Brother Dearest
By Jyll and Juls
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Part 1
Willow Rosenburg sighed. It had been three years since Buffy had ran away. She missed
her friend. At the moment Oz, herself, Joyce, Angel, Xander, Cordelia and Giles were
in Chicago, sitting in cafe. Joyce was art buying. The Scooby-gang had decided to
tag along.
Angel had been sent back from hell because he had a soul, and as a "sorry for
the mistake" gift, he had been given mortality. Giles and Joyce had been married
for a little over a year.
At that moment, Willow looked up from her tea and saw a most surprising thing.
Right in front of her was a woman that looked like Drusilla, but was dressed differently
than Dru would normally dress. Besides, it was broad daylight. The Dru look-alike
was wearing jeans and a halter top, plus a really cool pair of wire-rimmed sunglasses.
"Dru?" Willow asked uncertainly. The woman smiled and walked over.
"Willow, so nice to see you again" she said pleasantly. But Drusilla didn't
sound insane, although she still had her British accent.
Everyone looked up, dumbfounded to see their moral enemy smiling at them. Drusilla
laughed. "Please, do relax. Spike and I were given our mortality back,'tis lovely
indeed" she said.
That was a bit of a shocker. There was silence. Then Dru spoke up.
"Mrs. Summers, you wouldn't per chance be interested in seeing your daughter
again, would you?" she asked.
Angel looked up anxiously. He was still in love with Buffy, he missed her so much.
The slayerettes, Joyce and Giles had all assumed that she probably lived in a dingy
little hole-in-the-wall, probably waitressing to earn her living.
Drusilla saw Angel's face, she saw the love and excitement in his eyes.
"Calm down, Angel. A lot has happened in the past three years. Things have changed."
"Now then," Drusilla said briskly. "Come along. Buffy's home isn't
far from here." With that said Drusilla picked up her latte mocha and began
walking. The others anxiously followed.
The group walked for about a block, then Drusilla stopped in front of a large, marble
building. It looked very expensive and probably cost a small fortune to rent an apartment
from it.
Drusilla strode up the steps, followed by Buffy's anxious "family". She
walked to the doorman. "They're with me, Robert." Dru said, motioning to
the seven people behind her.
Stepping into an elevator, Dru pushed the button that said 13, the apparently the
top floor.
When the elevator stopped, they all stepped out into the hallway. The walls were
a hunter-green shade, the floor was snow-white.
Dru stopped in front of a door with #180 written on it. She pulled out a ring of
keys and motioned for them to step inside. Then she turned and went across the hall,
probably to her own home.
Giles noticed how beautifully decorated the place was. White carpeting, cream-colored
walls, white and black furniture. The room had artwork in it, too. Sculptures and
paintings, mainly. Not to mention a lovely grand-piano.
"Rodney! You idiot! Do you realize that you just put me back an entire week?
You're fired!" Everyone looked up and saw a very pissed off Buffy throw a black
telephone onto the receiving-piece.
"Buffy?" whispered Joyce. Buffy looked up. Clad in a black blazer and a
short black skirt, with her hair pulled back into a loose French braid, Buffy looked
very professional.
"Hey, guys" said Buffy, giving everyone a once over."I'd stay and
chat, but I gotta book."
"Buffy Summers I am your mother and you will make-" Joyce was cut off by
her daughter. "Mom, remember what happened the last time you said that?"
Joyce decided to shut up.
The door opened and a man stepped into the room. The man looked absolutely identical
to Angel, in fact for a moment everyone thought it was Angel.
Buffy spoke first. "Angelus, thank God you're home. I need to go down to the
office, some idiot totally screwed up the accounts. I'll be back in about forty-five
minutes," said Buffy, walking up to Angelus, giving him a quick kiss and rushing
out the door.
Angelus looked at everyone and smiled. "For the first time in my life, I don't
know what to say. But you guys are lucky I'm in a good mood, so I'll be nice. Please,
sit down" he said.
"Why?" asked Xander. "Did you poison the sofa's?" Angelus smiled.
"Why don 'cha find out, Harris."
"What are you doing here?" asked Giles.
"Come on, Watcher. I live here," was the reply
"You live with my daughter?" asked Joyce. "Are you sleeping together?"
"Well, Joyce, lets see." Angelus began. "We've been married a little
over two years, you do the math."
Part 2
Angel's jaw dropped.*Buffy, married? And to Angelus, of all people.* Finally the
slayer's dumbfounded ex-boyfriend found his voice.
"Excuse me?" he asked uncertainly.
Angelus loved the rise he was getting out of everyone, especially the hurt look on
his look-alike's face.
"And how long has this been going on?" asked Joyce. She had fire in her
eyes. She had come to adore Angel. She would have loved to see him with Buffy. But
now her daughter was with a horrid, wretched man. The man who had teased her, who
had made her poor little girl cry herself to sleep every night, for fun.
"Mrs. Summers, I know what you're thinking" Angelus began. "But Buffy's
not your little girl anymore. She's an adult, capable of making her own decisions.
You need to realize and except that."
There was silence for a few moments. But Willow, the wonderful, understanding Willow,
decided to give the guy a chance.
"So, Angelus," she began, laughing nervously. "You're here. A-and
you're not a demon cause, well, here you are in a not-demon way. Umm, why?"
Angelus cleared his throat roughly. "To be honest, I don't really understand
it myself. All I know is that they took the demon, me, and put me in a mortal body.
So pretty much I'm my good 'ol self all dolled up like DeadBoy over there, 'cept
without the bloodlust. And my wife made me give up the torture thing. Brings new
meaning to the term 'taming your boyfriend,' eh?" At the mention of Buffy, Angelus
smiled, obviously remembering something.
Joyce spoke. "Well, then, I can see that you two seem to be doing well. What
exactly do you do?" she asked.
Everyone looked anxiously at Angelus, curious to hear of the couple's professions.
"Buffy is an interior decorator, she's actually becoming quite famous for her
work. And I'm an attorney," said Angelus.
Xander laughed. "You? You, of all people, are in a profession that deals with
justice?" he asked. Angelus smiled ruefully. "Believe me, no one's more
surprised than me."
"Well, what are your plans for the future?" asked Joyce finally. She knew
that she would just have to accept her daughter's choices. She didn't approve of
them, and she was very angry with Buffy, but over the years she had learned that
acceptance is key.
Angelus looked up, surprised. "Excuse me for a moment, will you?" without
waiting for an answer he got up and went into a room, closing the door behind him.
"Can you say, 'heroin addict'?" asked Xander. Angel smacked him upside
the head.
Two minutes later, Angelus emerged from the room. Tucked into each arm was a baby,
obviously identical twins. They both had chocolate brown eyes and sandy blond hair.
Everyone, especially Joyce, gasped.
"These are our two sons, Shawn and Rory," he said, carefully handing one
baby to Joyce and the other to Angel.
"Kids?" whispered Angel, shocked. He glanced down at the small child in
his arms. It was perfect. Golden skin, dark eyes, light hair, a perfect combination
of Buffy and Angelus.
Angel was jealous. This horrible demon had stolen his body and his girlfriend. He
should have been the one Buffy came home to every night. These should have been his
children. He should have been the one who comforted Buffy. It should have been him
who woke up to see Buffy in the morning. He should have been the one allowed to kiss
her, to hold her, to smell her hair. But no. His evil twin gotten to her first.
Angel handed the baby over to Willow, who was eager to hold it. Joyce held the twin
that she had tightly, memorizing every detail of her grandchild's face.
"Mrs. Summers, you're holding Rory. Willow, you've got Shawn," said Angelus,
sitting back down.
"How old?" asked the new grandmother.
"They'll be six-months old, soon. They were born on November 3rd," was
the response.
Joyce felt rather bad. Even if she hadn't known where her daughter was, she still
felt bad about missing the birth of her grandchildren, whom she loved very much now,
even though she had only just met them.
Silently, as if in unison, everyone forgave Buffy for leaving in their minds. She
had left, but she had not been wasting away. She had gotten married and had kids,
without them in her life, but now she had a purpose other than being the chosen one.
At that moment, Buffy, the vampire slayer, the interior decorator, the wife, the
mother, walked in the room.
Part 3
Buffy shut the door, making sure that the three large locks were clamped tightly.
She walked over to a large ebony desk and set her briefcase down.
Angelus came up to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. He loved the rise he was
getting out of Angel. He could have sworn that he saw smoke coming out his brother's
ears.
Buffy smiled up at her husband, and then walked over to the couch. Wordlessly she
took her now cranky son out of her mother's arms. No sooner had Buffy picked up the
baby then he stopped fussing and cooed.
Handing Rory over to Angelus she went into the kitchen to prepare a bottle, not really
wanting to be in the same room as the ex-slayerettes.
"I guess Buff's not exactly in the mood to speak to you guys," said Angelus,
a sneer on his face.
Angel was infuriated. This had to be some crazy dream. Buffy was ignoring him and
regarding Angelus as, well, a person!
Buffy emerged from the kitchen right then, with two bottles. She handed one to Willow.
She took Rory from Angelus and sat down in a large armchair, cradling her son softly
as he had his bottle.
Joyce cleared her throat nervously. "So, honey, how have you been?"
"Fine," answered Buffy tightly. She hadn't really realized how upset she
still was with her mother. It was something about being in the same room with the
woman that irritated her to her very soul.
Cordelia gave Buffy a once-over, noting Buffy's perfectly ironed outfit, her smooth,
shining hair, and her flawless skin. The Slayer hadn't changed a bit. Although she
would never admit it, Buffy had always looked perfect.
"Y'know, I hear that you get all, like fat after you have kids and all, but
hey, you look fine" said Cordelia. That was about as close to a compliment as
she got.
"Thanks, I think."
Giles was tempted, very tempted, to ask Buffy if she'd kept up with her slaying.
But he knew that this was neither the time nor the place.
Abruptly, Buffy looked up. She knew that this was stupid, sitting here, moping and
pouting.
She stood up and handed Rory over to Angelus.
"Mom? Can you please join me in my study in about five minutes?" asked
Buffy. Without waiting for an answer she turned and went into a hallway.
"I guess she's giving you another shot" said Angelus, rather surprised.
He didn't know that Buffy had the ability to cool down so easily.