go do the fun stuff...”

Dawn sighed. She looked at Janet. “Do you know anything about genetics?”

Janet smiled. “Yes. I'm a medical doctor.”

Dawn bit her lip. “Once you're done talking to Mom... would you help me?”

Janet smiled. “I'd be delighted.”

“'Kay, thanks! I can ask Willow to help with Physics and the trig.” The little girl skipped out of the kitchen, leaving Joyce and Janet alone. Joyce carried a fist-thick pile of papers in her hands and put them on the island.

“Why would a girl from Jamaica need to learn about Bob Marley here?” Janet asked.

Joyce smiled a trifle sadly. “Kendra? She was raised by a very strict guardian. I don't think she had much fun until she came here. Buffy helped her loosen up a great deal from what I understand.”

“Did you know her?”

“I met her once or twice. She was visiting and staying with Giles, who’s a friend of her guardian's.  She was rather shy and unwilling to mingle much.”

Janet could feel there was more to the story, but she didn’t think it politic to dig. She turned to the papers and turned them over. They were quite well organized and someone had tagged pages with different coloured post-it notes, neatly written in a round, childlike hand. There were handwritten sheets with a strong, cursive script and more pages, in a flowing, easy, artistic one.

She blinked. “Wow... Is that the correct number of murders for Sunnydale?”

“Yeah, it is.” Joyce winced. “Going to make it hard to sell my house if I ever want to move. If I'd known I wouldn't have moved here in the first place.”

“Right, if this is the complete file, I'm gonna call the General. Do you have a fax here?”

“No, but Willow scanned everything and I've got it on a CD.” Joyce pointed at the jewel case on top of the pile.

Janet smiled. “Got a computer with internet?”

“Yeah, in my office at the Gallery. But Willow will be here in a few minutes and she has a laptop we can hook up to the cable. It may take a while, but it will work.” 

“You don’t have computer here, but you do have cable internet?” Janet asked a trifle confused.

Joyce sighed. “It’s broken. I-I hit it,” she admitted with a blush.

“Hit it?”

“I sent an email to the FBI, to ask for help, and I phoned them, asked them to investigate, but they refused. I got a little… upset.” Joyce looked embarrassed.

Janet nodded. “I see. When will – Willow, you said her name was? When will she be here?”

“Any minute now.” The doorbell rang and Joyce rose. Janet cleaned up where she had spilled her coffee. Joyce came into the kitchen with a redheaded girl, a boy with bright blue hair and another boy with brown hair.

“Janet, these are Willow, Oz and Xander, this is my sister Janet.”

Janet smiled and shook hands. “Well, I’d like you all to tell me everything you know while I send off this information to my superior officers.”

Willow looked a bit mulish. “I don’t think the Army is gonna help.”

“The Army isn’t. Some Air Force officers are going to look at this privately. Now, if you’d set up your laptop we can start the data transfer,” Janet urged gently.

Willow giggled. “She sounds just like you, Ms. Summers.” She sighed, went back into the dining room and started connecting her laptop to the net, the boys following.

Janet gave her sister a bemused look. Joyce merely grinned. Janet sighed. “Right. Well then, let’s talk to them about this take back the night group they have going.” She shook her head. “You’ve got to admit they’re the unlikeliest bunch in the world to do that, Joyce.”

Joyce nodded. “They started out as a homework support group, mostly for Buffy and Xander.”

Janet grinned. “Now that I can believe.”




Jack O’Neill stormed out of his office and towards the base cafeteria, his face set in hard, angry lines.    

Daniel Jackson, cup of coffee in one hand, a book on the Hellenic Isis cult in the other, was almost bowled over. “Jack? You alright?”

“Did you know that Janet had a sister?”

Daniel blinked. “Um, she mentioned that the General ran into her half-sister…”


“Janet? Is everything alright?” Daniel asked, looking at the CMO as she sat playing with her food, oblivious to her surroundings.

“Hmm? Oh, hey Daniel. Yeah, fine.” Janet looked up, smiled wanly and returned to maltreating her Jello.

“You don’t look alright.” Daniel sat down, coffee in hand.

“I thought you hated that stuff?” Janet teased, noting the mug gave off the harsh scent of cafeteria coffee, not one of Daniel’s own brewing.

Daniel grimaced. “My coffeemaker is broken. It takes a week to get one through security.”

“You poor thing. But it was left standing for a year without maintenance…”

“Jack sat on the sideboard, it tilted, and Mr. Coffee fell,” Daniel pouted. “Why can’t he sit a on a chair like normal people, there’s no reason he has to…perch.”

“Mr. Coffee?” Janet coughed suspiciously. Then she sobered. “Daniel… the General ran into one of my half-sisters by accident.”

Daniel slurped his coffee and glared at his mug. It looked new. “You’re wondering if you should go see her.”


“Do it,” Daniel said without hesitation. “Don’t wait, go as soon as possible. If you hate each other, you will know and can choose never to see her again. If you don’t hate her, but like her… How much family do you have, Janet?”

Janet blinked. “Not much, no one really…” She looked up wistfully. “You think it’s a good idea?”

“Better than not going and always wondering. Sometimes you have to take a big step,” Daniel grinned.

Janet raised an eyebrow. “Was that a remark about my size, Daniel?”

Daniel’s grin widened. “Oh no. I leave that up to Jack and then I laugh at his expression when the big needles arrive.”

Janet laughed. “Thank you, Daniel.”

Daniel nodded. “You’re welcome, Janet.”

{End flashback}

“So yeah?” Daniel continued. “What? You’re angry because Janet didn’t tell you she had a sister?””

Jack raked a hand through his hair. “Don’t be ridiculous. Get Sam and Teal’c.” He hurried back into his office.

Daniel blinked and then shrugged, tucked his book under his arm and went to get Sam and Teal’c.


Jack sat in his office, his desk strewn with paper, graphs and hand drawn tables. A map of southern California and a one of LA were tacked to the wall. Sam blinked at the signs of a type of work she never thought she’d saw the colonel do. “What’s all this for, Sir?”

“Janet’s niece has run away from home,” Jack snorted. “At first I thought, why did she send me this? And then I looked at the stuff.”

Jack gestured at the maps and graphs. “She’s suspected of murder, but there is no APB on her. The place she comes from has one of the highest murder and accidental death rates I’ve ever seen,” he tapped a particular graph that compared the statistics for Sunnydale, California with Washington DC and New York. “And get this; one of the major causes of death is neck trauma.”

Sam grabbed the report, her face worried. “What? Oh not a Goa’uld!”

“I don’t know, we may need to check. At any rate, Janet’s niece is a part of a ‘Take back the night’ group and one of them got killed and despite testimony from group members, a testimony from her High School Principal has convinced the police she’s a person of interest.” Jack snorted again.

“Ah, her friends might be covering for her…” Sam suggested.

“I’ve got her permanent record. This guy has had her on notice for suspicious loitering in the library. Thirty-nine times.” Jack stated dryly.

Daniel laughed. “Well, a normal teen in a library is suspicious.”

“Something is goin’ down in Sunnydale and someone has set up this girl, Buffy Summers. And we’re gonna make certain she doesn’t fall.”
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