So Becca, u betta be happy!!
Thank you sooooo much for all your reviews!! Its been amazing!! 18+ for one chapter in less than two days!! Wow. I feel honoured!! Hey… this could have something to do with me posting so quickly… (hint hint)
Now I'll stop blabbering… AH! Cept one thing! No, two things:
Keri Carlson, Buffy/Giles pairings have always made me wanna hurl, so sorry, this story is sooooooo not going that way.
And…
Vld, Don't u worry, no terminatoriness, it was totally random that the name 'sarah Connors' came into my head. I actuallt cringed when I wrote it even, but nothing else would work once I thought of it. I change her name a bit in a minute though. I couldn't take it!!
So now ill stop blabbering!! Enjoy!!
Chapter 2"Hi, can I speak to Hank Summers please?" Buffy asked the receptionist. It was several hours later, and after talking to Giles and her friends, she had decided to phone her father- there was plenty they needed to talk about.
"Who is this?" She was asked.
"This is Buffy Summers. His daughter." She replied.
"Oh… Ok, one moment please." A sickly sweet tune began to play, and Buffy rolled her eyes. About five minutes later, another voice took over.
"Hello? Buffy?"
"Dad."
"Hey, Sweet heart, how are you?"
Buffy felt severely sick.
"Don't give me that crap, Dad! Mom died last week and when I tried to tell you, the best I could get was a friggin' answering machine- and you didn't even phone back!"
"Darling, I'm very busy…"
"Jesus, Dad, she's DEAD!"
"Buffy, would you calm down? I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you."
"I don't want you here. First thing I want is for you to pay all the money you owe to my mother."
"Of course, I know I've been a bit behind…"
"Second is I want to know why you never told me I was adopted." This obviously came as a shock.
"Buffy…"
"Tell me."
"We were going to tell you…"
"When, exactly? I've graduated from high school, Dad! I'm legally an adult!"
"We were going to tell you when you turned eighteen- if your mother didn't…"
"Don't you dare blame this on her!" I believe this is known as slayer rage. "You worthless piece of crap!! Don't you dare!" Buffy screamed down the phone. Giles took it from her, pushing Buffy towards Willow, who wrapped her arms around her. The rest of the conversation was rushed and quiet, Giles trying his best not to let Buffy hear as he told Mr Summers that he better pay up, because if he thought Joyce was persistent, his daughter was a hundred times that. Mr Summers didn't even know who Giles was, but left it- he felt completely inadequate right now, but knew all too well that going to see his adoptive daughter wasn't going to change a thing.
"I hate him!" Buffy cried out when Giles hung up. "Why does my father have to be such a…" She stopped suddenly, and sat back from Willow's embrace. Her eyes were wide in realisation. "He's not my father." She said. "I have to find my real parents."
"Buffy…" Giles sighed, "That won't change the fact that you've always considered him your father…"
"I know, I know." Buffy said, brushing off his statement. "This isn't even about that, I just realised that I need to know who they are. I have to know what they're like, and why they left me. I have to know Giles."
The watcher sighed again, feeling such pity for his slayer, whose life had been devastated over the past week.
"I'll do what ever I can." He told her.
"Yeh, so will we!" Willow agreed, nudging Xander, who nodded emphatically.
"Thanks you guys." Buffy said, smiling wider than she had in quite a while. "Will- could you do a search for them? I know they're probably English, but there should be something somewhere, right? I'm gonna try phoning the adoption agency- maybe the agent will know something about them." They all nodded, and Willow got out her laptop. Buffy once again picked up the papers, scanning through, and found a contact number. Giles gave her an encouraging smile, and she left the room, wanting to be alone. She sat on her mother's bed upstairs, and rang the number.
"St. Francis' Children's Society, how may I help you?" Answered a chirpy British voice.
"Erm, Hi. I'm looking for Sarah Connors, I think she works with you, or at least used to."
"Connors…we don't have a Connors, I'm afraid…"
Buffy paused, verging on panic, what if she couldn't find her?
"Then can you tell me where she went?" she demanded.
"I can try, miss. Let me see…Connors, Connors…" Buffy heard another muffled voice in the background, and the woman chuckled, "Oh I see… You mean Sarah Meyers! She got married, dear."
"Oh. If you say so… then can I talk to her, please?"
"She's busy right now. Wait one moment while I see if she can take your call." Buffy agreed, and tapped her fingers on the bedspread while another irritating tune played.
"God I hate being put on hold." Buffy murmured to herself. A few minutes later, the woman returned,
"Hello?"
"Yeh?"
"Yes, Mrs Meyers can spare a moment, I'll put you through." Buffy swallowed. She was about to talk to someone who had known her parents. Suddenly she couldn't remember what she was meant to say.
"Hello?" Answered a new voice.
"Hi, erm, is this Sarah Connors… I mean, Meyers?"
"Yes, dear, Connors was my maiden name. How can I help you?"
"My name is Buffy Summers, and I just found out I was adopted. You were the agent my parents went through- I was wondering if you could tell me anything about them."
"I have no record of a Buffy Summers… Oh, Joyce and Hank Summers? Anne Potter?"
"Yeah, sorry, that's right, they changed my name." Buffy said, flustered, she was so close, but so scared to go further.
"Yes… I'm afraid I need parental consent, Miss Summers."
"My Mom died last week. It was when I was sorting her stuff that I found the papers."
There was a moment of silence while Sarah Meyers had no clue what to say. The girl had lost her mother, and then found out that she wasn't really her mother at all, all within a week. Sarah suddenly felt so insignificant, as if her life was so trivial when other people had to suffer so.
"And, your adoptive father?" She managed.
"-Left us years ago, didn't even come to the funeral. He hasn't been my father for a long time." Buffy replied coldly.
"Ah. And how old are you, Miss Summers?"
"I'm eighteen."
"Then I suppose we can go ahead…" Buffy could hear computer keys in the background. "Ah yes, Potter… Miss Summers, I'm afraid this cannot be done over the phone." Sarah forced herself to say. "I really wish I could, I understand how awful all this must be, but I need proof of who you are, for legal purposes; and there are some things I think we should discuss in person."
"Er, yeah, ok…" Buffy stammered.
"So if you could come in to the agency…"
"Erm, I live in California." Buffy said.
"Oh. Well that is a little awkward… but still, Miss Summers, I cannot give out this information over the phone, I'm sorry."
"No. I understand. I'll come."
"Alright. Just come when you can, phone in and say who you are and I'll clear a space for you right away, alright?"
"Yes. Thank you." Buffy said. She had heard the catch in Mrs Meyers voice towards the end of the conversation. There was something she couldn't tell Buffy on the phone- something bad. Something Buffy wasn't sure she wanted to know, but at the same time, she knew she needed to. She went back downstairs to the others.
"Anything, Will?" She asked. Willow shook her head, frowning,
"Not exactly… Lots of Harry Potter. Some of them have reference to James Potter, but these sites are crazy."
"What do you mean?" Buffy asked.
"Well- look at this one, there's something about James Potter somewhere, but the site is huge, loads of message boards and stuff… here, 'Harry Potter- the boy who lived', there's all these message boards… 'I love Harry Potter, he's like so cool.'… 'You don't even know him! I actually talked to him last year at school!' 'Oh my god, you know Harry Potter!?' I mean, it sounds like he's some sorta celebrity, but I've never heard of him."
"Me neither." Buffy agreed.
"Shall I just move on?" Willow asked. But Buffy had the strangest feeling that this needed more attention.
"Maybe he's a relative." She said weakly.
"Ok then… here, I'll try joining in… oh crap."
"What?"
"You have to be a member. Wait a sec… Name; erm…"
"Drusilla." Xander provided, grinning.
"Ok, email, that's easy… what the heck? 'To register, you must take this test'? Never had to do that before… ok, 'Who is the one wizard" She glanced at the others, "who 'you know who' is afraid of?' What the hell does that mean?"
"Put 'you know who.'" Buffy said, shrugging. Willow smiled,
"Ok. What potion can tame a werewolf? What the heck… there is no such thing!" Willow exclaimed. She wrote as much, and after a few more confusing questions, a box came up proclaiming 'You are a muggle'. Then they were allowed to continue. Willow was annoyed. She checked to see what members were on line, and found ' Harry's girl', ('well that's lame' Buffy said) who was labelled 'witch' Willow clicked to send 'Harry's girl' a message, and typed,
What is a muggle? Who is Harry Potter? Reply ASAP.
Soon enough she received a message,
*Grins* Don't worry, muggle means you're not a witch or wizard. Harry Potter is the boy who lived.
Willow stamped her foot.
What does that mean!?! And BTW, I am a witch!!
Then;
If you were a witch, you would a. know the answers to those questions, and b. know who Harry is.
"Urgh- irritating people." Willow murmured.
"Will, you don't have to…"
"No! I'm gonna find out." She snapped back.
I AM a witch, but that's not the point right now. Is Harry Potter related to anyone called James Potter or Lily Evans? If she married James, I guess she could be Lily Potter…
This time the reply took a few minutes, as if Harry's girl was shocked. But then,
Well yeh. How did you know if you don't know who he is? They're his parents.
The scoobies just starred at the screen.
"It could just be a coincidence, right?" Xander said.
"Yeah, sure, probably is." Buffy said, her voice clearly showing she didn't believe it. She pushed willow out of the way, taking over.
Did they have any other children? Where are they? Why is Harry Potter famous?
Reply:
No, it was just Harry. Erm, they're dead. Harry is famous cos he didn't die. Who are you?
Buffy felt empty. She knew these were the straightest answers she would get from Harry's girl. So she typed one last thing before logging off.
I am Anne Lily Potter. Daughter of James Potter and Lily Evans.
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