BTVS/SPN Crossover: Define: Normal
Okay, so this is my first Buffy/Supernatural Crossover. It was originally a Buffy fic but I found Supernatural and it then became a crossover. Please read and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Buffy or Supernatural. All I own is the idea and the original characters.
Define: Normal
Chapter 1
The silence of the Daughtry home was broken when the phone rang in the kitchen. The youngest Daughtry daughter, Celia picked it up and said, “Hello?”
The voice on the other end spoke quickly and quietly so Celia, only six, had to say, “What?” a couple times. When the speaker was done. Celia whispered “Okay.”
“Mommy!” Celia yelled putting the phone down on the marble countertop and running into the foyer where the stairs were. “Mommy, there’s someone on the phone for you!”
“Alright, Sweetie.” A voice answered back and Celia entered the kitchen again and picked up the phone and hung it up. Satisfied, she went back to the family room to watch Saturday Morning cartoons.
Sarah Daughtry picked up the phone and greeted the voice. She couldn’t think who would be calling so early. “Sarah?” A voice asked on the phone and then paused before continuing. “Is it safe to talk?” Sarah hesitated, she knew that the three children in her house could enter anytime and hears the conversation they were having.
“Yeah, one minute.” She said and walked slowly to the door and closed it. She knew her children would know that their Mother was having an important conversation and knock before entering.
“Ok.” She said to the person on the other line.
“How are you?” The voice asked and she shrugged to herself and sat on her king sized bed.
“Good.” She said, knowing this was true.
“I’m glad, and the kids? Your husband?” Sarah flicked her hair back and paused.
“My kids are good, they’re doing well. And um, my husband is um good.” She spit out.
“Good, Good.” The person on the other line said.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah, I am. Thank you.” Sarah told him.
“Is something wrong?” The voice asked her.
“No, everything’s good. Normal.” She said and smiled at the last word.
“So no problems?” He asked, casually.
“Nope.” Sarah said, playing with her robe’s sash.
“Do you like it there?”
Sarah leaned on the pillows. “Yes, I do.”
“Good, Good.” The man said, and Sarah could hear the tiniest bit of that Grandfather voice she was used to.
There was silence and Sarah knew the pleasant part of the conversation was over. She braced herself for what he would say next.
“But, I need to talk to you in person.”
“Ok.” She answered, personally she was still a little fuzzy on everything and wanted him to clear everything up.
“Can I come by the house this afternoon?” He asked.
“Yeah, that would be good.” She said trying to think if she had anything planned.
“Alright, see you then.” He said to her and she said her goodbyes and hung the phone up.
She then took a shower and got into jeans and a t-shirt and went downstairs.
Her youngest daughter, Celia, middle daughter Isabella and oldest son Aidan were waiting for her in the kitchen. They were all leaning around the marble and wood Island.
She smiled at them. “Who wants pancakes?” She asked them.
After the feast of pancakes they had they all cleaned up. Aidan was washing, Isabella was drying and Celia and Sarah were putting away. After they finished, they all sat on the overstuffed couch in the family room.
Sarah turned to her children. “What’s the plans for today, guys?’
Isabella shrugged. “Hang out?”
Sarah smiled and tickled Celia. “Well I know that your father wants to go out to dinner later. So if you want to relax and hang out that’s fine. What about you Aidan?”
“I don’t care. I’m up for anything.” Aidan replied.
“Mommy, can we rent movies?” Celia asked.
“Sure Ceil we can rent movies” Sarah said and looked at her kids.
“Aidan, do you want to go to the movie store and pick up?” She turned to Celia. “What movie sweetheart?”
Celia jumped up on the couch. “A scary one! A vampire movie!” She said.
“All right, how about The Little Vampire?” Sarah asked and when her youngest nodded she turned to her son. “You should know where that is.” She smirked at him, knowing the movie was a family classic.
Aidan walked out and she turned. “Get something for yourself and Izzy, do you want a movie?”
Isabella got up. “I’m going to go with him, is that okay?”
“Yeah.” Sarah said getting up and kissing both of her children. “Just be careful okay?”
“Okay.” Aidan said.
“Okay.” Isabella answered.
Sarah went to the front door and watched them pull out of the long drive way and then she turned and went back to her youngest.
“Mommy, where do baby’s come from?” Celia asked and Sarah stopped dead.
Oh Boy.
“Why do you ask sweetie?” Sarah said calmly sitting down next to her adorable six years old.
“’Cause, there’s Aidan and then Izzy and then me, but there’s nobody after me and I want to ask whoever makes baby’s to give me a brother or sister.” Celia said.
“Well, sweetheart Mommy and Daddy are perfectly fine with having three beautiful children. And you are our youngest and we love you very much.” Sarah said after letting go of the air she was holding in. She was prepared for this kind of question, just not today.
“Oh, Okay.” Celia said and went back to watching TV.
She took in a deep breath and went into the laundry room, hoping there was something in there to keep her hands busy.
When she was done with two loads of laundry, Aidan and Isabella came home.
“What’d you get?” Sarah asked.
“My Little Vampire for Ceil, Two fast two furious for me, and Cruel Intentions for Izzy.” Aidan said.
“What are these movies rated?” Sarah asked.
Izzy and Aidan shrugged and went to their rooms. Sarah took The Little Vampire from them and put it on, for a delighted Celia.
“Are you going to watch it with me Mommy?” Celia asked her.
“Yes, Honey, I’m going to watch it with you.” Sarah said grabbing some blankets from a chest on the other side of the couch. She put the movie in, grabbed the flicker and sat down.
Celia leaped up from the couch, “Cookies and Milk, I almost forgot!”
Sarah smiled and got up and walked into the kitchen. It was a tradition to eat cookies and milk while watching a movie, especially this one. Celia got out the cookies and the Milk. Poured three glasses. One for Celia, Sarah…”And Teddy!” Celia explained. Another tradition was to pour milk for whatever stuffed animal was around. Usually, six or seven extra cups were poured.
Carefully carrying the tray, like a big girl, Celia set it down on the table in front of the couch and Sarah pressed play. Like Mother, Like Daughter Sarah and Celia both took a cookie and dunked it in their milk. “Yum.” Celia said.
It was half way through the movie when the doorbell rang. Sarah got up, much to her daughter’s displeasure and answered it.
A man dressed simply stood in front of her and before she could say something he let out a deep breath and said, “Buffy.”
Buffy looked straight at the man and then stepped aside to let him in. He walked in and looked around as if seeing if anything was wrong. She walked down the hallway and paused, knowing that Celia wouldn’t come out unless the movie ended, or if she called her and even that was hard.
Buffy led him into the huge kitchen and he sat at the large table. “Would you like anything, coffee, tea?” She said politely and then muttered. “A beer?” she smirked.
“Tea please.”
“What is with you people and tea? Why not a good cup of coffee?” She said going over to one of the cabinets and getting out two mugs and then setting a pot of water on the stove. She went over to the refrigerator, which was covered with report cards and pictures, and got out milk.
“Because coffee makes you tense and tea-.”
“Is calm and you wish to be calm?” Buffy guessed setting the mugs and milk on the table and sitting down.
“How are you?” He asked once again.
“I’m good.” She said, because she was. “But then some days I wake up and realize that I’m not with them and then I go downstairs and then I see my children and I’m okay.” She said smiling. But then her smile faded and her face-hardened.
“You don’t have to hate me Buffy.” He said looking down at his mug.
“I know, but I feel like you took me away from them.”
“We had to, for your safety and theirs.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.” She said and sighed and picked up the mugs and poured the hot water in them and got out tea bags.
She set the mugs on the table and sat down again. He poured the milk in his mug and she got up and got some sugar.
He sipped his tea and then set it down. He looked at her as if wanting to say something but not being sure how or if he should. She knew the look all too well, all her life people were always looking at her, wanting to say something but not being able to say it.
“What?” she said resting her chin on her hand that was propped up on the table.
“Something…has happened.”
She looked up from her cup and her eyes scanned wildly over his face.
“No, nothing about your family they are fine…”
She let out the breath she had been holding onto. “But?”
He stared at her for a couple minutes. “Do you remember the night I came to you?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
He took a deep breath. “There are others, other slayers if you will out there. They call themselves hunters.”
Buffy nodded. “Okay?”
“There’s a family of hunters, The Winchesters, and well one of them, Dean, is in the same situation as you.”
Buffy raised an eyebrow. “Which means?”
He skipped a beat before talking. “He’s your husband.”
“What?”
“His mother was killed by a demon when he was a child. His father has been hunting the demon since and so have his sons. They came across this demon and to protect them and to later save the world, he will be staying here with you and the children.”
“So why not just intervene, why does he come here?”
“Because if he doesn’t his father will die and we cannot loose another. Dark is over powering us Buffy, we need to make a move.”
She nodded. “What happens to-?”
“Your husband?” He cut in. “He was never real…we knew we were going to do this, we just figured it would be better to ease you into a more normal setting.”
Buffy raised her eyebrows. “Yeah, okay.”
“He’ll probably be confused, not understand but he’ll ease into it. He’s a strong one, and I think you’ll like him.”
Buffy stared at him. “When will he-.”
“You’ll know soon enough.” He smiled and got up.
“Thank you for the tea, Mrs. Daughtry.” He said and walked toward the foyer. She got up and followed him.
“I’ll talk to you soon.” He promised and she nodded. He gave a small wave to Celia who poked her head from the family room.
He left and she closed the door after him and turned to her youngest.
“Mommy? When’s Daddy getting home?” The little girl asked and Buffy wondered if this Dean Winchester had any affect on the child’s looks.
“Soon, sweetie.” Was all she could answer.
Okay, so that's chapter one. Chapter two is on it's way if people like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Buffy or Supernatural. All I own is the idea and the original characters.
Define: Normal
Chapter 1
The silence of the Daughtry home was broken when the phone rang in the kitchen. The youngest Daughtry daughter, Celia picked it up and said, “Hello?”
The voice on the other end spoke quickly and quietly so Celia, only six, had to say, “What?” a couple times. When the speaker was done. Celia whispered “Okay.”
“Mommy!” Celia yelled putting the phone down on the marble countertop and running into the foyer where the stairs were. “Mommy, there’s someone on the phone for you!”
“Alright, Sweetie.” A voice answered back and Celia entered the kitchen again and picked up the phone and hung it up. Satisfied, she went back to the family room to watch Saturday Morning cartoons.
Sarah Daughtry picked up the phone and greeted the voice. She couldn’t think who would be calling so early. “Sarah?” A voice asked on the phone and then paused before continuing. “Is it safe to talk?” Sarah hesitated, she knew that the three children in her house could enter anytime and hears the conversation they were having.
“Yeah, one minute.” She said and walked slowly to the door and closed it. She knew her children would know that their Mother was having an important conversation and knock before entering.
“Ok.” She said to the person on the other line.
“How are you?” The voice asked and she shrugged to herself and sat on her king sized bed.
“Good.” She said, knowing this was true.
“I’m glad, and the kids? Your husband?” Sarah flicked her hair back and paused.
“My kids are good, they’re doing well. And um, my husband is um good.” She spit out.
“Good, Good.” The person on the other line said.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah, I am. Thank you.” Sarah told him.
“Is something wrong?” The voice asked her.
“No, everything’s good. Normal.” She said and smiled at the last word.
“So no problems?” He asked, casually.
“Nope.” Sarah said, playing with her robe’s sash.
“Do you like it there?”
Sarah leaned on the pillows. “Yes, I do.”
“Good, Good.” The man said, and Sarah could hear the tiniest bit of that Grandfather voice she was used to.
There was silence and Sarah knew the pleasant part of the conversation was over. She braced herself for what he would say next.
“But, I need to talk to you in person.”
“Ok.” She answered, personally she was still a little fuzzy on everything and wanted him to clear everything up.
“Can I come by the house this afternoon?” He asked.
“Yeah, that would be good.” She said trying to think if she had anything planned.
“Alright, see you then.” He said to her and she said her goodbyes and hung the phone up.
She then took a shower and got into jeans and a t-shirt and went downstairs.
Her youngest daughter, Celia, middle daughter Isabella and oldest son Aidan were waiting for her in the kitchen. They were all leaning around the marble and wood Island.
She smiled at them. “Who wants pancakes?” She asked them.
After the feast of pancakes they had they all cleaned up. Aidan was washing, Isabella was drying and Celia and Sarah were putting away. After they finished, they all sat on the overstuffed couch in the family room.
Sarah turned to her children. “What’s the plans for today, guys?’
Isabella shrugged. “Hang out?”
Sarah smiled and tickled Celia. “Well I know that your father wants to go out to dinner later. So if you want to relax and hang out that’s fine. What about you Aidan?”
“I don’t care. I’m up for anything.” Aidan replied.
“Mommy, can we rent movies?” Celia asked.
“Sure Ceil we can rent movies” Sarah said and looked at her kids.
“Aidan, do you want to go to the movie store and pick up?” She turned to Celia. “What movie sweetheart?”
Celia jumped up on the couch. “A scary one! A vampire movie!” She said.
“All right, how about The Little Vampire?” Sarah asked and when her youngest nodded she turned to her son. “You should know where that is.” She smirked at him, knowing the movie was a family classic.
Aidan walked out and she turned. “Get something for yourself and Izzy, do you want a movie?”
Isabella got up. “I’m going to go with him, is that okay?”
“Yeah.” Sarah said getting up and kissing both of her children. “Just be careful okay?”
“Okay.” Aidan said.
“Okay.” Isabella answered.
Sarah went to the front door and watched them pull out of the long drive way and then she turned and went back to her youngest.
“Mommy, where do baby’s come from?” Celia asked and Sarah stopped dead.
Oh Boy.
“Why do you ask sweetie?” Sarah said calmly sitting down next to her adorable six years old.
“’Cause, there’s Aidan and then Izzy and then me, but there’s nobody after me and I want to ask whoever makes baby’s to give me a brother or sister.” Celia said.
“Well, sweetheart Mommy and Daddy are perfectly fine with having three beautiful children. And you are our youngest and we love you very much.” Sarah said after letting go of the air she was holding in. She was prepared for this kind of question, just not today.
“Oh, Okay.” Celia said and went back to watching TV.
She took in a deep breath and went into the laundry room, hoping there was something in there to keep her hands busy.
When she was done with two loads of laundry, Aidan and Isabella came home.
“What’d you get?” Sarah asked.
“My Little Vampire for Ceil, Two fast two furious for me, and Cruel Intentions for Izzy.” Aidan said.
“What are these movies rated?” Sarah asked.
Izzy and Aidan shrugged and went to their rooms. Sarah took The Little Vampire from them and put it on, for a delighted Celia.
“Are you going to watch it with me Mommy?” Celia asked her.
“Yes, Honey, I’m going to watch it with you.” Sarah said grabbing some blankets from a chest on the other side of the couch. She put the movie in, grabbed the flicker and sat down.
Celia leaped up from the couch, “Cookies and Milk, I almost forgot!”
Sarah smiled and got up and walked into the kitchen. It was a tradition to eat cookies and milk while watching a movie, especially this one. Celia got out the cookies and the Milk. Poured three glasses. One for Celia, Sarah…”And Teddy!” Celia explained. Another tradition was to pour milk for whatever stuffed animal was around. Usually, six or seven extra cups were poured.
Carefully carrying the tray, like a big girl, Celia set it down on the table in front of the couch and Sarah pressed play. Like Mother, Like Daughter Sarah and Celia both took a cookie and dunked it in their milk. “Yum.” Celia said.
It was half way through the movie when the doorbell rang. Sarah got up, much to her daughter’s displeasure and answered it.
A man dressed simply stood in front of her and before she could say something he let out a deep breath and said, “Buffy.”
Buffy looked straight at the man and then stepped aside to let him in. He walked in and looked around as if seeing if anything was wrong. She walked down the hallway and paused, knowing that Celia wouldn’t come out unless the movie ended, or if she called her and even that was hard.
Buffy led him into the huge kitchen and he sat at the large table. “Would you like anything, coffee, tea?” She said politely and then muttered. “A beer?” she smirked.
“Tea please.”
“What is with you people and tea? Why not a good cup of coffee?” She said going over to one of the cabinets and getting out two mugs and then setting a pot of water on the stove. She went over to the refrigerator, which was covered with report cards and pictures, and got out milk.
“Because coffee makes you tense and tea-.”
“Is calm and you wish to be calm?” Buffy guessed setting the mugs and milk on the table and sitting down.
“How are you?” He asked once again.
“I’m good.” She said, because she was. “But then some days I wake up and realize that I’m not with them and then I go downstairs and then I see my children and I’m okay.” She said smiling. But then her smile faded and her face-hardened.
“You don’t have to hate me Buffy.” He said looking down at his mug.
“I know, but I feel like you took me away from them.”
“We had to, for your safety and theirs.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.” She said and sighed and picked up the mugs and poured the hot water in them and got out tea bags.
She set the mugs on the table and sat down again. He poured the milk in his mug and she got up and got some sugar.
He sipped his tea and then set it down. He looked at her as if wanting to say something but not being sure how or if he should. She knew the look all too well, all her life people were always looking at her, wanting to say something but not being able to say it.
“What?” she said resting her chin on her hand that was propped up on the table.
“Something…has happened.”
She looked up from her cup and her eyes scanned wildly over his face.
“No, nothing about your family they are fine…”
She let out the breath she had been holding onto. “But?”
He stared at her for a couple minutes. “Do you remember the night I came to you?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
He took a deep breath. “There are others, other slayers if you will out there. They call themselves hunters.”
Buffy nodded. “Okay?”
“There’s a family of hunters, The Winchesters, and well one of them, Dean, is in the same situation as you.”
Buffy raised an eyebrow. “Which means?”
He skipped a beat before talking. “He’s your husband.”
“What?”
“His mother was killed by a demon when he was a child. His father has been hunting the demon since and so have his sons. They came across this demon and to protect them and to later save the world, he will be staying here with you and the children.”
“So why not just intervene, why does he come here?”
“Because if he doesn’t his father will die and we cannot loose another. Dark is over powering us Buffy, we need to make a move.”
She nodded. “What happens to-?”
“Your husband?” He cut in. “He was never real…we knew we were going to do this, we just figured it would be better to ease you into a more normal setting.”
Buffy raised her eyebrows. “Yeah, okay.”
“He’ll probably be confused, not understand but he’ll ease into it. He’s a strong one, and I think you’ll like him.”
Buffy stared at him. “When will he-.”
“You’ll know soon enough.” He smiled and got up.
“Thank you for the tea, Mrs. Daughtry.” He said and walked toward the foyer. She got up and followed him.
“I’ll talk to you soon.” He promised and she nodded. He gave a small wave to Celia who poked her head from the family room.
He left and she closed the door after him and turned to her youngest.
“Mommy? When’s Daddy getting home?” The little girl asked and Buffy wondered if this Dean Winchester had any affect on the child’s looks.
“Soon, sweetie.” Was all she could answer.
Okay, so that's chapter one. Chapter two is on it's way if people like it.