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. Barbie is the trademark of Mattel, My Little Pony of the company that owns that trademark, which is not me, not at all. Legally Blonde, belongs to its owners. Since my connection with USA is limited to my great-aunt and my cousins... I guess it isn't me.

I got bored of withholding interesting chapters...

Oh, and the thing at the beginning of chapter 1, it still counts. So if you're dead set in thinking that Josh and Donna belong together for always... SHUSH.

On to the fic.

Chapter 2.

"Donna, are you sure we're driving the right way?" Sam Seaborn glanced at the map he'd taken out of the compartment. Donna rolled her eyes.

"Well, Sam, dear. I'm pretty sure I'm driving the right way. It's my hometown we're going to after all. It's not long."

"Aren't you from Los Angeles?" He glanced over at her.

"Home is where the heart is."

"That would make your home wherever I am, wouldn't it?" She threw a smile at him; he was just too adorable for words when he tried to be suave and charming.

"Seriously, Sam. I was eighteen when my parents split up, and had just started University in Wisconsin when Mom moved to Sunnydale with Buffy and Dawn. I think of Sunnydale as home, nevertheless, not L.A" Sam shrugged.

"I just can't get over the names you people have. Donnatella, Buffy and Dawn. Did your mom name you while the drugs was still in action?"

"And Norman is such a normal name." Donna scoffed. "Buffy's named after Buffy Sainte-Marie. My mom was a big fan."

"Yeah, but why not name her Marie instead. Slightly more subtle."

"Well, there's also this case of naming your daughters after the ancestors. And Buffy is a nice nickname for Elizabeth, after Great-Grandmother Elizabeth." Donna turned her head slightly and grinned at her boyfriend before looking back on the road. "Look, we're here. The "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign is still standing." Her boyfriend, the Deputy Director of Communications in the Bartlet White House, rolled his eyes. "I saw that."

"Yeah, and I saw the airport sign. Why couldn't we fly to Sunnydale instead of flying to L. A. and driving here? We don't have a very long Christmas break. Wouldn't you want to spend the most possible time with your family?"

"But where would the fun be in that? There's not an awful lot of planes going to Sunnydale, it's faster to drive. Besides," She shrugged. Sam stared at her. Nobody, nobody shrugged quite like Donna. It was a form of art, he decided, that had been polished to perfection by working for Josh. "I'll get more time with you this way." He grinned foolishly at her. Their relationship was so new that he hadn't met her family; Josh had been the one to accompany her to her mother's funeral. Donna and Sam hadn't begun to explore the possibilities of them being together until afterwards.

"This will be nice, meeting your family for the first time, celebrating Christmas with them. At least your father was out of the country, so we couldn't meet him in L.A."

"Are you nervous, Sam?" He gulped and nodded slightly. "That's so sweet." She took her left arm off the steering wheel and patted his thigh. "But they don't bite. A week with my family won't kill you."

"I'm not good with my girlfriends' families, Donna. Lisa's family couldn't stand me and we all know about Jenny and Leo. What if I screw something up?"

"I only hope they haven't read about Laurie."

"Donna. Don't say it. You've jinxed me. I mean, the first thing your sisters ask me will be if I paid you to take me here."

"You're paranoid. It's my sisters, who are not members of the press, or republicans. They don't follow politics, they don't know who you are. Dawn and Buffy are more likely to recognize the latest trends on the street than anyone I work with." She slowed down and turned into a driveway. "Sam, I normally had to harass Mom with phone calls to get her to vote. And I don't think Buffy's registered as voter yet, either." She turned of the ignition. "Well, there's no place like home." They were parked outside the Summers residence in Revello Drive.

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