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kiss_evilgoodbye) wrote2015-02-11 08:35 pm
kiss_evilgoodbye) wrote2015-02-11 08:35 pm
take a step back } { on a quest the poets will sing about
[Written for huntersdaughter! Set in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
takea_stepback. Everyone in this belongs to that verse. This is also the latest of late requests, but there you go.]
“Aunt Buffy.”
The last syllable of Buffy’s name was drawn out an incredibly dramatic amount as she forced herself back to consciousness again to face the tiny blond human who was rocking on her heels next to her bed. She was all dressed, even with her sneakers and jacket on, and she was looking at Buffy expectantly – the kind of look that usually made Buffy feel like she’s forgetting something. She sighs a bit as her eyes close again, wiggling under the covers as she tries to wake up.
“Yes, Banana.”
There’s a very put upon sigh from the small child. “My name isn’t Banana. It’s Hannah. Han. Nah.”
“Are you sure?” Buffy says with a bit of a smirk. “I’m pretty sure I heard you say it was ‘Banana.’”
Hannah sighs, her palm connecting with her forehead. “Aunt Buffy, we don’t have time for this. If we don’t go now, we’re going to miss it!”
“Alright, alright,” Buffy laughs, pushing up into a sitting position and trying to be a bit more serious. “What are we going to miss?”
“All the sales!” Hannah seems very adamant about the severity of the situation. “Then I won’t be able to get Mommy and Daddy a gift for Christmas, and everything will be ruined! I need you to take me!”
“Hannah, honey, the sales last all day.”
“That’s not what the TV said! It said that you have to get there early, or everything will be gone.”
Buffy knows that that’s not how sales work, and that they’re just saying that because it’s good marketing but there’s no convincing a five year-old of that. Buffy is half-asleep and in her pajamas, but she has a feeling with a cup of coffee and a change of clothes she can probably manage to take a five year-old Christmas shopping. She has a few things she needed to pick up anyway.
“Alright. Give me ten minutes to get dressed and I’ll take you to the mall. Deal?”
“Deal. Be in the lobby in ten – ” There’s a pause as she slowly unfolds her fingers as though she’s making sure that all of them are there. “ – ten minutes.”
“I will be there. Now scoot.”
Hannah does as she’s told and ten minutes later, as promised, a fully dressed Buffy is arriving in the lobby. She barely makes it to the bottom of the stairs before Hannah is latching onto her hand and dragging her towards the door. “C’mon, we have to go.”
As Buffy follows, clearly amused by it all, Sam and Dean are coming in the door on their way back from a hunt. Sam’s eyebrows go up at the exit they’re making, and Buffy tries to explain as they go. “Hannah wants me to take her to the mall – ”
“You can’t tell him! Then it won’t be a surprise!”
“ – and I can’t tell you the rest or it won’t be a surprise,” Buffy finishes with a sigh. “We’ll be back in a couple hours?”
Sam nods slowly, before shaking his head. “Have fun?”
Buffy laughs before nodding as well. “We will try.”
***
“No.”
Buffy sighs as she looks down at the girl next to her, dropping down into a crouch next to her. “Are you sure?” Hannah nods in agreement, and Buffy swallows some of her annoyance before responding. “Hannah, that’s all the stores. Are you absolutely positive there’s nothing here?”
She nods, making a face and clearly frustrated herself. “None of them are perfect.”
Buffy sighs again, drumming her fingers against her knee for a moment, before she tips her head to the side to look at her again. “Why don’t you make them something?”
Hannah’s eyes go wide like that is the best idea she’s ever heard, and she nods eagerly in agreement. She could totally make them something. “We need supplies though.”
“We do. But I know just the place to get them.” She holds out a hand to her, and Hannah takes it eagerly a bit of a bounce to her step as she follows Buffy’s lead and counting off the supplies that they would need on her fingers as they go.
“We need construction paper and popsicle sticks and glue – the really good glue, not the glue sticks that aren’t even sticky – and and … and glitter!”
Buffy can’t help but make a face at the mention of glitter, but Hanna doesn’t seem to notice. This was going to end so well.
***
By the time they’re finished and the more nocturnal residents of the Hyperion are starting to join the land of the living (or this case unliving), the kitchen is a mess. Buffy would apologize for helping Hannah get glitter everywhere, but considering she’s a – going to be washing glitter out of her hair for a month and b – knows that it was a worthwhile sacrifice to make, especially considering she’s probably going to be doing most of the cleaning up for the sleepy five year-old next to her. She just manages to catch her before she gets her hair in a plate of glue and pulls her up onto her hip, looking down at the masterpieces in front of them.
“I think you did good, Banana,” she says softly.
“My name’s not Baaa – ” Her voice is cut off by a massive yawn, and she burrows her face in Buffy’s shoulder.
“Right. My mistake.” Buffy tips her head to the side. “What about Hannah Banana? Can I call you that?” Hannah makes the appropriate face at her of a child who doesn’t want a cutesy nickname, before a low voice comes from the other end of the room.
“Want me to take her?” Buffy and Hannah both glance over to see Sam standing in the doorway again, and Buffy nods, ready to shift her into Sam’s arms before Hannah violently protests.
“Wait! Don’t come closer! It’ll ruin the surprise.”
Sam’s hands come up in self-defense, stopping on his trek through the kitchen. “Alright. Not coming any closer.”
“How about I come to you?” Buffy offers, making her way over to put a sleepy and glitter covered Hannah in her father’s arms. “She’s probably going to need a bath.”
“Yeah, I figured as much. You sure you’ve got everything here?”
“Yeah, I can handle it. It’s actually not as bad as I thought it was going to be.”
Sam’s eyebrows go up in confusion. “This is not that bad?”
“I gave a five year-old glitter. All bets were off.” She smirks a bit. “And as such I will bear the responsibility of cleaning it up.”
Sam nods in agreement, and Hannah picks her head up again. “You’ll make sure they’re a surprise right?”
“You have my word. Now go get cleaned up.”
With that, Sam turns and carries her upstairs to their suite, while Buffy turns back to the mess that was left in their wake. Sitting in the middle of it all were a set of seven ornaments, all made with wide popsicles, each featuring a different member Winchester immediate family. She’s pretty sure that Sam and Jo were going to love them, regardless of the fact that they looked like they were made by a five year-old.
(Or maybe, simply because they were.)
She takes a brief moment to wrap them in newspaper and set them to the side, before getting to the rest of the cleaning. After all, she promised she would save them for Christmas.
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huntersdaughter! Set in takea_stepback. Everyone in this belongs to that verse. This is also the latest of late requests, but there you go.]“Aunt Buffy.”
The last syllable of Buffy’s name was drawn out an incredibly dramatic amount as she forced herself back to consciousness again to face the tiny blond human who was rocking on her heels next to her bed. She was all dressed, even with her sneakers and jacket on, and she was looking at Buffy expectantly – the kind of look that usually made Buffy feel like she’s forgetting something. She sighs a bit as her eyes close again, wiggling under the covers as she tries to wake up.
“Yes, Banana.”
There’s a very put upon sigh from the small child. “My name isn’t Banana. It’s Hannah. Han. Nah.”
“Are you sure?” Buffy says with a bit of a smirk. “I’m pretty sure I heard you say it was ‘Banana.’”
Hannah sighs, her palm connecting with her forehead. “Aunt Buffy, we don’t have time for this. If we don’t go now, we’re going to miss it!”
“Alright, alright,” Buffy laughs, pushing up into a sitting position and trying to be a bit more serious. “What are we going to miss?”
“All the sales!” Hannah seems very adamant about the severity of the situation. “Then I won’t be able to get Mommy and Daddy a gift for Christmas, and everything will be ruined! I need you to take me!”
“Hannah, honey, the sales last all day.”
“That’s not what the TV said! It said that you have to get there early, or everything will be gone.”
Buffy knows that that’s not how sales work, and that they’re just saying that because it’s good marketing but there’s no convincing a five year-old of that. Buffy is half-asleep and in her pajamas, but she has a feeling with a cup of coffee and a change of clothes she can probably manage to take a five year-old Christmas shopping. She has a few things she needed to pick up anyway.
“Alright. Give me ten minutes to get dressed and I’ll take you to the mall. Deal?”
“Deal. Be in the lobby in ten – ” There’s a pause as she slowly unfolds her fingers as though she’s making sure that all of them are there. “ – ten minutes.”
“I will be there. Now scoot.”
Hannah does as she’s told and ten minutes later, as promised, a fully dressed Buffy is arriving in the lobby. She barely makes it to the bottom of the stairs before Hannah is latching onto her hand and dragging her towards the door. “C’mon, we have to go.”
As Buffy follows, clearly amused by it all, Sam and Dean are coming in the door on their way back from a hunt. Sam’s eyebrows go up at the exit they’re making, and Buffy tries to explain as they go. “Hannah wants me to take her to the mall – ”
“You can’t tell him! Then it won’t be a surprise!”
“ – and I can’t tell you the rest or it won’t be a surprise,” Buffy finishes with a sigh. “We’ll be back in a couple hours?”
Sam nods slowly, before shaking his head. “Have fun?”
Buffy laughs before nodding as well. “We will try.”
***
“No.”
Buffy sighs as she looks down at the girl next to her, dropping down into a crouch next to her. “Are you sure?” Hannah nods in agreement, and Buffy swallows some of her annoyance before responding. “Hannah, that’s all the stores. Are you absolutely positive there’s nothing here?”
She nods, making a face and clearly frustrated herself. “None of them are perfect.”
Buffy sighs again, drumming her fingers against her knee for a moment, before she tips her head to the side to look at her again. “Why don’t you make them something?”
Hannah’s eyes go wide like that is the best idea she’s ever heard, and she nods eagerly in agreement. She could totally make them something. “We need supplies though.”
“We do. But I know just the place to get them.” She holds out a hand to her, and Hannah takes it eagerly a bit of a bounce to her step as she follows Buffy’s lead and counting off the supplies that they would need on her fingers as they go.
“We need construction paper and popsicle sticks and glue – the really good glue, not the glue sticks that aren’t even sticky – and and … and glitter!”
Buffy can’t help but make a face at the mention of glitter, but Hanna doesn’t seem to notice. This was going to end so well.
***
By the time they’re finished and the more nocturnal residents of the Hyperion are starting to join the land of the living (or this case unliving), the kitchen is a mess. Buffy would apologize for helping Hannah get glitter everywhere, but considering she’s a – going to be washing glitter out of her hair for a month and b – knows that it was a worthwhile sacrifice to make, especially considering she’s probably going to be doing most of the cleaning up for the sleepy five year-old next to her. She just manages to catch her before she gets her hair in a plate of glue and pulls her up onto her hip, looking down at the masterpieces in front of them.
“I think you did good, Banana,” she says softly.
“My name’s not Baaa – ” Her voice is cut off by a massive yawn, and she burrows her face in Buffy’s shoulder.
“Right. My mistake.” Buffy tips her head to the side. “What about Hannah Banana? Can I call you that?” Hannah makes the appropriate face at her of a child who doesn’t want a cutesy nickname, before a low voice comes from the other end of the room.
“Want me to take her?” Buffy and Hannah both glance over to see Sam standing in the doorway again, and Buffy nods, ready to shift her into Sam’s arms before Hannah violently protests.
“Wait! Don’t come closer! It’ll ruin the surprise.”
Sam’s hands come up in self-defense, stopping on his trek through the kitchen. “Alright. Not coming any closer.”
“How about I come to you?” Buffy offers, making her way over to put a sleepy and glitter covered Hannah in her father’s arms. “She’s probably going to need a bath.”
“Yeah, I figured as much. You sure you’ve got everything here?”
“Yeah, I can handle it. It’s actually not as bad as I thought it was going to be.”
Sam’s eyebrows go up in confusion. “This is not that bad?”
“I gave a five year-old glitter. All bets were off.” She smirks a bit. “And as such I will bear the responsibility of cleaning it up.”
Sam nods in agreement, and Hannah picks her head up again. “You’ll make sure they’re a surprise right?”
“You have my word. Now go get cleaned up.”
With that, Sam turns and carries her upstairs to their suite, while Buffy turns back to the mess that was left in their wake. Sitting in the middle of it all were a set of seven ornaments, all made with wide popsicles, each featuring a different member Winchester immediate family. She’s pretty sure that Sam and Jo were going to love them, regardless of the fact that they looked like they were made by a five year-old.
(Or maybe, simply because they were.)
She takes a brief moment to wrap them in newspaper and set them to the side, before getting to the rest of the cleaning. After all, she promised she would save them for Christmas.
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