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Summary: My own forays into the wonderful world of Fic-for-Alls. Crossovers used: Labyrinth, Anita Blake, White Collar, Highlander, Harry Potter, Castle, In Death, House, NCIS, Merry Gentry, Bones, Leverage, Num3rs, Star Trek and Supernatural

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - FFAChristyFR182819,2821210,8868 Oct 1227 May 13No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

Family Ties

Title: Family Ties
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Burn Notice
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #11
FFA Pairing: Dawn/Michael Weston
Spoilers: none
Summary: Michael gets a request for help from a familiar face
Author's Note: This is a little snippet for a story I might expand later, if Musie is being cooperative.


I was relaxing at the bar with Sam, since he dragged me out from my place to help me get over Fiona heading back to parts unknown after our last big fight. So, yeah, I figured I'd indulge my old friend, though the consolement seemed to stop around the time Sam caught sight of the first girl wandering around in a bikini. I just smiled and sipped on my beer as I amused myself watching Sam just being Sam. He'd gotten us a second round and was trying to talk to me about a couple of security cases he thought I'd be able to help out on when he broke off mid sentence, glanced behind me and muttered “Oh please, Sweet Jesus, be legal!”

I snorted and turned around to take a look at the girl he was drooling over as she came around and actually sat down in the seat between us. I glanced over at her, wondering why she was trying to sit with us when there were plenty of empty tables available. It took me a moment to recognize her, since the last time I'd seen her, she'd been in pigtails and pouting when her older sister got to go to the movies with me but Aunt Joyce had told her she wasn't old enough for the movie. I grinned as I turned to answer Sam's question. “Yes Sam, she's legal, but you can't hit on her.”

“Why not?” he asked in something perilously close to a whine.

“Because she's my cousin, Sam, and you know my rule about hitting on family.”

“Yeah, forgot about that,” he muttered into his beer.



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I took in the youngster- no, dear God, she was 24 or so now- in front of me as Dawn ordered a Corona from the waitress and propped her legs up on the balcony in front of our table. I tried to ignore Sam's grown as her tank top pulled up enough to bare a line of tan skin above her shorts.

“What's with the Greek tattoo, Dawn?” I asked, indicating the inked script in dark green on her hip with a tilt of my bottle.

Dawn smirked as she took a swig of her drink. “Buffy always said I was the Key to her getting through Mom's death.”

I nodded. “I remember- Mom told me about Aunt Joyce when I got back into town. I'm sorry, Dawnie. So what are you doing in Miami? Last I heard from Buffy, you were in college in New York.”

“Yup, graduated early from NYU with honors, and just been helping out the group that's been together since Buffy was in high school.”

“Cheerleaders!” Sam interjected. “Please tell me there's cheerleaders.”

Dawn laughed. “Buffy HAD been a cheerleader once, but she'd more of a community leader kinda thing now. They've expanded it a bit since we left Sunnydale.”

Sam spit his drink out at that statement. “Mike, you never said your family moved to fucking Sunnydale!”

I shurgged. “I didn't know. Mom and Aunt Joyce really didn't talk much after she and Hank divorced. If I'd known, I'd have said something,” I said with a scowl. I knew what really went on around that damn Hellmouth. What had Aunt Joyce been thinking?

“See, Little D, I told ya they'd know,” a husky voice said over my shoulder as a curvy brunette pulled up a chair and sat between me and Dawn. She had on a black tank top with “Bite Me” in blood red script and jean shorts that looked like she'd been painted into them. Black eyeliner rimmed her eyes and a dark gloss was slicked on her lips as she took a swig of her beer.

“Faith, I just wanted to catch up with my cousin first,” Dawn said, glancing over at the other woman and shaking her head, a grin on her face.

Faith shrugged. “No skin off mine- just figured you'd wanna get home in time to wake Spike up, in your own special way, of course,” she said with a smirk as my cousin blushed.

“Who's Spike?” I asked, nodding for another round for all of us when the waitress glanced over in askance. No matter the original reason for Sam trying to distract me, the sudden appearance of Dawn from New York with her intriguing friend in tow definitely had me curious.

Faith's face split into a wide toothed grin. “Spike is Dawn's good friend,” she explained, putting extra emphasis on the last two words. “They've known each other since she was a teenager.”

“Faith's unhealthy interest in my love life aside, we did come to Miami for a reason- we need your help,” Dawn said, pulling her legs back down and looking over at me seriously.
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