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Summary: SG-1's Dr. Jackson has a daughter. She's short, blonde, and a vampire slayer. Too bad nobody told him.

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Stargate > Buffy-Centered > Theme: Buffy's Real Family(Current Donor)RudesMomFR154351,9361091016506,04126 Feb 0611 Dec 12No

Chapter 1

Colorado Springs, July 2005

Two young women stepped out of the neat, two-story house and on to the small front porch.

“I still can't believe that you wanted to come here rather than Oxford.”

“After two years in Rome, I didn't think I could stand four years in the land of drizzle and tweed. And English food, ich.”

“But Oxford...” It was almost a whine. “Mom would have been so excited.”

“Right up until she realized that Giles was grooming me to become a Watcher. Buffy, there's nothing wrong with UCCS. It's got a great anthropology curriculum and they've started offering classes in Arabic. We don't have too many researchers that can read Arabic anymore. I can focus on the ancient languages in grad school. Besides, you were accepted here and this way you can keep an eye on me.”

“And exactly how did that happen again? I don't seem to remember applying, or accepting.”

“Willow and I thought it was a good idea. If you ever decide to leave the Council, you'll need a degree to fall back on. Unless you want to spend the rest of your life flipping burgers at the Doublemeat Palace? Besides, you liked your psych courses.”

“Yeah, when my professor wasn't trying to kill me.” She muttered before continuing in a normal voice. “But why Colorado? Why not some place warm and sunny?”

“Like LA?”

“Okay, not in California. But there are lots of other warm and sunny places. Florida, Georgia?”


“You don't ski.”

“I want to learn. Anyhow, there's not a lot of demonic activity here and it's nearly fifteen hundred miles from the new Hellmouth. We'll actually have a chance to study.”

“Joy.” Buffy looked appraisingly at her sister. “There's something else isn't there?”

Dawn sat down on the front steps. Her next words were hesitant. “Buffy, Willow told me about Mom's letter.”

“What...oh, that letter.”

“Yeah. She figured that, maybe, if you were in the same area, you know, you might...”

“Might what? Meet him? Have a 'and they lived happily ever after' ending to the sad tale of Buffy?” Buffy sighed and sat next to her sister. “I wrote to him almost two years ago. He never responded. I can't say that I blame him. I mean, he was just a kid when it happened.”

“But he's still your father.”

“Like 'Hank' is yours.” She closed her eyes for a moment. “I'm sorry, that wasn't called for. Dawnie, just because a guy gets a girl pregnant it doesn't automatically translate to him wanting to be a father. If it did, D'Hoffryn would have to fire half of his demons.”

Dawn smiled. “Probably way more than that according to Anya. But maybe the letter got lost?”

“Maybe. And maybe he doesn't want to be reminded of something he did as a kid. His foster parents kicked him back into the system again. I doubt whether he remembers that fondly. Come on, lets get the rest our stuff into the house.” And with that, Buffy got up and walked over to their blue SUV. “So, what are you making for dinner?”


Buffy opened the side door and reached in to pull out the last three suitcases. She handed the smallest one to Dawn and closed and the locked the vehicle. As the pair walked back into the house, she replied “Nope. We're on a budget again. The income Angel left me was enough to pay for this house and our tuition. The Council will cover the rest of our expenses, but only to a point. There are a lot of Slayers to take care of these days.” She turned to her sister. “I'll put our stuff upstairs and wait for the furniture delivery. You can do the grocery shopping.”

Dawn grabbed her purse and the keys. “Okay but I'm only doing a quick run to tide us over until tomorrow. I am so not going take the blame for not picking the right stuff.”

“Fine. Until the movers get here we're a little short of pots and pans anyway. I guess it's sandwich night. Just make sure that you grab some donuts for breakfast. Oh, and some decent coffee, too.”

“What, you didn't like the stuff Faith had in Cleveland?”

“As I recall neither did you. That stuff could be used to clean a carburetor.”

“I thought that's what she used to brew it in.” Dawn giggled.

“Get going. I'm starving and you do not want to deal with a hungry slayer.”

“I'm going, I'm going. No need for threats.”

Meanwhile, in another part of town, a envelope with an Italian postmark continued to collect dust behind a bookcase.
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