Buffy twiddled her thumbs as she got off the bus. The love of her life was dead, her best friends would never understand, her mom kicked her out….why add more tragedy to the pile? Why did she want to confront her dad anyway? Her dad was never there, that was that. Why add more turmoil to what was already in the pile?
Simple, she needed an answer. She needed closure. She couldn’t go for weeks on end without seeing her dad and wishing to see him only to find out he was weaseling out of it anymore. If she was going to start a new life, she needed all the answers to this one, first.
Damn, her shrink would be proud.
She walked over to the large apartment, A5, and poised her hand to knock, when she heard a crash and a grunt. Fearing for her father’s life, she popped the door open with her slayer strength and ran inside.
What she found was most certainly not what she had been expecting.
Her father was not at the hands of a bloodthirsty demon, or even his secretary, but rather, the hands of a very large cardboard box.
The whole apartment looked completely bare, with cardboard boxes against the walls and also in isolated areas on the main part of the floor- like where the dinner table left. Buffy’s father looked up, and immediately a look of complete and utter annoyance flashed up on his face.
“Buffy,” he said. “Your mother told me you had run away,”
But Buffy ignored her father and looked at the boxes in horror. “Dad, you’re moving?”
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yes, Alicia was offered a position in Spain. I’m planning to go with her,”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked in disbelief, tears running through her eyes. Was it worse than she thought?
She had no idea. “Because I told your mother that I never wanted to see you again, Buffy, and if you were smart at all you would have respected my wishes. She’s the one who wanted children, not me,”
Buffy’s mind was reeling. Joyce had never passed any such message onto her.
“….Which is why I am leaving,” Buffy’s father continued, oblivious to the fact his daughter wasn’t paying attention. “I mean, you’re nothing special. Why, when your mother picked you out I didn’t even feel that you would work. But Joyce insisted, and it was her decision…”
“Wait, picked me out? What do you mean, picked me out?” She shoved the comment about being nothing special to the back of her mind. She was hurt, but it didn’t matter at the moment.
He glared at her. “Don’t interrupt your father. Or I should say, adoptive father, because you are not the fruit of these loins, and I am not going to pretend that such an average young girl did,”
“You’re not my father?” Buffy managed. That made her even more hurt. Obviously her real father didn’t even want her.
The man shrugged. “No responsibility for your creation whatsoever. Same with your mother, actually. An adopted bastard, that’s what you are,”
She pushed the comment to the back of her mind again. She needed cold, hard venom. She needed the slayer. “I’m adopted?”
“Yes, stupid girl, now please go. I need to finish packing,”
Buffy pushed the tears back, and turned to leave. “Your right. You don’t owe me anything,” she started to walk out, but then turned back. “If I’m adopted, where are my adoption papers?”
Buffy’s father ran a hand through his hair and sighed, wishing his daughter would leave. “Here,” he said, grabbing them off the table. “I was going to send Joyce these before I left. She didn’t want you finding them or my parental rights to go unnoticed, so she left them here,”
Buffy snatched the papers and began to leave. She paused, though, and pivoted back. "Oh, and one more thing,"
Buffy punched her father in the face, knocking him unconscious. "Self-serving bastard," she muttered, finally leaving without a second glance.
She sat on a bench near her father’s apartment, her tears finally coming. She reached up quickly to wipe the tears away before they got to the only link to her past.
Well….Pella Halliwell. She supposed she could have had a worse name….although she couldn’t think of one at the moment.
She guessed her new life was chosen for her. And the first step- find her mother and see why she was given up in the first place.
Ok, let’s see:
Disclaimer: Uh…don’t own BTVS or Charmed, and this was a challenge from lilacsandroses, so the idea doesn’t belong to me, either. The only thing that belongs to be is the combination of the words (although I was the one who came up with Buffy’s name…Pella…hehehe)