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.
A little note: I honestly don't know whatever possessed me to write a Christmas fic, in June. It's not even snow outside.* rolls eyes* Just read, and tell me if you liked it, will you?
Chapter 8. Sam wiped the sleep out of his eyes and left Barbie to wander downstairs. It was Christmas morning and he had survived, so far, his stay with his girlfriend's sisters. It was five past six in the morning and he'd been woken up three times before getting his carcass out of bed. Buffy had settled for merely knocking on his door, receiving only a grunt in response. Dawn had been inside and annoyed the crap out of him, by getting in the bed and jumping up and down on it, sometimes even on him. Donna had been the cruelest. She had used his weakness against him, and now he was unable to go back to sleep.
When he got downstairs to the living room and the over-decorated Christmas tree it didn't surprise him to see the rest of the Scooby gang there as well, including a blond British guy and Buffy's mentor, Mr. Giles. He had no idea why Buffy would need a mentor, but he was too chicken to ask. He had no idea why Buffy and her friends had named themselves the Scooby gang either, but hey, when in Rome, do as the Romans.
The blond was an even bigger mystery. They called him Spike, as in the Spike that Buffy wouldn't let the youngest Summers girl be alone with. Yet he was here with them, celebrating Christmas. Buffy together with Spike in the same room. It was almost like Josh inviting Mary Marsh to celebrate Hanukkah with him. Hell had surely frozen over. But Spike was friendly and easy to talk to; he could tell that Donna had been very impressed with his concern about Dawn. What was it with his girlfriend and British males? First Lord Marbury, now Spike and Mr. Giles. Should he begin to worry?
"Merry Christmas, Samuel." The object of his affection plunked herself into his lap and proceeded to kiss him nearly senseless.
"Merry Christmas, Donnatella."
"If you two are finished with the exchange of bodily fluids? I want my presents." Anya was refreshing. She wouldn't have lasted a day in D.C, yet that was what was charming about her. She would speak out what she thought most of the time, without worrying about the consequences.
"We're finished, for now."
"Here is one. To the Bit from the Big Bad. Hey Dawnie, catch." Xander, for the occasion dressed in Santa Claus gear, tossed a tiny present to the brunette.
"Spike, you shouldn't have." Dawn had been quick to unravel the gift-wrap, a disconcerting bloody red color and held up a very nice bracelet.
"I know, I know. The Sl-Buffy told me several times that I couldn't get you a car, so I found this lying around, and thought of you." Sam leaned forward to whisper into Donna's ear.
"He just found it lying around? Who is he, King Midas?"
"Shush. If Buffy doesn't object to her getting jewelry from men, then I'm not going to. I don't spend enough time around here to tell her how to run their lives."
The Xander Claus had unraveled another present from his sack.
"To Donna, from the Bartlets." He tossed it to her.
"The President and the First Lady bought you a present?" Willow was astounded.
"The President and the First Lady of the USA bought you a present?" Anya found the need to specify even further.
"Yeah," Donna wiggled a bit in her boyfriend's lap while unwrapping the gift extra carefully. "It's a book." She began to giggle. "The President and the First Lady bought me a book about the history of New Hampshire, look Sam. They even wrote me something." She held it open, so that he could read it.
"Donnatella, we look forward to having you with us in Manchester again some day. Abbey and Jed."
"How much do you want to bet that I'm going to get quizzed on it?" She whispered while the Xander Santa continued to give out presents to the rest of them. Dawn got "Artemis Fowl" from Buffy, Willow and Tara got things for their dorm room and Sam was surprised to see that he got a book of Nordahl Grieg's poetry about the sea, from the Bartlets.
The big controversy of the morning, however, came when Buffy unwrapped her present from Mr. Giles. He had given her a broadsword, which she swung around with far too much ease for Sam's pleasure. "Thanks, Giles. You're the best. It's really sharp, my old one was getting blunt."
"Ah, well. If you learned how to take proper care of it, it wouldn't go blunt, now would it?" The man smiled embarrassed at the rest of them as Buffy swung it around some more. Finally she went over to a chest standing next to the sofa. When she opened it, Donna freaked.
"Buffy, you have like dozens of various weapons down there. How did you get a permit for them? Does it have anything with you burning down the gym at Hemery?" She got out of Sam's lap.
"I need permit for them, Giles?" Buffy turned to her mentor. "I need a permit for my itty bitty very necessary swords, crossbows and." She turned back to the chest and rummaged through it. "Battle-axes?"
Everybody crowded in to take a look at the weapons. "Buffy," Donna said, sounding almost in tears.
"Buffy," Sam squeaked after he looked into the chest. "You're not, republican, are you?" He stepped back, and went over to sit safely on the couch.
"Buffy?" Mr. Giles sounded disappointed in her. Good, Donna thought. Give her a lecture on why weapons are not safe. "I am very disappointed in you. It's no wonder your weapons get blunt when you leave them mangled together like this. They must be cared for, like babies."
"Eh, Buffster. I don't mean to pry, but where is that nifty little rocket launcher we used to take out the Judge with?"
"Xander, not now." Buffy let the lid of the chest fall down with a bang. "Look, Donna. I'm sorry you had to find out like this, but I'm the V." Dawn wouldn't let her finish.
"Winner of the Sunnydale Fencing Competition this year. Giles taught her everything she knows." Willow sensed a way out.
"Yeah, she leaves everybody hanging in the dust." Spike rolled his eyes and wished for a quick escape and a cigarette. As usual his wishes weren't fulfilled.
"Quit it. I want to tell the truth. Donna deserves the truth. I honestly don't know why I haven't told her sooner. Or why Mom didn't?" Buffy turned around to face them all. "This is not the ideal way to do this. Hell, I'm not sure if there is an ideal way." She dragged a hand through her hair. "Donna, Sam. In every generation there is a Chosen One."
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.
A little note: I honestly don't know whatever possessed me to write a Christmas fic, in June. It's not even snow outside.* rolls eyes* Just read, and tell me if you liked it, will you?
Chapter 8. Sam wiped the sleep out of his eyes and left Barbie to wander downstairs. It was Christmas morning and he had survived, so far, his stay with his girlfriend's sisters. It was five past six in the morning and he'd been woken up three times before getting his carcass out of bed. Buffy had settled for merely knocking on his door, receiving only a grunt in response. Dawn had been inside and annoyed the crap out of him, by getting in the bed and jumping up and down on it, sometimes even on him. Donna had been the cruelest. She had used his weakness against him, and now he was unable to go back to sleep.
When he got downstairs to the living room and the over-decorated Christmas tree it didn't surprise him to see the rest of the Scooby gang there as well, including a blond British guy and Buffy's mentor, Mr. Giles. He had no idea why Buffy would need a mentor, but he was too chicken to ask. He had no idea why Buffy and her friends had named themselves the Scooby gang either, but hey, when in Rome, do as the Romans.
The blond was an even bigger mystery. They called him Spike, as in the Spike that Buffy wouldn't let the youngest Summers girl be alone with. Yet he was here with them, celebrating Christmas. Buffy together with Spike in the same room. It was almost like Josh inviting Mary Marsh to celebrate Hanukkah with him. Hell had surely frozen over. But Spike was friendly and easy to talk to; he could tell that Donna had been very impressed with his concern about Dawn. What was it with his girlfriend and British males? First Lord Marbury, now Spike and Mr. Giles. Should he begin to worry?
"Merry Christmas, Samuel." The object of his affection plunked herself into his lap and proceeded to kiss him nearly senseless.
"Merry Christmas, Donnatella."
"If you two are finished with the exchange of bodily fluids? I want my presents." Anya was refreshing. She wouldn't have lasted a day in D.C, yet that was what was charming about her. She would speak out what she thought most of the time, without worrying about the consequences.
"We're finished, for now."
"Here is one. To the Bit from the Big Bad. Hey Dawnie, catch." Xander, for the occasion dressed in Santa Claus gear, tossed a tiny present to the brunette.
"Spike, you shouldn't have." Dawn had been quick to unravel the gift-wrap, a disconcerting bloody red color and held up a very nice bracelet.
"I know, I know. The Sl-Buffy told me several times that I couldn't get you a car, so I found this lying around, and thought of you." Sam leaned forward to whisper into Donna's ear.
"He just found it lying around? Who is he, King Midas?"
"Shush. If Buffy doesn't object to her getting jewelry from men, then I'm not going to. I don't spend enough time around here to tell her how to run their lives."
The Xander Claus had unraveled another present from his sack.
"To Donna, from the Bartlets." He tossed it to her.
"The President and the First Lady bought you a present?" Willow was astounded.
"The President and the First Lady of the USA bought you a present?" Anya found the need to specify even further.
"Yeah," Donna wiggled a bit in her boyfriend's lap while unwrapping the gift extra carefully. "It's a book." She began to giggle. "The President and the First Lady bought me a book about the history of New Hampshire, look Sam. They even wrote me something." She held it open, so that he could read it.
"Donnatella, we look forward to having you with us in Manchester again some day. Abbey and Jed."
"How much do you want to bet that I'm going to get quizzed on it?" She whispered while the Xander Santa continued to give out presents to the rest of them. Dawn got "Artemis Fowl" from Buffy, Willow and Tara got things for their dorm room and Sam was surprised to see that he got a book of Nordahl Grieg's poetry about the sea, from the Bartlets.
The big controversy of the morning, however, came when Buffy unwrapped her present from Mr. Giles. He had given her a broadsword, which she swung around with far too much ease for Sam's pleasure. "Thanks, Giles. You're the best. It's really sharp, my old one was getting blunt."
"Ah, well. If you learned how to take proper care of it, it wouldn't go blunt, now would it?" The man smiled embarrassed at the rest of them as Buffy swung it around some more. Finally she went over to a chest standing next to the sofa. When she opened it, Donna freaked.
"Buffy, you have like dozens of various weapons down there. How did you get a permit for them? Does it have anything with you burning down the gym at Hemery?" She got out of Sam's lap.
"I need permit for them, Giles?" Buffy turned to her mentor. "I need a permit for my itty bitty very necessary swords, crossbows and." She turned back to the chest and rummaged through it. "Battle-axes?"
Everybody crowded in to take a look at the weapons. "Buffy," Donna said, sounding almost in tears.
"Buffy," Sam squeaked after he looked into the chest. "You're not, republican, are you?" He stepped back, and went over to sit safely on the couch.
"Buffy?" Mr. Giles sounded disappointed in her. Good, Donna thought. Give her a lecture on why weapons are not safe. "I am very disappointed in you. It's no wonder your weapons get blunt when you leave them mangled together like this. They must be cared for, like babies."
"Eh, Buffster. I don't mean to pry, but where is that nifty little rocket launcher we used to take out the Judge with?"
"Xander, not now." Buffy let the lid of the chest fall down with a bang. "Look, Donna. I'm sorry you had to find out like this, but I'm the V." Dawn wouldn't let her finish.
"Winner of the Sunnydale Fencing Competition this year. Giles taught her everything she knows." Willow sensed a way out.
"Yeah, she leaves everybody hanging in the dust." Spike rolled his eyes and wished for a quick escape and a cigarette. As usual his wishes weren't fulfilled.
"Quit it. I want to tell the truth. Donna deserves the truth. I honestly don't know why I haven't told her sooner. Or why Mom didn't?" Buffy turned around to face them all. "This is not the ideal way to do this. Hell, I'm not sure if there is an ideal way." She dragged a hand through her hair. "Donna, Sam. In every generation there is a Chosen One."
