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Family, Part 2

"I don't believe they've ever mentioned a cousin..." English started.

"SCOTT!!" A voice cried out from the stairway, followed by a blur of movement as Dawn ran into his arm, "God! It's been so long!"

"Hey kido, good to see you too." Scott hugged his young cousin, "I was just in the neighbourhood, so I decided to visit my two favourite cousins."

"Just in the neighbourhood?" Dawn looked at him, hands on hips in mock anger, "Since when has LA been 'just in the neighbourhood' for New York state? I thought you had a job teaching at some privet school there?"

"I did. I mean, I do." Scott's face fell, "There was, an accident, Jean was killed."

"Oh my God!" Dawn's jaw dropped, "What happened?"

"It's complicated..." Scott started.

"It always is." Buffy said from the main doorway, Willow and Kennedy looking over her shoulders, "Guy's, this is Scott Summers, my long-lost cousin from the East coast."

"It's good to see you too Buffy." Scott nodded, "I'm sorry I couldn't make it back for..."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure mom would have understood." Buffy brushed passed her cousin, "It was only her funeral after all."

"She's still a little upset about that." Dawn explained as Buffy disappeared upstairs, "Dad didn't show up, and then when you had to cancel on us... Well, she took it kind of hard."

The English guy behind the desk clear his throat.

"I'm sorry, Scott, this is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: he's sort of in charge around here." Dawn nodded, "Wes, this is Scott Summers, my cousin: He lived with us for a while after his parents died."

"Nice to meet you, Mr Summers." Wesley nodded, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to the office." He disappeared out the front door and into the night.

"I thought you said he was the manager?" Scott asked Dawn.

"No: this isn't a hotel as such." Dawn explained, "We know the owner, and he offered to put us up after the whole 'Sunnydale sinking' incident. Wes works at a law firm called Wolfram-&-Hart most of the time: he's just here to make sure we're all ok."

"Are you?"

"Kind of: it's hard to keep track of everything that's happened the past few week's. That thing with everyone collapsing on the floor kind of freaked us all out a little."

"Yeah, I can see how it would..."

"Scott?"

"Nothing, nothing, just something I'd rather forget."

"Is it about Jean?"

"Yeah, but like I said; it's complicated."

"So?"

"Is there somewhere privet we can go and talk?"


"I can't believe you've kept the fact that you're a mutant from us all these years!" Dawn was pacing backwards and forwards along the roof of the Hyperion.

"It took me a while to get used to the concept myself." Scott was sat on an old chair left there years ago, looking at the city light far below, "And I was scared that you wouldn't want to be near me if you knew the truth."

"Why would you think that?"

"A lot of people can't deal with having mutants in the family: they freak-out."

"You should know that Buffy and I wouldn't do that." Dawn stopped pacing, "You're like the big brother I never had: there's no way I could stop liking you."

"I know, but I've seen a lot of close family's get torn apart by the revelation that one of them is a mutant."

"And so the school you teach at?"

"It's a school for mutants: all the teachers and students are mutants."

"Whoa, and I thought that my life was wired?"

"Huh?"

"It's a long story." Dawn blushed.

"So was mine." Scott sat up, "I'm not going anywhere."

TBC?