Subject: New Guy Face (BtVS Xover)
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Posted on: 2017-05-16 20:21:00 UTC

"I know that face!"

Joyce's reverie was interrupted by her daughter's voice. She turned her head, unable to keep the smile off it. "Hello, Mom. How was your day, Mom? I'm just off to clean my room, Mom-"

"Don't think you can get out of it that easily," Buffy said with a wink and a knowing tone to her voice. "I know that face. That right there is a grade-A, accept-no-substitutes, 100% new guy face. So c'mon, spill!"

"New guy face, huh?" Joyce tried to humour her daughter for a moment, and then gave up, peals of laughter echoing through the room.

"Mom, what's so funny-"

"Nothing, sweetie, nothing. You're right, though, there's someone new in my life."

Buffy squeaked with glee and hugged her mother. "Yay! So, who is he? Tell me all about him."

"Well, they're about my height, dark hair, strong eyes - they really are lovely eyes - my age or thereabouts. Divorced because the ex's idea of a dream home was a shotgun shack in a desert in Australia, oh, and their voice, that accent-"

Buffy pounced. "Accent? Mom, did you get with the hot pool boy?"

Joyce kept giggling; Buffy didn't mind. She couldn't. The last time her Mom had been this happy, well... she couldn't really remember. "Honey, if we wanted a pool boy, we'd have to get a pool first."

"Hey, I can dream. So, keep going, what's the accent?"

"British. Veeeeeery British."

Buffy went pale. "Giles? Mom, he's, like, made of tweed!"

"It's not Rupert, although he's a lovely man who I'm sure will make some lucky woman a lovely filing cabinet someday. Come on, they're in the kitchen right now."

Intrigued to the point of barely suppressed oooohs, Buffy walked into the kitchen after her Mom, in which sat-

"Oh, hello. You must be Buffy! Joyce has told me so much about you..."

Buffy looked at the mid-sized, dark-haired British woman. They were really nice eyes, now that she looked, but there was something else there -

"Your old mom's got a few surprises in her yet, you know."

"I... yeah. You, uh, you sure do, Mom! Uh... hey."

"Hello! Yes. Sorry. Um." Ah, thought Buffy, the Giles is strong with this one. Wait, why does this feel so, um, normal? "Sorry. It's just... she'd be about your age now."

Oh. That was it.

"Sorry, where are my manners!" The woman stood up, proffering a hand to shake. "Monica. Monica Wilkins."

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AN:-
'"Their names are Wendell and Monica Wilkins, and it's been their lifelong ambition to move to Australia," said Hermione. "And... they don't have any children."'
(Paraphrased from memory)

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