Title: Blood is thicker than ... blood?

Author: Norwegianne

Rating Pg-13 for innuendo, talk about sex etc. Nothing too graphic.

Disclaimer: Aaron Sorkin et al. own the West Wing, Joss Whedon et al. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Pairing: SAM/DONNA (Although since they're together in this fic the point isn't bringing them together.)

A/N: I would like to point out that the dislike for clarinets that I have Buffy portraying is my own. I have very rarely heard clarinets played in tune, and am not a huge fan of woodwind instruments at all. A good Euphonium on the other hand is marvellous. I got inspired by the fact that Donna apparently played the flute in high school, and info that it was possible that Sam played the clarinet. The joke was found on-line.

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.

Thanks to the reviewers. The best you guys are. I don't think I can be Yoda. Anyway, you're the best. I'm even thinking of writing a sequel.

On to the fic.

Chapter 7.

"So," Buffy's eyes widened, her voice sounded very mother-ish. "Spill. The last time you were here I could have sworn that every second word out of your mouth was Josh this and Josh that. Now you're dating Sam. Whatever happened to the fact that he's one of your best friends?" Dawn had dragged Sam with her to the mall, to see Santa Claus. Buffy and Donna were therefore the only ones left at home. "I remember someone saying something when we moved to Sunnydale about me and Xander? Comfy in your little glass house, sis?"

Donna did not want to have this conversation. "He still is my best friend, Buffy. Do as I say, not as I do." She grinned impishly. "It's like we're best friends still, but with perks. And it's even more than that, he's just so extremely funny and sweet and sexy and he appreciates me in a way that none of my other boyfriends ever has. He brought me daisies for our anniversary." Donna drifted off into her own little world and let Buffy imagine what else Sam had brought for the anniversary. An image, she winced, she could have lived without.

"Doesn't most nice guys remember their anniversary? I don't think any of my boyfriends have, but then again they're not my boyfriends any more, are they?"

"I'm sorry, Buffy. Once upon a time there was a pretty princess called Buffy."

"Donna? That story stopped working a long time ago."

"I know. Does it still work at Dawn?" Buffy shook her head. "Ok, the occasion for the flowers? Our 1 and 2/3 week anniversary. Even Josh had trouble calling Sam a gomer after that."

"He would," said Buffy dryly. "And the fact that Sam is his best friend, as well as yours, didn't stop him from, you know, calling him a gomer before the daisies?"

"No, Josh had some really interesting points about Sam before that. The entire West Wing helped him, for once, as well. I now know every embarrassing thing my boyfriend has ever done."

"I don't think harassing your employees is allowed in the work-place. But it's a sweet story. Something to tell your grandchildren." Buffy perked up her voice.

"Grandma, grandma, how did you fall in love with grandpa?" She turned her voice into an old lady's voice.

"Well, I worked with him, and watched him date other women, one was even a prostitute and then he gave me daisies after my boss had blackmailed him."

"Josh did not blackmail him," Donna straightened her back indignantly. "He merely thought I should know every little bit of Sam's negative sides, so that he wouldn't end up disappointing me like all the others have."

"I need Josh," Buffy decided. "Looks like he's really da man when it comes to sorting out people's personal relationships." Donna scoffed.

"Everybody's but his own."

"Yeah, yeah. The man fixed it so that you now know about everything embarrassing Sam has ever done. I think if someone had done that to me, then my relationships would probably have lasted longer." Buffy said, melancholy evident in her voice.

"So, you and Riley didn't work out. There are plenty of other fish in the sea. No use in tying yourself down too soon."

"Donna," Buffy raised an eyebrow. "The man jumped at the chance to go to one of the most dangerous places on the planet, to get away from me. Don't you think that says something?"

"Only that he was a gomer, and you're better off without him."

"Yeah," Buffy's voice squeaked a little. "I guess. So what's the most unappealing thing about Sammyboy?" Donna was quick to decide.

"He played the clarinet, Buffy."

"And, ms. "one time at band-camp" that's not appealing enough for you? So he had a slightly un-attractive habit that sounds a lot like half dead cats when he was younger. So what? Let me remind you of the fact that you played the flute."

"So?"

"Once upon a time there was a clarinet player and a flute player who took a cruise."

"No, please Buffy. Not the joke."

"The ship began to sink," Donna whimpered as Buffy continued. "And the clarinet player began to scream: 'Help, I can't swim.' The flutist patted his head. "Don't worry. Just fake it, I always do.' Is that what your relationship is like, Donna?"

"I think I'm gonna go bake some Christmas cookies."

"Was that a yes? Ooh, cookies."