Title: Blood is thicker than . blood?
Author: Norwegianne
Rating Pg-13 for innuendo, talk about sex etc. Nothing graphic.
Disclaimer: Aaron Sorkin et al. own the West Wing, Joss Whedon et al. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
A/N: 7/6-03. I've been writing on this for a while (and as of 7/6 I'm not halfway done) but I hadn't decided on an actual timeline for it. I would love to have been able to use the existing timelines from Buffy and West Wing, but * shrugs* a girl can't have it all. Therefore this is from an alternate universe, going off on its own after the season five episode: "I was made to love you." As for the West Wing - well, this takes place in Sunnydale, far away from the murky waters of politics. Besides, I haven't seen very much of season two, yet. Though, thanks to fan fiction, I know what happens. Let's see what I'll use.
13/6-03. And done.
THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT I KNOW BEFORE READING ON: Just a little warning, so that I don't get flamed for something I already know.
I know that Donnatella Moss is from Madison, Wisconsin, on the show. I know that her last name is Moss, on the show. Let me just suspend reality for the duration of this fic. And if you think Donna belongs with Josh and nobody else? Please turn around this instant and go read something else.
On to the fic.
Blood is thicker than. blood?
CHAPTER 1. Buffy was pacing around in the house on Revello Drive. She was freaking out. Dawn followed her around, trying not to be noticed and yelled at. Buffy was always so much fun when she freaked out over nothing. It wasn't like Buffy had to decide whether or not to stake Spike or another life or death decision. Well, maybe for Buffy it was. Their older sister was coming home, for the first time since their mom died in February, to celebrate Christmas. To top it off she was bringing her boyfriend. It wasn't that Buffy was pacing over. She could accept that her older sister had a love life, although she did not want the play-by-play. She couldn't accept quite as easily if Dawn decided to do the same thing. Even if Dawn was almost the age as Buffy had been when she had turned Angel into Angelus. Thanks to Spike, Dawn even knew how her older sister had done it. As if she would ever do that with a boy.
Buffy was a great believer in preaching celibacy when it came to her younger sister. If she could get away with it Dawn was sure that Buffy would be preaching celibacy the entire week that lay ahead of them, just to ensure that Dawn would never mention a boyfriend, let alone come home with one and leave it to Buffy to sort out whether or not they would be sleeping in the same bed. That was what had caused Buffy's behavior this time. Donna had simply just called, and the machine had picked it up while they were out looking for Glory. Donna, being practical, had left a short message with the details and said she missed them before she'd hung up.
"Should I put Donna in her room and the boyfriend in mom's room?" Buffy turned to look at her. Dawn pretended to think it over, at least this crisis made Buffy treat her like an equal, or at least as close as it would ever get.
"I think you should make up the beds in both rooms, but let them choose. That way we won't have to listen to "subtle" tiptoeing outside our rooms. Oh, but wait. You'd hear it much better than me, Slayer hearing and all." Buffy's face contorted.
"Do you think the Slayer hearing is that good? Because then I'll also hear them. never mind." Buffy blushed briefly as Dawn grinned.
"What will you hear?"
"I said never mind." Buffy snapped. "You get to help me make the beds."
"Gee thanks. Dibs on Donna's."
"I wanted that. Mom's bed is like so much bigger." The two of them bantered back and forth while trying to get the linen out of the closet. The sheets had been placed on the top shelf and Buffy jumped up and dragged some down.
"You know, I can't really see Donna and her boyfriend doing it on my Barbie bed sheet."
"I don't want to see them doing it anywhere - let's just consider this a preventive measure."
"Yeah, because who'd ever think about sex while lying on Barbie, I mean besides Ken." Buffy scowled. Dawn quickly amended her statement. "I think my sheets are perfect on Mom's bed. Donna can have the "My little Pony" sheets." Buffy patted her head.
"That's the spirit, pumpkin belly. I'll make something out of you yet." The nickname stopped Dawn, who had picked up the pony sheets. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Buffy. Do you think Donna remembers me? I mean - I met her when Mom died, but she didn't have stories about me, like you do." Buffy put her arms around her sister and hugged her.
"I don't know what Donna remembers, she's the only one who can really tell you that. She didn't react in any freaky way about you being here, when she was here last. And she mentions you all the time in e-mails; she even remembered your birthday. " Buffy pulled back a little, looking into her sister's eyes. "But Dawnie, she is four years older than me, and ten years older than you. The things that you and I remember doing together, you hogging Mr. Gordo, barfing all over the place and other pleasant memories like that, by the time you'd be old enough she'd be off with her own friends. I guess that's the reason." Dawn smiled briefly at Buffy's explanation.
"I guess. So, are we going to finish this before she comes home?"
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Author: Norwegianne
Rating Pg-13 for innuendo, talk about sex etc. Nothing graphic.
Disclaimer: Aaron Sorkin et al. own the West Wing, Joss Whedon et al. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
A/N: 7/6-03. I've been writing on this for a while (and as of 7/6 I'm not halfway done) but I hadn't decided on an actual timeline for it. I would love to have been able to use the existing timelines from Buffy and West Wing, but * shrugs* a girl can't have it all. Therefore this is from an alternate universe, going off on its own after the season five episode: "I was made to love you." As for the West Wing - well, this takes place in Sunnydale, far away from the murky waters of politics. Besides, I haven't seen very much of season two, yet. Though, thanks to fan fiction, I know what happens. Let's see what I'll use.
13/6-03. And done.
THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT I KNOW BEFORE READING ON: Just a little warning, so that I don't get flamed for something I already know.
I know that Donnatella Moss is from Madison, Wisconsin, on the show. I know that her last name is Moss, on the show. Let me just suspend reality for the duration of this fic. And if you think Donna belongs with Josh and nobody else? Please turn around this instant and go read something else.
On to the fic.
Blood is thicker than. blood?
CHAPTER 1. Buffy was pacing around in the house on Revello Drive. She was freaking out. Dawn followed her around, trying not to be noticed and yelled at. Buffy was always so much fun when she freaked out over nothing. It wasn't like Buffy had to decide whether or not to stake Spike or another life or death decision. Well, maybe for Buffy it was. Their older sister was coming home, for the first time since their mom died in February, to celebrate Christmas. To top it off she was bringing her boyfriend. It wasn't that Buffy was pacing over. She could accept that her older sister had a love life, although she did not want the play-by-play. She couldn't accept quite as easily if Dawn decided to do the same thing. Even if Dawn was almost the age as Buffy had been when she had turned Angel into Angelus. Thanks to Spike, Dawn even knew how her older sister had done it. As if she would ever do that with a boy.
Buffy was a great believer in preaching celibacy when it came to her younger sister. If she could get away with it Dawn was sure that Buffy would be preaching celibacy the entire week that lay ahead of them, just to ensure that Dawn would never mention a boyfriend, let alone come home with one and leave it to Buffy to sort out whether or not they would be sleeping in the same bed. That was what had caused Buffy's behavior this time. Donna had simply just called, and the machine had picked it up while they were out looking for Glory. Donna, being practical, had left a short message with the details and said she missed them before she'd hung up.
"Should I put Donna in her room and the boyfriend in mom's room?" Buffy turned to look at her. Dawn pretended to think it over, at least this crisis made Buffy treat her like an equal, or at least as close as it would ever get.
"I think you should make up the beds in both rooms, but let them choose. That way we won't have to listen to "subtle" tiptoeing outside our rooms. Oh, but wait. You'd hear it much better than me, Slayer hearing and all." Buffy's face contorted.
"Do you think the Slayer hearing is that good? Because then I'll also hear them. never mind." Buffy blushed briefly as Dawn grinned.
"What will you hear?"
"I said never mind." Buffy snapped. "You get to help me make the beds."
"Gee thanks. Dibs on Donna's."
"I wanted that. Mom's bed is like so much bigger." The two of them bantered back and forth while trying to get the linen out of the closet. The sheets had been placed on the top shelf and Buffy jumped up and dragged some down.
"You know, I can't really see Donna and her boyfriend doing it on my Barbie bed sheet."
"I don't want to see them doing it anywhere - let's just consider this a preventive measure."
"Yeah, because who'd ever think about sex while lying on Barbie, I mean besides Ken." Buffy scowled. Dawn quickly amended her statement. "I think my sheets are perfect on Mom's bed. Donna can have the "My little Pony" sheets." Buffy patted her head.
"That's the spirit, pumpkin belly. I'll make something out of you yet." The nickname stopped Dawn, who had picked up the pony sheets. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Buffy. Do you think Donna remembers me? I mean - I met her when Mom died, but she didn't have stories about me, like you do." Buffy put her arms around her sister and hugged her.
"I don't know what Donna remembers, she's the only one who can really tell you that. She didn't react in any freaky way about you being here, when she was here last. And she mentions you all the time in e-mails; she even remembered your birthday. " Buffy pulled back a little, looking into her sister's eyes. "But Dawnie, she is four years older than me, and ten years older than you. The things that you and I remember doing together, you hogging Mr. Gordo, barfing all over the place and other pleasant memories like that, by the time you'd be old enough she'd be off with her own friends. I guess that's the reason." Dawn smiled briefly at Buffy's explanation.
"I guess. So, are we going to finish this before she comes home?"
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