Summary: this is a short fic from Connor’s point of view.
Since it’s Sunnydale and things never go right there I thought the ending to my
last story Humanity needed a little bit more to make it seem more realistic and
stop the happily ever after thing that I don’t really believe in. this is just
showing what happened to everyone.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss etc etc etc
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It seemed like my whole life was made of moments like this one. It was strange being at my uncle Wesley’s funeral and yet his once devoted wife wasn’t but then again if she could even comprehend what was said to her it would probably destroy her even more than she already was. Poor aunt Cordy when she’d had little Billy it had been difficult, the labour I mean and she had been told she wouldn’t be able to have anymore kids and yes it was sad but she had Billy and he was so important to her it hadn’t exactly bothered her. But of course we should have known then that it wouldn’t be alright cos things very rarely are. All us kids have been told about the hellmouth and things and seemingly things never go right for any of us so why should it had stopped just because the hellmouth had closed. Billy was only 4 years old when he got leukaemia, he died 3 days before he turned 5. It had destroyed aunt Cordy within a year she had been admitted to Shady Hills Mental Hospital, she’d been there ever since. Poor uncle Wesley had lost everything, his son and his wife in one swift blow. He had been nothing wasting away until his grief had finally killed him 10 years later. He’d had a pretty poor existence never being able to properly deal with everything. He was so devastated he couldn’t reach out to his wife, a wife who had once been his everything, a wife who he’d once been everything to. I surveyed the people who were here and thought of other people who should have been here. ‘Grandpa’ Giles and ‘Grandma’ Olivia, my mom had been so destroyed by the accident. They had been going on vacation when a drunken trunk driver had crashed into their car, both had been killed instantly. Giles wasn’t really my grandpa and he wasn’t actually my mom’s dad but they had a bond just like one a father and daughter would. Mom’s dad didn’t really have anything to do with her or aunt Dawn. I’d only been 8 when that had happened. Tara wasn’t here either. They decided to adopt a baby when I was about 10, of course I figured there was some stuff that I was missing and so I finally asked my dad who told me they had tried to adopt before, when I was about 3 but had been denied. They figured that since the world in general had become more accepting of same sex relationships they would try again. But they were still denied. Willow had then used black magic to have her will done so she could make them agree to her and Tara getting a baby. Tara had found out and said something like ‘not again’ and left 2 days later. I saw uncle Xander and my big band of ‘cousins.’ He looked so lonely. Anya had gotten sick of ‘human’ life and had found a way to get to an alternate reality where she could return to her former glory. The kids had all been so lost without their mom and mine had tried her best but with 4 kids of her own found it hard. Willow had offered to help but Xander had refused saying he wanted his kids to grow up properly not with black magic covering their souls and making them change into something he didn’t want to know, even then I had guessed it was some way of saying he didn’t like what she’d become. I think the biggest and worst thing had happened 3 years ago and as much as all these other things had affected my family none had like this. It was a few weeks after I’d turned 14 when I was told the truth. Buffy Anne Finnley was not my mother. My real mother had been a vampire, my father’s sire, and had killed herself so I could be born. I had no mother until I was 2 when my father turned human and he and Buffy got together. She was my mom, the only one I’d known in fact if no one had told me I never would have guessed. I looked like my dad so I couldn’t have guessed that way, but Buffy treat my exactly the same way as my younger half sisters and brother. She treat me exactly like her own. I loved her as my mom. Whenever I had a problem I always went to her in fact in some ways I found it easier to talk to her than my dad. I knew the truth about my family more so than my brother and sisters did, I always wondered why that was until I was told. The only person who had escaped the majority of this was my aunt Dawn. Her and uncle Ryan were cool. Their place was just somewhere to relax and hang whenever home was bad and with my sisters that happened a lot. You would never believe they were 13 the way they acted. My brother was okay at times but he was 12 and wasn’t really into the same stuff as me. Plus there’s a lot of age difference there, which makes it hard. Ryan and I like all the same stuff so coming here is the best, just somewhere to be me and not worry about siblings and parents. It was my haven. Ryan and Dawn never had kids. They wanted to for a while, well actually Ryan did, Dawn didn’t but they got over that. Their lives are too busy for kids anyway. Besides they have about 10 godkids so that is probably as good as, maybe better since they can hand them back when it’s too much.
I flopped down onto the couch exhausted, my mom came in a few moments later and sat next to me, she brushed some of my black hair from my face.
“I know funerals are bad honey but not that bad, what’s wrong sweetie?”
“Nothing mo…nothing.” That was so strange I had always known her as my mom and even after I had been told the truth I’d called her mom but sometimes now I didn’t say it and whenever I almost said it and then didn’t I saw her flinch. She stood. She smiled at me and was about to leave.
“Mom. It’s…I…she…” she sat again and looked at me.
“Come on honey you could always tell me anything.”
“Some guy has been following me.”
“What guy? How long for? Do you know his name? What does he look like? Are you sure? Has he approached you?”
“Mom.” She was seriously wigged and I tried to soothe her. “Mom, I don’t know it’s only been a couple of days. I need to ask you something cos I don’t get it. Mom how can you do it? You worry about me more than your own kids and you seem to love me just as much, why?”
“Honey I don’t care that I didn’t carry you for nine months or that I didn’t really become your mom until you were two. You’re my little boy. I have taken care of you and loved you like one for like ever, blood or not, you’re mine.”
“I love you mom.”
“I love you too sweetie.”
“I wish life was different. People were different. I know the world isn’t fair but uncle Wesley suffered so much. Everyone seems to suffer all around us. We suffer and it looks like we suffer more than other people do.”
“Been there thought that. But look at it this way, we’re happy for now and we have to take the happiness we have now otherwise we’re gonna be like the broody dad that you had before we got together. And let me tell you, you wouldn’t have liked it.” She smiled at me and I grinned back. My mom was so weird.