So Show Me Family
Samuel was sitting down for breakfast at a small café not too far from his hotel when he heard somebody walking towards him. Not recognizing the scent as the waiter’s, he looked up to meet the blue eyes of Dawn Summers.Disclaimer:
Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; Patricia Briggs owns "The Mercedes Thompson Series" and related characters; I own nothing.Author's Notes:
I had spent some time with my little sister, and this was the result. Title comes from "Ho Hey" by The Lumineers. Final stretch of super belated fic-a-day crossposting.~*~*~
Samuel was sitting down for breakfast at a small café not too far from his hotel when he heard somebody walking towards him. Not recognizing the scent as the waiter’s, he looked up to meet the blue eyes of Dawn Summers.
“Morning,” she told him brightly, dropping down in the seat across from him before he’d barely registered her presence. “Gorgeous day, don’t ya think?”
“Please, sit,” he muttered, taking a long drink of coffee.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be quick. I already caffeinated,” she replied, although she looked longingly at the leftover bacon on his plate. “Busy day ahead, but you’re here for a conference too, so you understand.”
“Why do you think I’m here for a conference?” he asked mildly, genuinely curious and a little disturbed. He hadn’t mentioned to Buffy the night before the reason for his visit to the city.
Dawn smiled at him, and despite its apparent friendliness, there was an underlying threat underneath. “Oh, I looked it up. There aren’t that
many Samuel Cornicks in the world, you know.”
Samuel slowly placed his coffee mug down and stared at her. “You looked it up?” he repeated, not believing her for a second. Unless looking it up meant hacking into several systems. That’s something he would expect from his own brother, though, and he didn’t know Dawn Summers well enough to make a judgment yet.
“Yep.” She popped her “p” just like Buffy did. “Amazing the things you can find the internet these days.”
There was an insult or a threat in there, Samuel was sure of it. Or maybe he was just being paranoid. Buffy hadn’t mentioned her family or her friends much during their time together. The wounds had been too fresh for her to feel comfortable opening up, or at least that’s how he interpreted it. The one thing that he did remember was an off-hand remark about her sister having the potential for evil geniusness.
“Can I help you with anything?” he asked carefully, unsure of where exactly this conversation was heading.
“Oh, no. I just came by to say hi when I saw you, that’s all,” Dawn explained with a shrug. She pulled out her cell phone, glanced at the time and made a face. “Well, I have to run if I don’t want to be late for the first translation panel.” She got to her feet and looked like she was going to walk away before turning back to him.
“I thought you said you’d be late.”
“Psh. Dr. Johnston never wakes up this early. Everybody knows that,” Dawn dismissed his concern with a wave of the hand. “Besides, this is much more important.”
His wolf growled, feeling like they were going to walk into a trap. Warily, Samuel asked, “What is?”
“I saw how happy my sister was after she ran into you yesterday,” Dawn told him, all business. “And you do anything to fuck that up… well, everybody sleeps sometimes.”
He raised his eyebrows, not quite sure if he was hearing her correctly. “Are you threatening me?”
“Little young me, threatening a big bad ancient wolf? Now why would I do that?” Dawn smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “There’s something you should know about me, Dr. Cornick: I don’t make threats. Oh, and for the record, try Mexican. Buffy’s been complaining about not having access to good tacos for about a month.”
With a flip of her long hair, Dawn walked away, leaving a slightly stunned Samuel behind.