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This story is No. 2 in the series "Buffy Summers... Walker?". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: FFA: Buffy/Justin Walker. Buffy comes to the Walker home to visit her brother who is recently home from Iraq. Brothers & Sisters x-over.

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Television > Brothers and SisterssupernaturalfanaticFR131907021,4478 Oct 078 Oct 07Yes
The Same

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Brothers & Sisters belongs to Jon Robin Baitz

Spoilers: Post “Chosen” and minor season 8. Post “An American Family” for Brothers & Sisters.

A/N: This takes place in the “That Homey Feeling” universe, but I think you should be fine without reading that one.

Parking her car, Buffy had to stop herself from bolting out of it and running through the front doors of the Walker home. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel like she was a part of the family or anything like that, because she definitely felt the love. It was because her younger brother, Justin, had come home from Iraq. When she heard the news, she was on the first plane out of Scotland.

Willow, Dawn and Faith had to remind Buffy about the best way to handle the situation. Justin suffered an injury and more than likely, he didn’t want to be babied. If it weren’t for her friends, she would have done just that. She already got the news from Kevin that Nora was trying her hardest to make everything seem normal, but wasn’t succeeding. She was making things too easy for Justin and he wanted that to stop.

“Here we go.”

Taking a deep breath, Buffy stepped out of her rental car and headed for the door. Putting a straight face on, Buffy pulled her house key out, courtesy of Nora, and unlocked the door.

Stepping through, she saw Justin wheeling himself from the living room. Stopping in front her, he just looked at her.

“Don’t think for one second that I’m using my slayer powers to carry you up and down those stairs,” she said, crossing her arms.

His smile broke the tension and she knew that she could do this. “Did you mom make you come?”

“Nope, I’m here cause of a demon, don’t think just because of that leg that you’re special,” she smiled as she bent over to hug him.

“Someone say demon?” Kevin ran into the foyer holding a large steak knife.

Shaking her head, Buffy pried the knife from Kevin’s hand as she hugged him, as well. “No demon, Kev, but it’s good you were on the ball. But, when a demon does show up, just run.”

“He’s got nothing else to do,” Justin laughed, “with his preacher away.”

Putting her hand over her heart, Buffy pouted, “Sarah told me that Jason went to Madagascar.”

“He went to Malaysia,” Kevin rolled his eyes. He had learned that even if Buffy had heard the correct name of places, she’d always get it wrong.

“Well, I’m sure there’s a demon over there,” Buffy nodded.

“And how exactly is this making me feel better?” Kevin’s arm crossed.

“I meant, if there’s a demon over there, I could go and handle it and see how he’s doing.”

“I think you made his day,” Justin snorted at Kevin’s speechless face.

“How about you go back in the kitchen and let everyone know that I said hello. I want to talk with this brother first.”

Turning toward the living room, Buffy walked as Justin rolled and sat on the couch. She was silent for a few minutes as she stared at her brother; her gaze leaving his face and looking toward his leg. It was a bad injury, but he would be able to walk again, unlike the other soldiers that were killed from the blast. It was selfish to say, but she was happy that Justin was not the one killed.

“How are you?” she finally broke the silence. “The pain, I mean, because before getting here, they told me you didn’t want to take painkillers.”

“As long as I don’t hit it against something, or put pressure on it, I’m good,” he nodded.

“The physical therapy?”

“Don’t even want to think about it.”

She smiled at the answer. He was putting on a brave front, because she knew that the physical therapy without the painkillers would be excruciating. As a slayer, she didn’t need therapy because of her healing factor, but she had seen her friends go through it. Watchers in the wrong spot at the wrong time, suffering injuries that a slayer would just shrug off or just require time to heal.

“I can’t exactly say I know what you’re going through, but I do understand not wanting things to really change. It’s going to happen, no matter how much you pull and scream and bite, your family will see you differently and think you constantly need to be at your side. But you can’t blame them; they just don’t understand that you’re the one going through this and not them. It will get better, though and before you know--”

“You’ll be using that slayer strength of yours to knock me upside the head,” he smirked.

“Don’t think I won’t do it now, I just don’t want Nora chasing after me.”

“So, no patrolling tonight?”

“Don’t even think about it,” she warned.

“C’mon, putting a stake or two on the wheelchair,” he nodded.

“Vampires of the night beware,” she laughed. “Maybe when you’re on crutches we can sharpen them down.”

“I can see this working.”

“I don’t know if you heard that, but that was my sarcasm shining through,” she added. “No patrols until you can actually walk and maybe even run.

“What about a skedaddle?”

Sighing, she shook her head, “You’ve been talking to Xander too much.”

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