Slayers: Sisters
Disclaimer: I only own the fic, and anything that doesn't already belong to Mutant Enemy and whoever is in charge of CSI Las Vegas (like Marianna, Liam, Elisabeth, and Mina.)
Pairings: B/A (eventually, but don't count on them interacting till a long time from now), F/S, etc.
Timeline: Post-AUish S7. Pretend the stuff S3-S7 happened in three years instead of four. Buffy and Faith are 22. Liam and Elisabeth are 4½. Mina (short for Willamina) is Faith's and Spike's (William/Will) daughter, who is 9 months old.
Genre: Adventure/Angst/LongLostRelative/Other
Summary: Now that they've gotten away from the scoobies, Buffy retrieves her twins from Lily and takes them, Spike, and Faith to Las Vegas to check up on their (Faith's and Buffy's) father, and the twins' grandfather.
Background: Buffy and Faith are non-identical twin sisters. Their father (Gil Grissom) took care of them after their mother died, (the Der Kinderstood killed her) but Elizabeth and Hope got separated when the Watchers Council came to retrieve them. They both ended up in child custody and changed their names so that the WC wouldn't find them, and they lost each other. Their father never found them, and they never got a chance to go to him.
None of the others, except for Spike, know of Buffy and Faith's actually being sisters. After Faith killed the guy, Buffy got Lily, who Faith met on multiple times, to clear her of anything and get them both false identities of Faith and Buffy Winters.
Notes/Changes/Ideas: Dawn? Connor? Who are these people?
N/C/I: Slayers can only reproduce with vampires. It's an unknown fact, but true. Buffy conceived on her 17th birthday. When she sent Angel to hell, she never gave him up and he never returned. She has remained single.
N/C/I: The Der Kindestood in LA killed Celia years after another Der Kindestood killed Marianna Grissom.
N/C/I: I know that I've done plenty of twin children things from Buffy and Angel and most, erhm… all, I need to finish. But here's yet another. Hey, look at it this way; at least it isn't a Lady Vengeance fic. I've been coming up with WAAAY too many ideas lately, so I'm trying to space my mind out with this much older idea.
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Character Profiles:
Elizabeth Anne-Claire and Hope Marianne Grissom: Beth and Hope were born January 21, 1981, in a Las Vegas hospital to Gil and Marianna (Rhianne ReAnn) Grissom. At the age of 5, there was a freak accident that split them up. Taking forewarning from their dreams, they gave false names to social services and they were never identified. While Hope went into adoptive services as Faith, Beth went to a good family as Buffy.
Gil Grissom: Gill Grissom has spent the last fifteen years helping Las Vegas move from #14 to #2 in the US Crime Lab rankings. He grew up in Marina Del Rey, California. His mother ran an art gallery in Venice, and his father was in the import/export business, dealing primarily with communist China. Grissom's parents divorced when he was five. At eight or nine, Grissom began riding his bike out to the beach ever day to collect dead seagulls, possums, and anything else he could find. He would bring the remains home and conduct autopsies, slowly teaching himself the ins and outs of death. As a teenager, Grissom became known to the local authorities, who employed him for quick autopsies on dead animals like cats and dogs. By 16, Grissom was an unofficial intern for the LA County morgue. He worked his way through college, and at the age of 22 went to work full time as the youngest coroner in the history of LA County. Eight years later, a headhunter recruited him to run the Field Services Office in Las Vegas. His philosophy about his work has always been: "if you want to learn about forensics, master everything else first." While others may have a reason for being a CSI, for Grissom the job is not about choice. Grissom could no more work another profession than fish could stop swimming. CSI is not a job for Grissom; it's an expression of who he is as a person, the perfect synthesis of personality and profession. Grissom's specialty is entomology, or insects. (This profile and the others of CSI Las Vegas found here.) … In the reality of this fic,
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Prologue: January 21, 1985.
He had been at the park for hours with his daughters and their friends. For a widowed father, he sure knew how to pick up slack. The park wasn't large but it was their favorite. There was a big sand lot with quite a few different brands of playground equipment. There were slides and monkey bars and bridges that wiggled.
There were also quite a few swings, kiddie type and normal. He always had to smile at his daughters' defiance in using the baby swings ever since they saw some elementary school children use the bigger ones. Gil was over-aware at how high the swings went. The bars that held them together alone had to be at least sixteen feet. Beth and Hope always swung as high as they could and continually commanded him to push higher and faster and more. He always laughed and reminded himself that at this age, everything was always "one more daddy; Just one more."
It was their fourth birthday, and their party was currently being held at the park. There was even one of those elephant floats most of the kids were jumping on; But not his girls. They were playing a game on the large swings with some of the other four-year-olds. They swung back and fourth while their friends ran across and tried not to get tagged. Apparently, the point of the game was to not swing. He doubted his daughters were trying too hard; although, both of them rose to a challenge.
Something he found when they were born was that they looked almost nothing alike, but they were so very similar. Like him, they loved to challenge themselves. Both of his daughters liked to finish puzzles and ask questions. The difference was that they were much more active though.
Gil sat down with some of the other parents with aching feet and watched as the thirty or so kids on the playground played their hearts out. And because of the brushery behind them, they had no way in seeing the accident about to occur.
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A small amount of time later in the Sheriff's office
A man with a loose sweated shirt and black pants came rushing into the station. He looked around frantically and ran up to the man he was looking for as soon as he spotted him. "Sir!" he huffed out. His breath was frantic because he had been running from the other side of the station for the last couple of minutes.
At the voice, the man looked at him. "What is it Corsby?" He asked exasperated. He had been in the middle of a conversation.
"There's been an accident at the park on 5th! An explosion!" Corsby said quickly.
The Sheriffs eyes widened and he began to sign others to get out there and take a look. When he saw the guy still there, he yelled, "Corsby. DO something-call in the coroner- He" He got cut off.
Corsby replied exasperatedly. "Sir-How do you think I know this? The coroner is already there. It's his daughters' birthday party." His wife and own daughter were already there. He was suppost to show up when he got off work himself.
The Sheriff's eyes widened and he finally got someone to make a call to the nearest side office for a different person to identify and gather the evidence for the scene. Gil was one of the best men he knew, and the definite best man he knew in that type of job. But he was too close to this and wouldn't be allowed on the case, even if he did manage to survive.
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Days later, the case was solved. A guy had run a red light and crashed into a tanker truck carrying gas. It had exploded and the driver of the truck and the trucker were both ashes, unfound.
There weren't as many fatalities as was expected, a small blessing. But besides the driver and the trucker, there were nine missing and six accounted dead. Four of the missing people were children; two of them were the Grissom children.
Gil Grissom was currently a coroner in Las Vegas. When he had his daughters, he was a hopeful man. But they were gone and he knew that they were dead.
No one could have expected that they were merely misplaced and split up. The aliases of 'Buffy' and 'Faith' were being worn like a comforter, and the way fate worked was being cursed by the mouths of babes.
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TBC. (eventually)
Okay, I realize that you're all probably cursing me for not continuing something, but my muse pisses me off too. I get all these ideas that I just HAVE to do but she cuts me off mid-section for everything else.
Reviews are greatly appreciated and wanted. Please no flaming, and if it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure that this is an original idea. Or at least, I haven't heard of this being done. BA ALWAYS!
