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.

Update-notices can be found on my YahooGroup.

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 5

Buffy and Dawn had not killed each other, Sam was relieved to notice as he and a slightly disheveled Donna stepped into the kitchen a while later. In fact they were making something as trivial as dinner together, quite peacefully at that. Until they noticed their sister and him, that was.

"Well, well, well." Buffy didn't say anything else, just smirked and continued to chop the vegetables with a knife that made Sam a little bit worried.

"Donna, where's your lipstick?" Caught by the teenager peeling potatoes, and saved by the door. Or rather the people entering the house through the backdoor.

"Hey. Oh, hi Donna. I didn't know you'd got here already." A guy with dark- brown hair and brown eyes hugged Sam's girlfriend with far more familiarity than Sam liked.

"Got in about an hour or so ago. People, this is my boyfriend. Sam, meet Xander, Willow, Xander's girlfriend Anya and Willow's girlfriend Tara." Sam figured that it would be easy enough to remember Xander, and Willow had red hair. But Anya and Tara were both blondes, and he was having some trouble identifying them.

"So," Xander slung an arm around Donna. "Why didn't you bring the J-man as well?"

"Just for your entertainment? I'm sorry, Xand, but the word holiday implies that you sort of get time off from your boss and work in general."

Willow intervened. "Xander, you can talk about Josh later. I'm hungry. What are the two of you cooking? It smells yummy." Sam found himself agreeing. Earlier he had been too busy being embarrassed, but now his stomach was growling.

"We're having pot-roast," Buffy grinned proudly at them. "Dawn found this really good recipe in one of Mom's old magazines. It's really easy to make as well." Sam could hardly remember the last time he'd eaten a home-cooked meal that took more than 10 minutes to prepare. Apparently neither did Donna. She sniffed appreciatory into the air, before moaning slightly.

"Smells heavenly, Martha Stewart. Anything we can do to help?"

"Yeah," Dawn took her hands off the peeled potatoes. "You could set the table, and get out of our way. Some of us were working on dinner, when others were upstairs, having the fun from the looks of it."