Title: Daughterly Duties
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: I own Elli and her parents. Everyone you recognize belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Author's Note: Also my knowledge of US government is about I know that he lives in The White House. I know there is an election in November and I know there is a West Wing. So please forgive any errors. Response to a GidgetGirl challenge. The First Daughter Challenge.
Oh also Season 5 of Angel never happened.
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Several years post-Chosen, one girl discovers her slayer powers in the most unusual of places...the White House. The only daughter of the President of the United States, this girl must keep her slaying a secret from her family, the secret service, and the country as a whole.
Requirements:
One secret service member must be a canon character.
There must be some legislation pending about magic or slayers.
The girl must be somewhat rebellious because of living her life in such a defined cage.
A canon vampire (Harmony, Dru, etc) must prove to be a problem for the slayer.
Either Buffy or Faith must be involved in the young girl's training
Options:
The slayer can be any age, though I would prefer teenaged.
Buffy or Faith developing a relationship with the president.
Ditching the secret service.
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"Alright what do you want to do first?" Harley asked as the friends walked down the street. Elli grinned.
"Let's get tattoos, then sneak into an R rated movie. I want to do the whole teen movie montage thing and to top it off, I want to meet a really hot guy and make out with him!"
"And when you start talking like that, I know you're not getting out enough."
Elli just pulled out her cell phone turning off the ringer (better safe than sorry), "Do you think they've realized they've been ditched? Because I'm going to be in SO much trouble." She secretly wanted to see their faces. Connor and Anne were going to tell her father and her father was going to spaz. It was worth it.
Her mom would put her arm around her dad and try to calm him. Elli would stand there arms across her chest waiting for her punishment. Her dad would threaten her with jail time, no allowance, and more bodyguards. Her mom would whisper something in her dad's ear and Elli would be grounded.
She loved her mom. Her mom understood.
Harley nodded sympathetically, doing the best friend duty, and then she grabbed her arm, "I know exactly what we're going to do." And Elli was pulled in to a dark stairwell leading down to an old door, the window covered in dust.
"We're going to renovate a house?" The first daughter said looking at the place with distain.
"Don't be a snob. This is a club where bands play and hope to be discovered, it's really cool." The brunette explained, pushing open the door and walking in. Elli followed slowly.
"And you're just telling me about this? Why? Does Jayden know?" Jayden was the third member of the trio, but sometimes Elli felt left out due to the fact her bodyguards wouldn't let her do anything fun.
"It's not exactly the place Connor and Anne would let you go. It's the poster place for dive."
Elli kept her mouth shut and her eyes on the stage, or rather the guitarist. The very hot guitarist. She was a teenage girl after all.
"Look at you!" Harley teased following her friends gaze, "Not my type, of course! My type is only James Lafferty, so yeah."
The girl managed to squeak out something that resembled a response. Band members had this essence to them that made them ridiculously attractive. Also she knew that her father would have a heart attack if she ever let the papers find out she was dating a band member. The daughter of the president does not date people like them: The first daughter dated "respectable boys", whose family was involved in government.
Harley poked her in the back, "When he's done the set go talk to him!"
"No. Let's go get something to drink, something preferably with lots of sugar. I'll get us a table." Not that that would be a problem, the club had about 3 people. Elli wanted to know how anyone was going to get discovered.
Harley muttered "Wuss," but walked away to retrieve the drinks.
Elli blushed when the guitarist caught her eye and when he winked, Elli leapt up and walked towards the bar and Harley with her back to the stage.
Harley saw the look on her friends face and nearly dropped the drinks laughing, "I hear looking at the guy is a good way to get attention."
"She's not to be seeing guys for along time." At the sound of the threat in the voice Elli turned around.
"Damn it! Connor how the heck did you find me?" She demanded as she followed the two of them out of the club, Harley tagging a few feet behind hoping to spare herself the wrath of two angry secret agents.
"Homing device, but that's-"
Elli was pissed; no way was she going to let her father put a homing device on her, "No you listen! I'm not some three year old who needs to be baby-sat. I'm 15 flipping years old! And I don't appreciate you chasing after me! If I need help I have a cell phone!"
Connor knew better than to respond to that, if she got any angrier she might bolt or do something stupid. Noelle was infamous for rash decision making, not unlike himself at her age.
She was up in her room minutes after getting home, not even when her father called her downstairs would she come out. She would have been out the window again but they had posted extra agents under her window and at every door.
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Buffy hit the last few keys and pressed save. The job wasn't as awful as she had expected. In fact, it was easy.
She didn't understand how the heck she was going meet Noelle as a secretary, but Willow had assured her that Mr. McDonald was close to the family.
"Are you the new secretary?" A girl asked, it didn't sound like a fellow secretary or an employee it was a teenager. Noelle James was standing in front of the slayer, looking frustrated and annoyed.
"Yes, my name is Buffy. Can I help you?"
"Is Linds in?" She asked referring to the Press Secretary Lindsey McDonald.
Elli had left her room for breakfast and decided it was time for a visit to Lindsey. She hoped that he would be able to persuade her dad to lift the house arrest. Her dad always listened to Lindsey.
"Ye-yes, I'll tell him you're here." Buffy answered but Elli already strolled in.
"Hello Elli. Don't you ever knock?" He asked glancing up from his desk. He had known Elli for most of her life and not once had she ever knocked.
Ignoring the question, she got right to her problem, "I want my house arrest revoked and my dad worships you so I figured you could do it for me."
"Nope. Sorry kiddo." He apologized.
Taking a deep cleansing breath Elli launched into a rant evolving homing devices and boys, the Press Secretary had a hard time keeping up when Elli got into her run on sentence moods.
"Please!" She said with finality, adding a pout on top of it she was sure she was going to get her way. It would be nice once in awhile.
