Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Gilmore Girls

A/N: This is post S2, AND During Jess in Stars Hollow. Hehe, please enjoy.

A/N2: Someone asked the ages of characters, Buffy 17, Rory 15, Lorelei 31(I think), Jess 17 nearly 18(we'll say he's a few months older than buffy.).

Lagging behind her daughter, Lorelei walked next to her niece as they walked up to the house. She couldn't help but smile as Rory practically defied gravity going up the stairs and unlocked the door. Swinging her arm around the shorter Buffy's shoulders she frowned.

"Sweetie, you can talk to me. I don't want you to shut me out or anything, whatever you say stays between us. Honestly Hun, something else happened you're not telling me because if it was just what you told me you wouldn't have run across the whole country."

The blonde slayer stiffened, "I-I can't."

Her head was cast down in shame, "You don't have to. Now come on, let's go see that daughter of mine before she eats all the food."

Buffy tried to smile, "Yeah."

As expected Rory was halfway through her donut, powdered sugar covering her lips, "What, it is sugary goodness."

Buffy laughed at her younger cousin, "Hey, what about the poor little Buffy?"

Rory scrunched her nose up, "Tough luck."

"I tried to be nice," stepping towards the taller girl Buffy poked her exposed side.

The brunette squeaked and jumped away from the bag of donuts.

Lorelei snorted happily and swooped down on a glazed donut, "Aha, all for me!"

Ten minutes later Buffy was sitting on top of the table, bag of donuts in her lap, the other two females laughing flaccidly on the floor. Chewing somewhat happily on the chocolate covered pastry, the Slayer hoped that Stars Hollow would be a good place for her. If she planned on staying she would have to contact Spike. Things being what they were, the Slayer and Master vampire had gotten on very well.

Buffy's suddenly somber mood weighed heavy in the air and nudged Lorelei to speak, "Alright, Kiddo, why don't you go see Lane. I want to talk to Buffy for a little while."

Rory would have argued, but her mom's face was set, "I'll be back in time for dinner."

Alone in the house, Lorelei sat down at the table and looked at her niece, "So, are you going to stay?"
The tiny woman nodded, "Yeah."

There was an unsaid 'For now' tacked at the end that thickened the air in the room considerably.

"Do you need anything?"

"I need to tell someone where I am, write a letter. Get a disposable cell phone. That should be it," Buffy mentally checked a list.

Lorelei pushed her hair behind her ears, "Okay, I can run out and get one now, while you write your letter."

Standing and grabbing her keys the older woman almost didn't hear the younger girl speak, "Thank you, for everything. Things have been, bad, recently. To the point where I didn't know whether I was going to survive, to where I couldn't trust anyone, I couldn't breathe. Everyone expected me to have the answers, and…I was so lost. But they didn't see, they never saw."

Breathing off, and tears starting to form, Buffy hugged her knees to her chest and leaned into the hug her aunt wrapped her in.

"Everything will be okay, I promise," the older woman whispered as she held the girl who seemed more lost than Lorelei had ever been.

Time slipped past as Buffy sobbed unrepentantly into her Aunt's shoulder. Lorelei wouldn't ask questions, she wouldn't judge, she wouldn't send Buffy to an institution. Lorelei would protect the slayer. It was what a good mother and friend would do. Mother, Lorelei had been that to her, more of a mother than her older sister had ever been. That was truly saying something, Buffy didn't often get to see her favorite Aunt and Cousin, but when she did, life was good, fun. There was certainly no love lost between Lorelei and Joyce Gilmore.

Lorelei didn't complain that the table wasn't exactly the most comfortable object to lean on, or try to pull away. No, Lorelei didn't say anything, she just held the tiny blonde. How could she not. The way Buffy looked at her, eyes filled with unshed tears, it was how a 16 year-old Lorelei had looked in that waiting room.

At last Buffy pulled away, and smiled blearily, "Sorry."

Lorelei shook her head and tucked a loose lock of hair behind the girl's ear, "No, Sweetie, you needed that."

"I think so," Buffy nodded, "I haven't cried in so long, I just felt empty."

"It's okay. I'll run to the store and get the phone and a pint or two of ice cream. Then when Rory gets home, the three of us wallow."

"Wallow," Buffy said the word, puckering her lips at the end, "Sounds yummy."

"It is. Ooh, I'll get a movie too. Preference?"

Buffy smiled and wiped her eyes, "Colin Firth."

Lorelei did a little eyebrow waggle before a snort of laughter escaped, "P&P?"

"Rory's clearly getting to us…we should stage a revolution."

"Oh-ho-ho, My Dear Miss Elizabeth I should think I can make a stop at Patti's on the way home. Be ready for some fun."

The brunette was dancing out the door before Buffy could even whimper in fear. Yes indeed, The Big Bad Slayer could face down thousand year-old vamps, but she'd turn tail the moment that special twinkle found its way into her Aunt Lorelei's eyes.

Shaking her head, Buffy hopped off the table and started rooting around the kitchen for pen and paper. Settling in to inform Spike where she was. It had been nearly three months since she had seen the familiar bleach blonde man. She couldn't tell anyone else details about her trip, like the man who had propositioned her had been 27 and a lawyer slash cowboy, or about the granlox demon who had tried to poison her with hot pink goop.

Ach, i do intend to finish this story, i am just a horrible human being. I tend to get distracted by new ideas and then my brain goes caput. Ah well, review, always like to hear from you guys!