Disclaimer: I own nothing. The storyline is a challenge on Chocolate covered Strawberries board by gidgetgirl.
Requirements:
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discussion about what exactly constitutes incest
Babysitting
duty
The kids trying to split their parents up
Buffy heard the screaming of her siblings and knew that her worst nightmare had come true. It was Monday morning once again. She hated getting up, and since she was the oldest, and Beatrice, or Bot as they all called her, was no help at all really apart from making sandwiches, the responsibility landed on her to help her father, Rupert Giles, or in fact, do it herself. Allan, also known as Doyle might help, if she promised to get him the key to the houses alcohol store.
As she got up she pondered about asking Tara, her cousin turned foster sister. About seven years ago, her Uncle and Aunt had died in a car crash. She never talked about them much. Neither did Wesley, her brother, they were both quite quiet. But she always remembered them being strangely quiet, even when they were still cousins. Tara was taken in when she was seven and Wesley had just turned five. Buffy never really remembered much about her Uncle or Aunt, even when she would spend the whole day with them.
She walked over tiredly to her mirror and looked at herself. She looked just as she felt, like crap. Her hair was in a mess that would take really care to fix, care which she didn't have time for. Her clothes were crumpled from the position she was sleeping in and her eyes were filled with sleep. She checked her watch. It read 6.30; she had three minutes to get in the shower before someone who actually wanted in got there before her, then about fifteen minutes to herself before the hell raising squad got up. Well, the rest of it.
"Xander, give Fred back her doll or you shall feel the wrath of all the forces of my army!" called Illyria. The mastermind of the family, and she was only almost four years old. Only really friendly with her identical twin, Winifred, or, to anyone else, Fred and Wesley for some reason unknown to anyone.
"She melted my army men!" Xander called. Unfortunately, Fred had a habit of carrying science experiments on people and their personal items. Especially Xander, but they really didn't get along with Xander. Buffy always thought it was because he had managed to convince Fred that the sand box was going to eat her. She heard a crash from down stairs; Bot was downstairs making breakfast. She already knew she was up; she has to share a room with her. Wesley walked out of his and Xander's room.
"Hi, Wesley," Fred said sweetly. Wesley flashed a small smile at her. Buffy was watching it outside her door; she imagined they were coming to ask her for help. They usually did.
"Wesley, man, help me out here." Xander pleaded. Wesley looked as if he rolled his eyes, Buffy couldn't actually make out form behind his glasses. He pushed past him and walked straight into the bathroom. Xander sighed as Illyria and Fred started to yell once again, Illyria more so. Buffy quickly rushed through before the rest of the house got up.
"Oh right guys; we can talk about this after breakfast. Please give Fred back her doll. Ok, now go and see what Bot has cooked now." Xander reluctantly gave over and they all ran downstairs. She was lucky she got to them that fast, or everyone else could have woken up. Usually Doyle wouldn't appear until the last minute, eat someone else's breakfast and run out the door. Usually it was Bot's. All he did was tell her to look one way and he would grab her toast or whatever was on her plate. She never did realise it was him. It was amusing the fifteen year old always getting away with trouble.
She walked past all of their rooms, just to make sure they were all ok. She always did it; it was her morning ritual. Dawn was fast asleep in her room, which she shared with Tara, who wasn't in there, she must have been downstairs. She didn't dare open Doyle's door, he was asleep and generally violent when he was woken up. She briefly poked her head around the door around the other twin's bedroom. This was a dangerous move. Willow, the nice twin, was sleeping; she looked like a peaceful little angel. She was when she was awake anyway. Unlike her twin, Victoria Wales, a.k.a V.W. V.W was trouble maker and loved doing it. She died her red hair reddish black not so long. And the moment Illyria saw it, she turned hers blue. God knows where a nine year old and a three year old got hair dye from.
She was sleeping, but with an evil grin on her face. Probably a plan to outdo either her or any other of their siblings. She was always setting traps for three people. Buffy, Bot and Illyria. Illyria and V.W were not friends. Not even close at all. They were almost like enemies, it was a little disturbing. They were always coming up with plans for the others downfall. When you needed help on tricking/scheming against/humiliating someone, you either went to Illyria or V.W. It was usually down to a preference. But Buffy always thought that if they worked together they would make quite a good team, but never suggested it. No, that would be like suicide.
Illyria and Fred's room was empty, as was Xander's room and Wesley's. She knew they were all downstairs. Now she would find out the one thing she didn't know. Was her father up?
She crept slowly round the corner, just in case he wasn't, and poked her head around the door once again. He wasn't there. Which meant one of two things, he was up and downstairs, or he had left for the library he ran at the local High school which her, Bot and Doyle attended. Dawn and Tara would be up next year, but till then, they were still in middle school with Wesley. She smiled and walked back to her room, to get ready for another school day.
The toaster popped with four pieces and as Bot reached to grab them, Illyria, Fred, Xander and Wesley grabbed them first. She stared at the empty toaster for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and putting more bread in for her breakfast. At least they are eating their breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day. Their dad had left; Bot was the only one up. He said to tell Buffy he would work late but would hopefully have some great news. Sometimes she wondered why it was always tell Buffy this and tell Buffy that. But she didn't think it too much.
"Morning Bot!"
"Hi Dawn! Hi Tara!" Tara merely waved. Bot walked up to Dawn, blocking her way to the fridge, and therefore her breakfast bar. Bot flung her arms around her and she widens her eyes as for Tara to help her. She just smiled shyly. As Bot retreated and was about to hug her she quickly raised our arms.
"Em… Sorry Bot, but I think I hear the bus. Dawn?"
"Just coming Tara." She grabbed her bar and then Tara's arm as they ran out the door. They were both very close, with Tara being so shy and quiet and Dawn being… well Dawn, they worked out well together. Bot turned as she heard the door slam shut to see Willow bouncing down the stairs.
"Hi Willow. What's up with you?" She never did actually understand slang much, but she tried. Everyone though this was quite amusing, some cute some thought.
"The science fair is today. I'm so excited. I'm going to go get my project just now and get ready for the bus. I just know this year I will win!" She was sweet when she talked about science; she usually got excited about anything like that. Banging could be heard and she guessed that V.W was finally up. She grunted morning to her and sat down at the table across from Illyria who was giving her a death glare, which she gladly returned. As Buffy walked down the stairs the bus tooted. Wesley ran down stairs and out the door. A second on went, Willow ran from down stairs and V.W and Xander went out the door.
"Hey Bot, look at that." Doyle finally appeared and pointed to a corner of the room.
"Look at what? I don't see anything. Hey, where's my breakfast. Doyle, where did you get that toast?" Doyle and Buffy smirked.
"Come on Bot, I think its time we go to school." Buffy said. She could not believe that her twin was still falling for that one. Illyria and Fred jumped up and ran out the door, both racing for shotgun. Bot just grabbed some bread and started to eat that and followed her sisters. Doyle laughed once more, took a bite of his/Bot's toast and strolled out to the car. Buffy sighed. This house was busy enough, imagine if they had more.
A/N: Hope that was ok? I was just writing the introduction to it. Nothing has really happened yet, just wait till it does. I made a slight change where Illyria and V.W (based on the character Vamp Willow in case someone didn't know) get along. I thought it would be better to have them as enemies. Plus it is easier for me too write like that.
