Define: Normal
By: FaithInTheSupernatural
Summary: Sarah Daughtry is normal, but why do the PTB have their eye on her and the Scooby Gang searching for her. And what is normal anyway?
Disclaimer: Joss owns it all, except maybe the idea and plot, that came from me.
Spoliers: None, unless you don't know what happened at the end of Buffy, then maybe some.
Rated: PG-13, for I don't know, just in case, as a pre-caution.
A/N: Please review, I will return the favor
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“Normal things don’t happen to extraordinary people. “
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The silence of the Daughtry home was broken when the phone rang in the kitchen. The youngest Daughtry daughter, Celia picked it up and said, “Hello?”
The voice on the other end spoke quickly and quietly so Celia, only six, had to say, “What?” a couple times. When the speaker was done. Celia whispered “Okay.”
“Mommy!” Celia yelled putting the phone down on the marble countertop and running into the foyer where the stairs were. “Mommy, there’s someone on the phone for you!”
“Alright, Sweetie.” A voice answered back and Celia entered the kitchen again and picked up the phone and hung it up. Satisfied, she went back to the family room to watch Saturday Morning cartoons.
Sarah Daughtry picked up the phone and greeted the voice. She couldn’t think who would be calling so early. “Sarah?” A voice asked on the phone and then paused before continuing. “Is it safe to talk?” Sarah hesitated, she knew that the three children in her house could enter anytime and hear the conversation they were having.
“Yeah, one minute.” She said and walked slowly to the door and closed it. She knew her children would know that their Mother was having an important conversation and knock before entering.
“Ok.” She said to the person on the other line.
“How are you?” The voice asked and she shrugged to herself and sat on her king sized bed.
“Good.” She said, knowing this was true.
“I’m glad, and the kids? Your husband?” Sarah flicked her hair back and paused.
“My kids are good, they’re doing well. And um, my husband is um good.” She spit out.
“Good, Good.” The person on the other line said.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah, I am. Thank you.” Sarah told him.
“Is something wrong?” The voice asked her.
“No, everything’s good. Normal.” She said and smiled at the last word.
“So no problems?” He asked, casually.
“Nope.” Sarah said, playing with her robe’s sash.
“Do you like it there?”
Sarah leaned on the pillows. “Yes, I do.”
“Good, Good.” The man said, and Sarah could hear the tiniest bit of that Grandfather voice she was used to.
There was silence and Sarah knew the pleasant part of the conversation was over. She braced herself for what he would say next.
“But, I need to talk to you in person.”
“Ok.” She answered, personally she was still a little fuzzy on everything and wanted him to clear everything up.
“Can I come by the house this afternoon?” He asked.
“Yeah, that would be good.” She said trying to think if she had anything planned.
“Alright, see you then.” He said to her and she said her goodbyes and hung the phone up.
She then took a shower and got into jeans and a t-shirt and went downstairs.
Her youngest daughter, Celia, middle daughter Isabella and oldest son Aidan were waiting for her in the kitchen. They were all leaning around the marble and wood Island.
She smiled at them. “Who wants pancakes?” She asked them.
After the feast of pancakes they had they all cleaned up. Aidan was washing, Isabella was drying and Celia and Sarah were putting away. After they finished, they all sat on the overstuffed couch in the family room.
Sarah turned to her children. “What’s the plans for today, guys?’
Isabella shrugged. “Hang out?”
Sarah smiled and tickled Celia. “Well I know that your father wants to go out to dinner later. So if you want to relax and hang out that’s fine. What about you Aidan?”
“I don’t care. I’m up for anything.” Aidan replied.
“Mommy, can we rent movies?” Celia asked.
“Sure Ceil we can rent movies” Sarah said and looked at her kids.
“Aidan, do you want to go to the movie store and pick up?” She turned to Celia. “What movie sweetheart?”
Celia jumped up on the couch. “A scary one! A vampire movie!” She said.
“Alright, how about The Little Vampire?” Sarah asked and when her youngest nodded she turned to her son. “You should know where that is.” She smirked at him, knowing the movie was a family classic.
Aidan walked out and she turned. “Get something for yourself and Izzy, do you want a movie?”
Isabella got up. “I’m going to go with him, is that okay?”
“Yeah.” Sarah said getting up and kissing both of her children. “Just be careful okay?”
“Okay.” Aidan said.
“Okay.” Isabella answered.
Sarah went to the front door and watched them pull out of the long drive way and then she turned and went back to her youngest.
“Mommy, where do baby’s come from?” Celia asked and Sarah stopped dead.
Oh Boy.
“Why do you ask sweetie?” Sarah said calmly sitting down next to her adorable six year old.
“’Cause, there’s Aidan and then Izzy and then me, but there’s nobody after me and I want to ask whoever makes baby’s to give me a brother or sister.” Celia said.
“Well, sweetheart Mommy and Daddy are perfectly fine with having three beautiful children. And you are our youngest and we love you very much.” Sarah said after letting go of the air she was holding in. She was prepared for this kind of question, just not today.
“Oh, Okay.” Celia said and went back to watching TV.
She took in a deep breath and went into the laundry room, hoping there was something in there to keep her hands busy.
When she was done with two loads of laundry, Aidan and Isabella came home.
“What’d you get?” Sarah asked.
“My Little Vampire for Ceil, Two fast two furious for me, and Cruel Intentions for Izzy.” Aidan said.
“What are these movies rated?” Sarah asked.
Izzy and Aidan shrugged and went to their rooms. Sarah took The Little Vampire from them and put it on, for a delighted Celia.
“Are you going to watch it with me Mommy?” Celia asked her.
“Yes, Honey, I’m going to watch it with you.” Sarah said grabbing some blankets from a chest on the other side of the couch. She put the movie in, grabbed the flicker and sat down.
Celia leaped up from the couch, “Cookies and Milk, I almost forgot!”
Sarah smiled and got up and walked into the kitchen. It was a tradition to eat cookies and milk while watching a movie, especially this one. Celia got out the cookies and the Milk. Poured three glasses. One for Celia, Sarah…”And Teddy!” Celia explained. Another tradition was to pour milk for whatever stuffed animal was around. Usually, six or seven extra cups were poured.
Carefully carrying the tray, like a big girl, Celia set it down on the table in front of the couch and Sarah pressed play. Like Mother, Like Daughter Sarah and Celia both took a cookie and dunked it in their milk. “Yum.” Celia said.
It was half way through the movie when the doorbell rang. Sarah got up, much to her daughter’s displeasure and answered it.
A man dressed simply stood in front of her and before she could say something he let out a deep breath and said, “Buffy.”
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