much like the source comics and the early seasons of BtVS
main character: Hank Summers
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note: Jinni's weekly poetry challenge #7.
REMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Georgina Rossetti - Remember
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He'd never be able to explain it to Joyce, or to Buffy. How would he be able to make them understand the danger, to make them believe him? It sounded so impossible after all... And it would involve digging up a good deal of his family past that he'd prefer to leave buried.
He'd rather let things stay at a fuzzy 'his parents divorced when he was young'. If he could leave out the part where they'd divorced because his mother had discovered that Christopher Summers's young lover was pregnant with his baby... Well, he would have had the chance to grow up with both parents, instead of just his mother.
But the rest of it... To explain that there was a demented scientific monster after his half brother for his DNA... That their daughter might be at risk because of this madman...
Sinister must never get his hands on Buffy.
He didn't even know how it was possible that such a frightful thing could exist. Sinister looked like a man, but with glowing red eyes, and skin that was as pale as one of those toadstool-mushrooms that had grown in his mother's front yard. He'd been in an argument with Scott Summers, Hank's half brother.
The brother that he wasn't even supposed to know about. But he'd found the clipping in one of his mom's old photo albums, and had tried to learn more about his father, about his father's other family. For a while, he'd lost sight of his brother, after the plane accident that had killed Christopher and Anne. Scott and Alex had both been sent to foster homes, and he'd lost track of Alex entirely, never quite able to find him again.
Granted that his education had been in business, but Hank Summers knew trouble when he stared at it's pale, freaky looking face across a small park. 'I will have the Summers genes!' was not a friendly thing, and he didn't think that this guy was the sort to just attend scientific lectures. The impression that he got was something much closer to the whole nazi-experimentations and horror movie mad scientists type of thing.
The idea of making contact with his brother didn't seem quite as appealing after that. What if that frightful thing wanted HIS Summers genes? Or his daughter's...
Buffy wouldn't be safe from that madman. Especially not if he did make contact with Scott, and if that madman learned about him. There had been problems lately anyhow, maybe it would be for the best?
It was only later that he realized that he'd been too fearful, too paranoid. Only after the papers had been signed and trust shattered that he realized that he didn't want them far away from him where they would be safe. Only too late that he realized it was better to have them here where he could see them, hug them.
And all he could do was blame himself and his fears.
He might as well go back to New York,. try to make contact with his half brother. Maybe convincing Scott that they were related would be easier than trying to explain to Buffy and Joyce why he'd done it.
What else did he have to loose anyhow?
end Remembered Fears.