276 - Siblings
I think I have the strangest answer to this.
So, first off, let's say that I have a younger sister named Dawn Summers. Okay, that said, she's not technically a sister or even a human being, and also she's older than me by, like, thousands of years. True story.
Confused? Good, because I was at the time, too. So, let's back it up a few years when I first met Dawnie and felt like I was trapped in some bizarre retcon of a TV show.
Dawn was sent to me by monks (see, it just gets weirder) and it was my job as the Slayer to protect her from the evils of the world and also a hellgod with bad designer sense named Glory. (And technically, if it's a girl, shouldn't it be hellgoddess, not god? Just a question....) Anyway, Dawn was The Key. Like I was The Slayer, capital "T" and everything. My job as Slayer is to kill the vamps, Dawn's job as Key was a little more vague, except blood would be involved in opening a portal to another dimension and unleashing hell on Earth.
Okay, maybe it's not that vague...
Still, you'd think a "Key" would open up something, not just be an annoying little sister, right? But suddenly, there she was and she completely became my sister, and everyone I knew remembered her, too. Which is odd, considering that if she'd really been around while I was dating Angel in high school, don't you think she would have gotten more annoying being the little sister and everything? And what about when she figured out what I was doing behind Mom's back and everything?
Although, I remember it all clearly. Like, completely. I remember holding Dawn when Mom and Dad were still married and happy and they brought her home from the hospital, and I knew I wanted to take care of her. So... fake memories, sure. It's the only way to explain how an ancient blob of green energy could end up being your baby sister even though she's taller than me now, which let's not get started on.
Still. Fake memories can't all be bad.
Just ask Angel and Wesley about Connor.
Muse: Buffy Summers
Fandom: BtVS
Word Count: 368
So, first off, let's say that I have a younger sister named Dawn Summers. Okay, that said, she's not technically a sister or even a human being, and also she's older than me by, like, thousands of years. True story.
Confused? Good, because I was at the time, too. So, let's back it up a few years when I first met Dawnie and felt like I was trapped in some bizarre retcon of a TV show.
Dawn was sent to me by monks (see, it just gets weirder) and it was my job as the Slayer to protect her from the evils of the world and also a hellgod with bad designer sense named Glory. (And technically, if it's a girl, shouldn't it be hellgoddess, not god? Just a question....) Anyway, Dawn was The Key. Like I was The Slayer, capital "T" and everything. My job as Slayer is to kill the vamps, Dawn's job as Key was a little more vague, except blood would be involved in opening a portal to another dimension and unleashing hell on Earth.
Okay, maybe it's not that vague...
Still, you'd think a "Key" would open up something, not just be an annoying little sister, right? But suddenly, there she was and she completely became my sister, and everyone I knew remembered her, too. Which is odd, considering that if she'd really been around while I was dating Angel in high school, don't you think she would have gotten more annoying being the little sister and everything? And what about when she figured out what I was doing behind Mom's back and everything?
Although, I remember it all clearly. Like, completely. I remember holding Dawn when Mom and Dad were still married and happy and they brought her home from the hospital, and I knew I wanted to take care of her. So... fake memories, sure. It's the only way to explain how an ancient blob of green energy could end up being your baby sister even though she's taller than me now, which let's not get started on.
Still. Fake memories can't all be bad.
Just ask Angel and Wesley about Connor.
Muse: Buffy Summers
Fandom: BtVS
Word Count: 368