Author: steamfan PM
SupernaturalBuffy the Vampire Slayer xover Dawn isn't a magical clone, she's Buffy's daughter, and John's. First fic, so please review.Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 17 - Words: 23,237 - Reviews: 51 - Favs: 36 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 04-30-06 - Published: 04-11-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2887383
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If you recognize it, it ain't mine!
Warnings: I'm mangling timelines. This is set after 'Shadow' for Supernatural and is au from the 'I'm not real' conversation between Joyce, Buffy, and Dawn.
Summary: I read a challange a long time ago about who is Dawn's real father. It suddenly occurred to me that John Winchester would make a good candidate.
"So, I'm not real." Dawn looked at Joyce and Buffy with tear filled eyes, hugging her pillow to her chest.
"NO!" Buffy said and grabbed her hand. "You were made from my blood. That doesn't mean you aren't real. It just means you were conceived differently. Like...test tube kids! And then aged!...So you could...um, help defend yourself?" she finished weakly, glancing at her mom for support.
Joyce nodded. "Buffy is right. You are real. I don't like the way those monks just abitrarily made you without any ones consent, but I would feel that way about any child being conceived without both parents consent. It doesn't mean you are any less real. It doesn't make you any less a part of this family. What it means is, you are my granddaughter and Buffy is your mom. That is a bit strange, considering your ages, but I've learned to cope with strange." She shook her head at their wide eyed stares and smiled. "My daughter is a Vampire Slayer. Her best friend is a Witch. Her other best friend is dating a former Vengeance Demon. The closest thing she has to a father figure is a former Watcher who runs a magic shop. We live on a hellmouth and have an apocalypse every spring." The girls started giggling. "Dawn being a magical clone made to hide a magical something or other?pfft." Joyce waved her hand.
At that, they all started laughing from the release of tension and collapsed into each other. Put that way, Dawn thought, she really wasn't that big a blip on the weird meter. After all, Xander had a chipped Vampire living in his basement apartment. She laughed and clutched at her sides, maybe that was unliving? That right there was waaaaay more freaky than a magical clone. "Wait a minute." she said, looking at Buffy. "If I'm a clone, shouldn't I look more like you?"
Buffy shrugged. She didn't know anything about cloning, magical or otherwise. "Beats me, but we could always ask Willow. But only at the Magic Box, and only under privacy wards so Glory doesn't find out about this." She looked sternly at Dawn. "I'm not taking any risks with your life."
Joyce nodded in agreement. Dawn was far too important to lose over such a stupid mistake and not because of the magical whatsit either. She pulled the girls off of Dawn's bed, and pushed them towards the door. "We can go and ask now, she should be there. I was supposed to tell you it was a research day Buffy, but we got distracted."
Buffy nodded and held Dawn's shoulders as they walked down the stairs and out to her mothers car. Willow would know. And whatever other questions Dawn needed answered they would find the answers to. No matter who she had to beat up. Buoyed up by the thought of beating the daylights out of whichever monks survived Glory's rampage, Buffy smiled as they set off for the Magic Box.