Sisters

Disclaimer: Own nothing and no one used herein
Title: Fae Key
Author: Kate R.
Rating: Teen
Pairings: None so far
Fandoms: Buffy/Merry Gentry
Summary: Dawn isn't Joyce's daughter
Notes: Buffy said 'Summers' Blood', not thinking about he fact her mother wasn't a Summers. I interpreted that to mean something else in this. If you don't like it or don't like male ties being important please do not read this fic. I am not answering the same question ten times. The answer is in the first part as to how Buffy could Die for Dawn but they only be half sisters.
Also: Jack Frost is a finder of lost kids and winter lost travelers as well as the spirit of winter itself. I'm using it in this fic. Deal. As for Dawn's thoughts about everyone still alive but Giles? She is grieving. Kindly remember that 'Before' you scream and flame.
note also I was told by someone on this site that originally Merry Genry and Anita Blake were supposed to be in the same world so I'm going from there.

NOTES!!! THiS IS AFTER FIVE AND THEN GOES AU!!! Xadner has not lost an eye, Willow has not gone veiny and evil! None of it has happened yet! Please do not comment on them losing that for Dawn saying they haven't lost anything because it HAS NOT HAPPENED YET!

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She'd been confused when the woman had come into the hose, claimed her as her daughter, showed papers proving it, and taken her away. And all of this had happened only an hour after Buffy's funeral.

Giles had called her mother something insulting and she had a feeling he'd repeated it in every language he knew. No one had wanted to let the woman take her but she did have blood claim and there was really nothing they could do to stop her. Since no one had been naemd Dawn's gaurdian, she was taken.

And now she was being driven to her half-sister Meredith's home because her mother, Besaba, a Fae princess, didn't want to bother with her. Apparently she wasn't Fae looking enough, or was it that she wasn't Seliegh enough. Or something. Oh, well. Not being wanted was normal for her, at least, it felt like it was.

"Here we go," Besaba said, she couldn't call the woman mother, Joyce had been her mother, this woman was her life giver. Accoridng to her Hank had had an affair with her, she hadn't wanted Dawn, Joyce had agreed to take her, Joyce had loved her, but it was Hank's blood, Summers' Blood, that had allowed Buffy to die for her. According to her, She was the reason Dawn was the Key. And She was the reason it was the paternal tie, not the maternal one, that had let Buffy save her. Apparently She had wanted at leat one of her children to have magic. But Dawn didn't look Seliegh enough for her so Dawn was thrown away. Like Meredith had been.

And speaking of Meredith, there was a woman, smaller than Buffy, standing waiting by the gate and there was a group of men with her. One, the one that got Dawn's attention, had Christmas Tree tinsel hair. Or at least, it looked like the icicles she and Buffy used to hang on the tree.

"Mother," the woman spoke, "What is it you wanted?"

"To give you your wish," Besaba said, dragging Dawn out and shoving her. The man with the silver hair caught her as she stumbled and Dawn found her breath catching. Boy, he was cute. Way cuter than Xander ever was, "This is your hslf sister Dawn. I don't want to be bothered so here, you get her. If you don't want her you can dump her in foster care or something."

She gasped, her mother did, and Dawn stared as Ice appeared on her chest and in an area lower, too.

"Frost," Meredith said, "Don't. She's not worth it."

"Your little sister is," he spoke, taking a step forward.

"Don't you touch me, Jackie Frost!" Besaba shrieked.

"Who said I needed to?" he asked, casually. Besaba paled and backed off, her face going whiter than it already was as Dawn saw snow start to fall in Frost's, she assumed that was his name, eyes.

"Take her and do what you want with her," Besaba said, taking Dawn's suitcase out of the trunk and dropping it on the ground, "Maybe your aunt wll like her, more. Ignorant and ugly as you are and looking just as stupid as the rest of the dark."

"Giles was right," Dawn told her as her sister, Meredith, glared at their mother, "You are a fucking, cunt eating, slut."

She raised her hand to slap Dawn and Frost was just there.

"Your Elder daughter means a great deal to me," he warned and Dawn saw his eyes looked like a veritable blizzard right now, "I am sure I will care for her little sister as well, although likely not as a lover as she is so young. If you do not wish to learn what the dark side of my myth means you will leave, now, and not even try to claim her later if her power grows a I sense it will."

His eyes, Dawn saw, were scaring Besaba, because the woman left and Meredith looked at her.

"My name, to people I like and care about, Dawn, is Merry," she said, "The man whose hair you're so facinated with is Frost, the man who is black is Doyle, Rhys is the one eyed one, Kitto is the small one, Nicca is the one with the wing tattoos, and Galen is the green one."

"Hi," Dawn said, still looking at Frost, "Is that real?"

"Would you like to touch it?" he asked. Dawn nodded, timidly so he swung part of his silver hair over his shoulder. Dawn looked at it and slowly let her hand touch his hair.

"Wow," she breathed as she felt how real it was, "Cool."

His laugh surprised her.

"What?" she asked.

"Normally it wold be 'cold' about me," he answered, "Think about what Besaba called me, the first name she gave me, and drop the last two letters."

"Jackie," Dawn began, "Jackie Frost . . . Jack . . . No. Way! That is so cool!"

"Come," he said, "Let us take you inside. You look as if you could use some time to unpack and absorb everything we can guess has happened to you. Then, if you would like, you can tell us what, exactly, that bitch did to you."

"Okay," Dawn said as they led her. She liked Frost. Wait until she wrote Giles about this. If she could anyway. If Watchers were allowed to know about the Fae. Her mother, Besaba, had said everyone knew about them but apparently that excluded the hellmouth because No one there did. At least, no one she knew. Maybe it was more of the mayor's magc . . . or the Hellmouth's. Because she'd also discovered Vampires were legal out here in the rest of the world. Legal Citizens that is.

Xander would hate knowing that. Might be funny to see his face if he found out.

That was a mean thought, and she knew it, but she was hurting inside and she had to think something mean or else the hurt would choke her.

Besides, why did they get to live while her sister was buried and dead, cold in the ground? Why should people who contributed nothing wihtout Buffy and Giles still be alive? Why?

"WHY?!"

"Dawn?" Frost's voice came from behind her, she jumped and looked up, tears streaking down her face, "Is . . . what's wrong?"

She grabbed him and started crying and he let her. His hands were gentle as he stroked her hair and hugged her against his strong chest.

"Why do I feel safe with you?" she asked after her tears dried up.

"Because I am Jack Frost," he told her, "Finder and protector of Winter Lost children."

"But it's spring," she sniffled.

"Not in your heart," he spoke, "You feel desolate and cold inside, as if Winter had taken up residence in your soul. Right?"

"Y-yes," she whispered.

"Then you call for Jack Frost to find you," he said, "Come, you should eat and then rest. Questions can wait until the morning, Dawn. I will look after you. I promise."

"O-okay," Dawn said, following him down to the kitchen where the food was prepared. She ate a little, but it was more than she'd eaten since Buffy died.

"Frost?" she asked.

"Yes, Dawn?" he asked.

"What do I call you?" she asked.

"Jack," Frost told her, "Lost children I am trying to find call me Jack."

"She's not lost," Galen began.

"Not physically," Rhys answered, "But if Jack Frost says she's lost in some way then she is."

"But . . ."

"You're too young to understand, Galen," Doyle spoke, "You don't know who he was and what he did. But if he says someone is lost in someway, take it to the bank that they are."

"Oh," Galen began, "Can you find her, Frost?"

"In time," Frost told him, "In time."