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Summary: That awakward moment where you don't know what to say.
Fourth in the "Altair's Reflection" Series.
I think I will do a full length story eventually to go along with this, for right now it's just one shots. :D
Awkward, one word to summon up this entire situation.
Buffy stood there, leaning against the desk while Desmond absorbed the big shock she had just placed in his lap. The look he had on his face when she shown him vampires and demons was nothing compared to the completely shocked looked he had on his face now. Big wide honey eyes stared up at her, while his mouth moved up and down as he struggled with the words. The Slayer just calmly sipped her coffee, patiently. Good thing about remembering Altair's life, she learned to have patience. Well, sometimes.
"I...I have a daughter?" Desmond asked, his breath shaky.
"Yeah," Buffy nodded. "You do."
"And she was made? Not born?" Desmond tried to swallow that fact. "And your her mother?"
Buffy nodded. That had been a shock to find out. Dawn had been feeling that Hank wasn't her father, she didn't look a bit like him and came to Buffy for permission to do a parentage spell. Buffy argued at first saying that she took after Mom, that's why she didn't look at Hank, but Dawn wasn't convinced. The younger girl pointed out that if she was made just from Buffy's blood than why didn't she look like a carbon copy of Buffy, and Buffy finally relented. She hadn't expected to come out as Dawn's mother, and she could tell that her sister--or daughter--was upset. Joyce had been a wonderful mother that no one would ever replace in Dawn's heart. Buffy wished that didn't hurt.Damn those monks,
Buffy thought to herself. If they hadn't already been dead, she might have done it herself.
"But your my ancestor," Desmond looked disturbed.
"Told you the universe had a sick sense of humor," the blond shrugged. She already had that is so wrong moment when Desmond disclosed his ancestry after she told him who her past life was. "Look, Desmond, I know this is a lot to handle," Buffy set down her cup of coffee. "It's a lot we've dropped on your lap, and I don't expect you to like the situation, but I do expect you to take Dawn into consideration."
Desmond looked up at her, and she continued, "Our father, or who Dawn thought was her father, never won the World Best Dad award. He basically abandoned me and Dawn, and it hurt Dawn. I'm telling you this because as much as Dawn is trying to deny it, she wants a relationship with you. I don't want you to go to her unless you are sure you are going to be sticking around. I won't have her hurt again." Her golden eyes narrowed, and she leaned down in his face so close that he caught the flecks of hazel and green in them. "If you hurt her, descendant of mine or not, I will kill you. Is that understood?"
"Yes," Desmond swallowed thickly. "I understand."
The two jumped apart and looked at Dawn who stood in the doorway. The youngest Summer's (or Miles now) girl smirked, "You two trying to make me a younger brother or sister?"
The two blanched and Dawn giggled.
Desmond bit his lip then rose from his seat. He looked nervous and he stared up at Dawn, who immediately became just as nervous. "So...uh, what are you up to?" Desmond asked, lamely.
"Oh, nothing," Dawn shifted. "Just watching 'I Know What You Did Last Summer'"
"You like scary movies?" Desmond smiled slightly. Dawn nodded. "So do I."
"Really?" Tension seeped out of Dawn's form.
"Yeah," Desmond nodded. "I used to stay up late and make these peanut butter and pepper flapjacks then make a bowl of popcorn--"
"And roll the popcorn in the flapjacks?" Dawn nodded, rapidly. "So do I!"
Desmond's face broke into a huge smile. "Seriously?"
"Yeah," Dawn said.
"Well," Buffy looked infinitely amused, "now we know where you weird ass tastebuds come from."
Desmond and Dawn flushed a little bit. Dawn then bit her lip and asked, hesitantly, "You...you wanna hang out?"
Desmond stared at her, seeing the resemblence to the blond behind him. But he also saw himself. The shape of her eyes, she had a softer version of his jaw, and so many other things. Despite running away and his fights with his father, Desmond had loved his family. And now...now he had one of his own. "Yea," he nodded. "I'd like that."
Buffy watched the two walk out of the room talking about which peppers went better with the peanut, popcorn flapjacks and the Slayer got a small smile on her face. It was a bittersweet kind of smile. She was happy that Dawn was going to have a good father, she really was, but a part of her heart hurt. Altair had been a good father, but tragedy had taken away all of his family--albiet he pushed his eldest son, Darim away. She couldn't deny the small flicker of hope that she might have a redo with Dawn, but she quickly dimminished that thought.But Buffy couldn't be a mother to Dawn. Dawn had Joyce for that, and all Buffy would ever be to her was a sister no mattter what biology said.
Faith walked in and paused slightly catching the look on Buffy's face. "You okay, B?" The Dark Slayer asked.
"Yes, yes," Buffy pushed a blond lock out of her face. "How long do you think we are going to be able to keep the Scoobies away?"
"I don't know. They're worried, and they're stubborn," Faith shrugged. "They are going to find out about me, and Miles in there eventually."
The Slayer rolled her shoulder. "Well, I guess there is no better time than the present, now is there?"
Faith's eyes narrowed. "You're planning something."
Buffy just smiled, serenly.
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