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Summary: Her figurative 'grandfather', as it were, was the closest chance she had of finding Timothy Drake, now known as Dr. Gregory House, and that had to be her main focus.
Notes: Written with marag's blessing; I got this idea and had to run with it...
Also, Fibromuscular dysplasia is the logical diagnosis for what happened to House during 'Three Stories' (House, MD, 1.22).
Timelines: Buffy, post-'Becoming, Part II'; general storyverse, post-Acquainted with the Night by marag, which is encompassed in its own wonderful universe where Gregory House was once our dear Timothy Drake...
Spoilers: Buffy, seasons one and two; the above masterpieces. Batman Begins/The Dark Knight.
"If you walk out of this house right now, don't even think about coming back." - Joyce Summers, 'Becoming, Part II; Buffy the Vampire Slayer, 2.22'
The haze of tears abated slightly as Buffy blinked enough of them away to see.
She was here again, in Angel's mansion, her Claddagh ring lying there on the floor before her but every time she started to pick it up, the sobs threatened again and she had to stop yet and again to collect herself. Finally, she reached down and snatched up her ring, quickly slinging her bag back over her shoulder before running out of the house.
Getting a bus to Gotham wasn't difficult, though she hated the way everyone (or so she felt) stared at her because, try as she might, she couldn't stop crying. Buffy steeled herself and blew out a breath.
Never mind any of that, it wasn't important. What was important was getting to Gotham and getting in touch with Bruce Wayne however she could.
Her figurative 'grandfather', as it were, was the closest chance she had of finding Timothy Drake, now known as Dr. Gregory House, and that had to be her main focus.
She needed to know who the man her mother had fallen in love with was, even if he'd decided he no longer was that person.
After all, they had something in common now, didn't they?
Buffy gripped her Claddagh tighter as the bus rolled, for her, far too slowly along and willed herself to stop crying.
With a breath of fresh air, as the bus finally rolled into the Gotham Greyhound station two days later, she finally felt as though she'd succeeded.