Title: Daughterly Duties

Rating: PG 13

Disclaimer: I own Elli and her parents. Everyone you recognize belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.

Author's Note: Also my knowledge of US government is about I know that he lives in The White House. I know there is an election in November and I know there is a West Wing. So please forgive any errors. Response to a GidgetGirl challenge. The First Daughter Challenge

Several years post-Chosen, one girl discovers her slayer powers in the most unusual of places...the White House. The only daughter of the President of the United States, this girl must keep her slaying a secret from her family, the secret service, and the country as a whole.

Requirements:

One secret service member must be a canon character.

There must be some legislation pending about magic or slayers.

The girl must be somewhat rebellious because of living her life in such a defined cage.

A canon vampire (Harmony, Dru, etc) must prove to be a problem for the slayer.

Either Buffy or Faith must be involved in the young girl's training

Options:

The slayer can be any age, though I would prefer teenaged.

Buffy or Faith developing a relationship with the president.

Ditching the secret service

London

"Ms. Rosenberg? A man is here to see you." Willow's secretary informed her.

"Send him in." Willow said, puzzled, as she wasn't supposed to meet anyone today. But after seeing who walked in, her face broke out in a huge grin.

"Look at you all businessy, Will." Xander said, wrapping Willow in a hug, before looking leaning back to look at his best friend.

Closing the Hellmouth had changed them, although physically you couldn't tell. Willow had managed to give Xander a new eye and now besides the fact they were almost in their thirties, nothing had changed. But everyone was more subdued, as if instantly in the day they shut it down, they grew up and became adults.

"Xander! What are you doing here? I thought you were with Buffy in Cleveland." Willow said, gesturing to a chair in front of her desk.

"Actually that's why I'm here. We've found a new slayer."

"You find new slayers all the time, why did you fly all the way out here?" She asked, "Did you just want to use the company jet?"

"Here's a picture." Xander said handing her a file, ignoring the remark about the jet. "Does she look familiar?"

"This is Noelle James; she's the president's daughter."

"That's our problem." Xander said, leaning back in his chair. "And since you're such good pals with President James, I figured you could help us."

Willow gave a weak smile, "You're kidding me right?"

Washington

Noelle James (known to her friends as Elli) stood in front of her full length mirror straightening her flowery cotton dress. It was loose and made for summer, swooshing at her knees. She hated this dress. But it was respectable, the right thing for the president's daughter to wear. Her dirty blond hair was trimmed to fall just below her earlobes. She tucked a strand of hair that had fallen loose back behind her ear. Practically perfect. Except for the fact that she was a fake.

"Miss James?" Elli turned as she heard a knock on the door. Her secret service agent Connor poked his head into her room. "It's time to go."

With one last glance at the mirror, Elli made sure to plaster on a fake smile: The one that made them believe she liked standing beside her father and mother looking cheery while the flashes from the camera created sun spots clouding her vision. Following Connor down the hall, she made sure to glare at her father as he came into view.

Why the heck couldn't he have been something normal like a lawyer? That was a job that didn't require her to be surrounded by secret service.

"Smile sweetie." Her father asked (?) giving her shoulder a squeeze.

"You know after this is done, I'm going out back to smoke pot and I'll be sure to do it so the press can see." She said in a sing song voice. Her father stared at her, all the color draining from his face at the thought his daughter smoking weed. He couldn't take a joke.

"You better be kidding me!" He said ready to let loose a stream of threats if she so much a picked up a joint.

"Now dad, don't forget to smile." She said her voice flat. Turning on her heel, she followed Connor out onto the stage. Taking a seat next to her mother, the applause drowned out her thoughts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to talk to you today about a growing concern: The sudden flood of female violence in the last 6 years. I know you have fears especially since the arresting of the two women behind the recent serial killings in the D.C. area."

Dad's latest subject was the sudden rash of female violence. He had bored her over dinner the past few nights. It seemed that females had been involved in more than 75% of the abuse cases (and they sure weren't the victim's) a 25% increase in the last year and it had the United States of America worried. He had mentioned something about a Willow Rosenberg being the cause of it or trying to help him. Elli wasn't supposed to hear that she had been waiting outside her father's office trying to convince him that she didn't need Connor and Anne coming with her when she went to Jayden's. It was a perfectly safe house. Anyways the head of the recently formed Committee of Magic and Mystical Occurrences was in dad's opinion a menace to the world. Something about her not taking no for an answer that was really bugging him.

She didn't want to tell her dad about her sudden feelings. That she could sense strange things and sudden strength. Elli figured that all the veggies she'd been forced to eat for the past 15 years were finally doing their job. He would have her rushed off, subject her to test after test, thinking that someone had poisoned his precious little girl. Because his daughter standing 5 feet and 4 inches tall with her fragile frame couldn't be thinking about violence. Her dad was strange like that. Strange wasn't the word, paranoid was more like it, she corrected herself.

Once Elli was seated at the dinner table, she let herself be swallowed into her parent's mindless chatter. The dinner table was often the only time the three of them got to talk. Often her dad would sit with Elli and her mom while they played blackjack and no sooner had they dealt him his cards then he would be called from some important business.

"Elli?" Her mother asked placing her hand gently on top of Elli's, "Is anything wrong? Are you sick?"

The dirty blond shook her head. "I'm... just tired. I'm going to bed."

"Night sweetie."

"Night princess." Her dad said using her old pet name. He was completely unaware that she wasn't a princess anymore.

Pulling on a t-shirt over her black long sleeve shirt, Elli adjusted the lump that she was supposed to be. In fact it was just a pile of pillows shoved under her blanket. Yanking open her drawer she pulled out a rope made of tied up sheets. Opening the window by her desk she threw the rope down tying the end to her bed post. It was all very kid like but if it works, then why not go with it.

Having perfected her climbing skills years ago, Elli was on the ground in minutes. Thanking god the secret service hadn't notice the white rope hanging down from her room yet, she snuck across the yard.

Doing a slight dance of victory as she reached the fence, her eyes still watched carefully for anyone who might hurt her chances of going to the party. She placed her foot on the bottom wrung of the fence and began hoisting herself up. Elli had picked a spot far away from the gate that the agents wouldn't notice her - she hoped.

"I don't know Connor, should we bust her now or after she climbs the fence?" She heard Anne, her other agent say behind her.

"You should bust her after she comes home from the party." Elli replied but she let herself fall to the ground. "Can't I have any fun?" She asked as they lead her back to The White House.

"No." Connor said with a grin, Elli glared at him. Putting his hands up he gave her an apologetic smile. "We want to keep you safe."

"Does safe mean locked up and driving me insane? 'Cause if it does, you guys are doing a top rate job."

"Why thank you Elli." Anne said, her demeanor ever peppy. Anne had spent years working with a shelter for kids in LA until it was forced to be shut down. Elli didn't know why she took over this job. Elli didn't think she had ever seen the girl frown.

"Whatever." She said in normal teenage fashion.