Daddy Dearest Fight's Aliens
Chapter One
A/N: I'm going to have Riley be Buffy's best friend in High School from Sunnydale High because it will make more sense with her age then. So lets say that he is 19 and the initiative thing happened Buffy's last year in High school rather then college. And that Circum-what'sit that happened on Buffy's 18th birthday- I'm making that happen on her 17th, including all the Giles getting fired. No Wesley...yet.
Have you ever seen someone die before your eyes? Have it haunt your every waking moment? Well I've seen too many people die that I care about. Sure I've killed the undead, but they deserved it. So what right? It comes with the slayer package. I'm about 17 and in high school with my best friends. I'm Buffy Summers and I'm going to give you the lowdown on my life.
I had a boyfriend named Riley but he left for the Army about 3 weeks ago. My mom died a month ago suddenly from a brain tumor or something like that. Now I'm about to head to this lawyers place to hear her will.
Wanna know how I feel on this whole thing, the way my life's heading? I'm tired of slaying. I love my friends but I can't feel anything or connect with them like I used to. Riley and I parted as friends, well bitter friends. I wished him good luck and he said that he hoped I kept the fight up so he could see me again sometime soon. So it was a clean breakup, well we hate each other a bit still though. I need something to live for -to fight for. How was I supposed to know that an opportunity was going to pop up unexpected? Maybe I didn't know but I am happy it did.
"You ready to go?" Giles asked me bringing me out of my thoughts in what I was writing.
Another weird habit that formed. I suddenly kept my leather bound journal -a gift from years ago- around all the time and wrote in it. I had some pictures to go with what I wrote. It was a nice way of letting my thoughts out. None of the gang said anything about it so....
"Yeah," I said and we walked to his new car and headed towards the lawyer's office which was about 20 minutes away.
"You know you want to. So go ahead," Giles said not even looking.
I turned on the radio, "Tankie."
To every broken heart in here. Love was once a part but now its disappeared. She told me that its all apart of the choices that you're making. Even when you think you're right, you have to give to take.
"What is this?" Giles asked me as he saw me mouthing the words.
"Last train home by Lost Prophets. New band but pretty good," I answered.
But there's still tomorrow, forget the sorrow, and I can be on the last train home. Watch it pass the day as it fades away. No more time to care, no more time today, but we sing if were going no where, yeah we sing if its not enough, and we sing with out a reason to never fall in love.
"Lovely," I heard Giles mutter.
I don't know why I loved this song so much. Maybe it's because it reminds me of Angel a bit. There was a hell of a lot of sorrow I'll admit that. He had plenty of time since he never ran out, but I live. I grow older. And I'm pretty much giving up on love that's for sure.
I wonder if you're listening, picking up all the signals sent back from within. Sometimes it feels like I don't really know what's going on. Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here.
But there's still tomorrow, forget the sorrow, and I can be on the last train home. Watch it pass the day as it fades away. No more time to care, no more time today, but we sing if were going no where, yeah we sing if its not enough, and we sing with out a reason to never fall in love.
But we sing if were going no where, yeah we sing if its not enough, and we sing with out a reason to never fall in love. But we sing if were going nowhere, yeah we sing if its not enough, and we sing with out a reason to never fall in love, to never fall in love again.
Okay maybe the drive wasn't 20 minutes like we thought. The song ended and we were there, too quickly.
"You're dad is going to be there," Giles said as a statement more than a question.
"Yeah," I said with no emotion towards my 'father'. "Let's get this over with."
We walked in and were escorted into an office where I saw my dad a lawyer guy and some guy I didn't recognize.
"Take a seat Ms. Summers and we shall begin," The lawyer said and I rolled my eyes.
I sat next to Giles and that mystery man, not wanting to sit near that jackass who people refer to as Hank Summers.
The man started reading my mom's will and I zonked out. I had that last train home song stuck in my head. I took notice that the mystery man was wearing an Army uniform...kinda.
Then the lawyer guy started saying something that made me pay attention again.
"Seeing that my daughter is under the age of 18 currently I give guardianship to her biological father Jack O'Neill."
If I wasn't frozen inside I would have showed a bit more emotion then what I did - A chuckle. It had no emotion in it really. Giles gave me a questioning look. I looked him in the eyes and he realized it. I laughed at the irony of it all. That mystery man was my father. As the meeting ended -Hank had already taken off- us three walked out.
"Giles head on over to the library. Tell the gang I'll be over there in a bit," I said and he nodded leaving me with Jack.
"Well this is kind of sudden. If I had known I wouldn't have had you find out that suddenly," He said apologetically.
He reminded me a lot of Xander. They had the same personality.
"You seem the type that would," I said.
"Would this be the time where we get to know each other better?" He asked as we started walking towards my house.
"I guess so," I said.
"So I guess I'll start," He said then thought a moment as if how to. "On second hand you start."
"Okay. Let's start off with me saying this. I didn't mean to burn down the school gym, I had a really good reason for running away this past summer, the cops in this town are stupid so that's why they accused me of murder, and that you better be nice to me or else my friends will hurt you in any way possible," I smiled a weak smile which was all I could muster, "Just a warning."
He looked at me a moment, "Noted."
"What about you?" I asked.
"I'm a colonel and work for the military on something that's classified," He said.
"Way to get with the details there," I said.
"I wish I could tell you," He said a bit sadly. "Look, Buffy, I know I haven't been there for you and I wish I was but this is my time to make up for it. I would understand if you say no, but I'd like for you to come with me back to Colorado. Maybe do some bonding things that families do."
I thought for a minute. I looked at my journal thinking of what I'd written lately. There was nothing here for me. The demons were down to 2 per week. My friends and I were detached and my mom is dead. What else could I do?
"How much can I trust you?" I asked kind of hurried and he seemed a bit shocked.
"Anything you don't want me to tell anyone can stay secret. You can trust me Buffy," He said.
"Then I think we should sit down and talk. After I do something. Just don't run away and give me time to explain okay?" I said.
"Okay," He said a little question in his voice.
"Hold this," I said whipping out my stake and handing him my journal.
The sun had just set and I felt a vampire coming on. Then the fight began. When I staked the 2 vampires then I turned to my dad.
"I think we should talk soon," He said.
I sighed.
Chapter One
A/N: I'm going to have Riley be Buffy's best friend in High School from Sunnydale High because it will make more sense with her age then. So lets say that he is 19 and the initiative thing happened Buffy's last year in High school rather then college. And that Circum-what'sit that happened on Buffy's 18th birthday- I'm making that happen on her 17th, including all the Giles getting fired. No Wesley...yet.
Have you ever seen someone die before your eyes? Have it haunt your every waking moment? Well I've seen too many people die that I care about. Sure I've killed the undead, but they deserved it. So what right? It comes with the slayer package. I'm about 17 and in high school with my best friends. I'm Buffy Summers and I'm going to give you the lowdown on my life.
I had a boyfriend named Riley but he left for the Army about 3 weeks ago. My mom died a month ago suddenly from a brain tumor or something like that. Now I'm about to head to this lawyers place to hear her will.
Wanna know how I feel on this whole thing, the way my life's heading? I'm tired of slaying. I love my friends but I can't feel anything or connect with them like I used to. Riley and I parted as friends, well bitter friends. I wished him good luck and he said that he hoped I kept the fight up so he could see me again sometime soon. So it was a clean breakup, well we hate each other a bit still though. I need something to live for -to fight for. How was I supposed to know that an opportunity was going to pop up unexpected? Maybe I didn't know but I am happy it did.
"You ready to go?" Giles asked me bringing me out of my thoughts in what I was writing.
Another weird habit that formed. I suddenly kept my leather bound journal -a gift from years ago- around all the time and wrote in it. I had some pictures to go with what I wrote. It was a nice way of letting my thoughts out. None of the gang said anything about it so....
"Yeah," I said and we walked to his new car and headed towards the lawyer's office which was about 20 minutes away.
"You know you want to. So go ahead," Giles said not even looking.
I turned on the radio, "Tankie."
To every broken heart in here. Love was once a part but now its disappeared. She told me that its all apart of the choices that you're making. Even when you think you're right, you have to give to take.
"What is this?" Giles asked me as he saw me mouthing the words.
"Last train home by Lost Prophets. New band but pretty good," I answered.
But there's still tomorrow, forget the sorrow, and I can be on the last train home. Watch it pass the day as it fades away. No more time to care, no more time today, but we sing if were going no where, yeah we sing if its not enough, and we sing with out a reason to never fall in love.
"Lovely," I heard Giles mutter.
I don't know why I loved this song so much. Maybe it's because it reminds me of Angel a bit. There was a hell of a lot of sorrow I'll admit that. He had plenty of time since he never ran out, but I live. I grow older. And I'm pretty much giving up on love that's for sure.
I wonder if you're listening, picking up all the signals sent back from within. Sometimes it feels like I don't really know what's going on. Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here.
But there's still tomorrow, forget the sorrow, and I can be on the last train home. Watch it pass the day as it fades away. No more time to care, no more time today, but we sing if were going no where, yeah we sing if its not enough, and we sing with out a reason to never fall in love.
But we sing if were going no where, yeah we sing if its not enough, and we sing with out a reason to never fall in love. But we sing if were going nowhere, yeah we sing if its not enough, and we sing with out a reason to never fall in love, to never fall in love again.
Okay maybe the drive wasn't 20 minutes like we thought. The song ended and we were there, too quickly.
"You're dad is going to be there," Giles said as a statement more than a question.
"Yeah," I said with no emotion towards my 'father'. "Let's get this over with."
We walked in and were escorted into an office where I saw my dad a lawyer guy and some guy I didn't recognize.
"Take a seat Ms. Summers and we shall begin," The lawyer said and I rolled my eyes.
I sat next to Giles and that mystery man, not wanting to sit near that jackass who people refer to as Hank Summers.
The man started reading my mom's will and I zonked out. I had that last train home song stuck in my head. I took notice that the mystery man was wearing an Army uniform...kinda.
Then the lawyer guy started saying something that made me pay attention again.
"Seeing that my daughter is under the age of 18 currently I give guardianship to her biological father Jack O'Neill."
If I wasn't frozen inside I would have showed a bit more emotion then what I did - A chuckle. It had no emotion in it really. Giles gave me a questioning look. I looked him in the eyes and he realized it. I laughed at the irony of it all. That mystery man was my father. As the meeting ended -Hank had already taken off- us three walked out.
"Giles head on over to the library. Tell the gang I'll be over there in a bit," I said and he nodded leaving me with Jack.
"Well this is kind of sudden. If I had known I wouldn't have had you find out that suddenly," He said apologetically.
He reminded me a lot of Xander. They had the same personality.
"You seem the type that would," I said.
"Would this be the time where we get to know each other better?" He asked as we started walking towards my house.
"I guess so," I said.
"So I guess I'll start," He said then thought a moment as if how to. "On second hand you start."
"Okay. Let's start off with me saying this. I didn't mean to burn down the school gym, I had a really good reason for running away this past summer, the cops in this town are stupid so that's why they accused me of murder, and that you better be nice to me or else my friends will hurt you in any way possible," I smiled a weak smile which was all I could muster, "Just a warning."
He looked at me a moment, "Noted."
"What about you?" I asked.
"I'm a colonel and work for the military on something that's classified," He said.
"Way to get with the details there," I said.
"I wish I could tell you," He said a bit sadly. "Look, Buffy, I know I haven't been there for you and I wish I was but this is my time to make up for it. I would understand if you say no, but I'd like for you to come with me back to Colorado. Maybe do some bonding things that families do."
I thought for a minute. I looked at my journal thinking of what I'd written lately. There was nothing here for me. The demons were down to 2 per week. My friends and I were detached and my mom is dead. What else could I do?
"How much can I trust you?" I asked kind of hurried and he seemed a bit shocked.
"Anything you don't want me to tell anyone can stay secret. You can trust me Buffy," He said.
"Then I think we should sit down and talk. After I do something. Just don't run away and give me time to explain okay?" I said.
"Okay," He said a little question in his voice.
"Hold this," I said whipping out my stake and handing him my journal.
The sun had just set and I felt a vampire coming on. Then the fight began. When I staked the 2 vampires then I turned to my dad.
"I think we should talk soon," He said.
I sighed.
