Don’t own a single character in this story they belong to various people and I’m not sure who they all belong to except that Buffy belongs to Joss. (Does the way that is worded sound suggestive to anyone else or am I just insane? Or more so than usual.) The various other characters belong to J.K Rowling, Warner brothers, MGM, and Marvel Comics

Family Reunion

Prologue

Letters

Buffy sighed; she had been royally beaten by that super vampire last night. The whole ass kicking part of the program, had been in reverse last night. She had barely stood against one, and lived to tell the tale. And the way Giles was talking, there was an army of those things itching to come out of the hellmouth, and have a party with the people of the world as the main course. The question that was going over in her mind, was how was she supposed to fight an army, when she could barely take down one of the scouts? And why was all this on her shoulders all of a sudden? She snorted to herself. She already knew the answer to that damn question. It was because she was the fricking chosen one, Slayer comma the. She was the one person in all the world with the strength to supposedly kick the ass of every evil undead thing there was, yadda, yadda, yadda. She had been doing it too. Ever since she had been 16, when she had moved here, and had killed all sorts of evil bad guys. Had even been forced to try and kill some of her closest friends even, that was what the fun it was, to be the chosen one. You had to do all of the not so fun jobs, and then put on a happy face later on, no matter what happened.

Her eyes darted briefly to a photo that she had on her headboard. There were actually several pictures on it. There was all the original Scoobies; there was one of Team Angel, and ones of various people. The one her eyes had flickered to this night, was the one of her childhood friend Ford. Ford who had tried to cheat death, and in the end made her kill him. Of course, his idea of fighting death was to become a soulless vampire. If Spike were around still she would have slapped him upside the head for that

Maybe this was really it, the one where they all bit the dust, there would be no one around who would care enough to bring them back to life, because they would all be dead. Except for a handful of people that had already left town for various reasons. This thought made her eyes flick to two pictures one was of Angel her first love the other was of a pale skinned man almost as white as her vampire lover except he was a werewolf the one person that had always put Willow first had been Oz. Somehow though she doubted that would matter much to anyone, and besides if they fell here, the world would be over run with all sorts of monsters, and that would be in the end as in, ‘Da deeb da deeb, deeb that’s all folks.’ And hell would come to earth to this dimension because she hadn’t been good enough to stop the forces of hell from coming through this time. She ached all over, but there had to be something she could do, that would help. Sighing again this time in frustration she got up off the bed, and went downstairs for a snack damn slayer metabolism. It was at sometimes, a real pain. She found a leftover pizza that for some reason that would remain a mystery Xander had not touched. She looked up from the food in the microwave and noticed the address book that her mom had kept the names of all of her friends and family lying there under a small pile of papers. She calmly picked up the book, along with the yummy smelling pepperoni pizza, and went back to her room.

She sat down at the desk, and looked over the various names in the book, some of these people she had never heard of, but were actually supposed to be distant cousins, or they were friends that her mom had made on one of her business trips, or even from her college days. It was kind of crazy realizing, that her mom had known so many different people, but never told her about them. ‘Kind of makes you wish you had done that family tree project for school’ she thought to herself. Looking at this had given her the very smallest of ideas, an idea she knew that Giles and the others would hate, but an idea all the same. The only question was, should she? ‘What the hell.’ She thought, maybe she could give the world a fighting chance. Even if it was a really, really slim chance. She began writing letters of warning to each of the people that were there, and just went down the line, telling them her story, and some of the story of her friends they had a right to decide if they wanted people to know about them. When she was done, there would be at least a handful of people that might hopefully understand what was going on, that is if they didn’t try and send her to a mental hospital she thought wryly, a small grin on her face. “Oh, ouch.” She whined as the grin tugged at some of the scratches she had, but were not big enough to warrant stitches. It took her nearly all night, but she had a nice big old wad of letters ready to be sent along with several copies of her version of what had been happening fortunately Anya had insisted on buying a copy machine to take care of business receipts and amazingly wasn’t charging them to use it. And to think that she had nearly failed English she thought as she stuffed one of the envelopes, she still hated to write a lot by hand though. She would take the letters on by the post office tomorrow; it was still open, so that meant she might be okay. Content, that even should she fail, that there would be others to be there, and continue the fight that she had dedicated her life to. Even if she knew she would never really win the fight, it had been fun while it lasted though. She nodded in satisfaction as the last stamp was in place and she had drunk enough water to get the stamp taste out of her mouth she then went back to her bed for a few hours rest.

The Powers That Be looked on with interest at what their warrior had, and nodded in approval to each other at this plan, but they also knew that the current allies of the Chosen One might persuade their Champion not to do this. Such a thing would be sad; perhaps it was time that others knew what it was that was done in their world. They whisked the letters away in a glow of light and placed the packet in a mailbox that would be picked up later. There would now be no backing out of this for their Champion and the world might stand a chance since they were even more limited than usual on what they could do thanks to the one the world knew as Jasmine.

The Human Spirit though, is not something that even the Powers can truly understand, and one thing many do is to always protect their families. The wheels of change had been set into motion, and now the world, and the Powers would see the consequences their meddling had caused for the destinies of all the people in this dimension.

Don’t own a single character in this story they belong to various people and I’m not sure who they all belong to except that Buffy belongs to Joss. (Does the way that is worded sound suggestive to anyone else or am I just insane? Or more so than usual.) The various other characters belong to J.K Rowling, Warner brothers, MGM, and Marvel Comics

1. Delivery

Kansas

The mailman casually dropped the stack of bills mixed in with a couple of letters into the mailbox. Personally he wouldn’t have minded talking that lived at this particular place or managing to grab some of the famous muffins that were made here either. He mainly wanted to talk though because their had been something seemingly odd about the really think letter, it had come all the way from some place called Sunneydale in California. He prided himself with knowing things about every place a letter had come from and a bit of the history, but oddly enough there had been very little information about the place. There had been a snippet here and a snippet there but that was it. From what he had been able to find out it was supposed to be a few hours away from L.A had large gang violence and was older than any other town that he knew of, it might even be the oldest town in the whole U.S despite its small size. Well since no one was here to pick up the mail today he had best be off even if his curiosity wasn’t going to be answered today, He was halfway to his mail truck when a gust of wind blew his hat off and he swore he saw something move past him in a blur but when he turned around all he saw was the kid walking down the driveway retrieve the mail. Well whatever strangeness that letter brought the people living here would probably never no what to do. The mail chuckled as he though of anyone here handling the anything weird at this home. These were the some of the most stereotypical farmers, that he had ever seen, the only thing that was really missing, was about 8 different kids hanging around or doing chores. No these folks were the mold that few people could fit their was nothing strange about the Kent’s.

Colorado

Corporal Springer sighed, as he sorted the mail for the base. There were magazines, some letters from various sweet hearts, family, friends and some memos from D.C about this and that. As bored as he was, he almost missed noticing the return address on one letter; it was only because it was so thick, that he bothered to really look at it. His mouth went dry as he saw the name that was on there. That was impossible though right? She was dead last he had heard, they had all lifted their glasses in salute of her on the night they found out. Was he really that far behind on what was going on? And what’s more, how did she know Him? He swallowed nervously, as he put the letter in the appropriate pile. After another hour of sorting, he went to make a call. Sure that no one would connect the letter with the call, unless they were tapping the lines of the base. He had hoped somewhere deep down inside, that he would never need to use this number again, except for the odd vague report of nothing that needed the kind of backup, they might want to send.

He placed the call, and was hoping that maybe he was wrong, but they couldn’t take that kind of chance, not on this person. He gave the appropriate signs, and counter signs at three different spots in the conversation, before he was even allowed to make his report. He finally got a hold of his old C.O, which in itself was a relief. “Sir,” he reported, “Graveyard Girl, has just written a letter to one of the commanding officers here, where I am stationed.“

“What!” Was, the shouted response, and the sound of a chair scraping the floor in the background, as someone got up fast from their seat.

“Yes sir,” Springer agreed. “I was just as shocked as you were, I was under the impression that she was deader than a.”

“No,” the voice interrupted, “not that. We already knew, that she was alive and kicking ass again.” Was the distracted reply, Springer bit down on his tongue, when he heard that it wasn’t necessary to inform him of this piece of information. There were more important things, than just his wounded pride here.

“Who was it sent to Springer?”

“The Colonel sir.” There were a lot of colonels at the base, but there was only one person referred to as The Colonel.

“Understood. Go to standby mode. I’ll be leading the secondary team to discuss this with him.”

“Yes sir,” Springer replied hanging up. Great his old C.O was coming to Cheyenne Mountain, to talk with Colonel Jack O’Neil, field leader of SG1.

New York

The mailman was always impressed when he dropped the letters off at this place, the building was farther off in the grounds so it was useless to wait around, to see what it was that went on in there. He casually leafed through the items before dumping them in the box. There were the gardening magazines, that the white haired lady liked some science ones though there were only about half as many as those these days, the handful of letters in about four different languages. The biker magazines and some knew ones that he had been delivering lately on hand to hand combat and another on what appeared to be various circus stars or something like he wasn’t sure since it was in German. Whatever it was that the various people here learned he hoped that this school was making some great people come out considering the load that he was being forced to carry to this place every day Monday’s were just plain torture. He dropped one of the envelopes and grumbled as he picked it up. What was the guy getting? A book to be published he thought as he looked at how thick the envelope was. From a Miss B Summers, Sunneydale California. Sounded like a nice place to take a vacation at.

Wonder if they have a very active nightlife, or if it’s just dead? He liked to have a bit of action on his vacations. Maybe he should ask Mr. Scott Summers.

Georgia

The farm looked like it always did when the people that lived on it weren’t being unfairly persecuted for helping people and doing the right thing the mail was dropped off at the peaceful farm without having to worry about any of the various methods that these people could think of to knock a person off the road. The mail man smiled as he looked over the spread there were days that he wished that he had a spread as nice as this one but he also knew that they had to fight all the time to keep this spread and he just wasn’t sure he had the inner strength to fight the corrupt legal system that was used out here He began filling up the mailbox it was full of the usual car magazines some catalogs on farm equipment and a couple of play boy magazines usually with the girl on top of some car or other he had almost made it back to his car when he heard the familiar sound of a revving engines and the wail of a patrol car as two vehicles came past one had the nerve to come close enough to scratching his paint job the other actually went tumbling off the road for a moment the two cars went on the mailman smiled as he saw them reach a spot where the bridge was supposed to be but it kept going out the car that was being chased actually seemed to go faster for a moment and stopped making the jerky turns it had been making earlier he watched as the first car flew over the river where the bridge should have been the patrol car tried to copy the maneuver and somehow ended up only halfway making it before it started loose air and sink its nose right into the lake with its back wheels sticking up in the air. The mailman sighed the Dukes were just never going to grow up and act their age it seemed some days.

England

Two overly concerned parents were currently reading a letter; that told the story of love hatred and war that a bunch of children had been drawn into. The two would stop and shake their heads in sadness as they came across a particularly bad piece of information as they read. “Almost makes you be ashamed to be English, the father said, as he read about certain tests that this girl had been through by some of his own countrymen due to a tradition set down some few hundred years ago.

“The poor dear.” The woman said as she read a part about how the girl had drowned dabbing at her face.

“You know who we need to show this to, don’t you?” The man asked.

“Yes, but what if she shows it to her teachers, or worse yet, her friends? They might think its up to them to help.”

“It might also let them know that they aren’t alone.” The man said as he held his wife, “and this is family, if its one think that we’ve always wanted, is a family that will stand up for family. If that means that they get into deadly fights for each other, then I’m not going to complain to much are you?” The woman shook her head as she thought of her own baby going through these sorts of things. Could a person’s life be more desperate for a group of friends that had to mold itself into a family like the one that they had spent nearly an entire night reading about?

“Look on the bright side though, we now know what to look for.” The man said, trying to sound optimistic.

“Yes I suppose so,” the woman said, “it can just be a tad overwhelming at times is all.” She admitted.

“I understand,” the man said as e gripped her hand tightly to reassure her. “I plan on using the copy machine, then sending the originals to a place where I know that they’ll be put to good use.

“Do it now,” the woman said as she nodded toward the small copy machine that they had bought last week, to help them and their only child with paper work throughout the year.

Nodding the man copied every paper, then put the originals together then placed them all together and wrote on the envelope before leaving it at the usual pickup place, that they left things. If anyone could make heads of tales of all that information, then it would be his kid. After all, there was no one better than his little girl, Hermione Granger when it came to understanding these kinds of things.

Seacouver

The mailman cautiously approached the place this place was weird on one day the man who lived here would meet him with a smile and a grin on another he might meet him with his hand hidden behind his back as if he was expecting a sneak attack from him. The man was a bit odd as well a guy as young looking as him being a art dealer just seemed off for some reason but he wasn’t going to pry after all it could be something simple like he was a fence and got jumpy when people came by and was just protecting his interests it wasn’t really his business and he didn’t think anything of handing the heavy envelope to the man he received letters like that all the time although they usually came from England or Paris than they did from places in California. But hey this was Conner McCloud, as long as he was nice, he wasn’t going to say anything about him.

The mailman smiled at one of the beautiful girls that lived in the big house one of these days he was going to ask the youngest one out but for now he would just have to deal with watching the girls as they rushed out of the house right before lunch occasionally in some of the more revealing outfits his personal favorite was the purple top with the short skirt the red head war the hip hugging dress that the middle one wore and the slightly to small outfit that the eldest one war that showed off her assets watching the Hawiells was definitely the best part about delivering the mail.

The man smiled as the youngest and him nearly collided another step and. He found himself stumbling past her his collision somehow thwarted. Muttering an apology he handed over the mail noticing that the eldest had something from C.A he would just have to ask about it next time since he didn’t think that they were fooled right now by his innocent act.