Father Figures
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madimpossibledreamerJotaro was only so talkative in previous parts because he'd had years to try to think of cool speeches he'd like to give his daughter. That, plus she's gotten a lot better at actually reading him, though some of it is that she's desperate for a family member that understands and is giving him the benefit of the doubt. Here, we see how he's likely to interact with everyone else in this series. (Maybe slightly better than this, given that she was right about how he was feeling when she tried to explain it to Giles.)
probably neurodivergent Jotaro (which is probably canon)
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Summary: Giles meets Jotaro. He finds Dr. Kujo a suspicious character.
Word Count: 1122
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Possibly slight racism (Giles doesn't think Buffy looks sufficiently Japanese to be Jotaro's daughter)
Giles immediately pauses on entering the library. His first thought, upon entering, is that either a vampire has snuck in, somehow, during the middle of the day, or he’s having yet another inspection from fellow Watchers. It’s hard to tell which would be worse. Vampires getting their hands on ancient texts is usually a recipe for disaster, but the Watcher’s Council knowing about his Slayer’s defection would be a problem. They’d probably want to drag her back, and depending on how they chose to do it…he shudders, fortifies himself, and ventures inside.
The man inside is completely unfamiliar. He’s tall, for one thing. Broad-shouldered. Heavily muscled. Sitting in one of the library chairs with one of Giles’ tea cups in hand, he looks like a giant trying to fit in at a fairy tea party.
He also doesn’t look like a vampire, but unless the Watcher’s Council has recruited someone new, he’s not a Watcher either.
“Thanks for the tea,” he states quietly. He leans back in the chair, tipping it slightly.
“I’m…sorry, do I know you?” True, he’d probably have offered tea to any visitors, but it’s completely different for the host to make it. He doesn’t even know if the teapot was treated with the proper respect.
The man frowns, eyebrows furrowing. “Not yet.” If Giles was sure that this man in white was no threat to the people he was caring for, he might have taken a step back. That kind of reaction to a simple question usually doesn’t bode well. “That’s why I’m here.”
“I…see?” He doesn’t, really.
“Dr. Jotaro Kujo.” He holds out a hand for Giles to shake, and after a moment, the librarian comes closer and does so. The man is as strong as he looks and doesn’t seem to be trying to make an effort at all to restrain it. “Thank you for looking after Buffy.”
Offensive spells Rupert could have sworn he’d forgotten years ago swirl around in his head. He keeps a tight grip on the urge to say any of them—yet. “And how do you know Miss Summers?”
Dr. Kujo blinks, then sets down his cup. “I’m her biological father.”
Giles begins to lose his temper. “Neither she nor Joyce ever mentioned you. Miss Summers has been missing all summer, and now you appear claiming parentage with absolutely no proof. You can see why I would find that suspicious.”
The man pulls down his hat, muttering “yare yare daze” under his breath. So he might have some Japanese connections. While it make the likelihood that he’s telling the truth less likely, it might help to discover his schemes here. “She’s been in L.A., and she’s here now, and she’s fine. They didn’t talk about me, I assume, because of the divorce. I only came because Joyce called me while she was drunk.”
Giles has a hard time picturing Joyce drunk. “I’m afraid I’ll need some kind of proof,” he repeats sternly.
The man stands up abruptly. “Fine.” He pulls a cell phone out of his pockets and starts texting with one hand, the other firmly jammed in his pocket. “You probably wouldn’t be satisfied with a text, but it’s not like she can come back in the school yet.”
He hits a few buttons and shoves the phone in the librarian’s face, picking up the cup and draining the rest of the tea at the same time.
“Um. Hi, Giles.” It certainly sounds like Buffy.
“Buffy?” he still asks cautiously, because there are all kinds of spells and creatures that could be faking this call—
“Please, please tell me Jotaro-san hasn’t been showing you any of the kid pics on his phone. He saved way too many. It’s embarrassing,” she pleads, and yes, that definitely sounds like Buffy, aside from the use of an honorific.
“He helped himself to my green tea, claimed he was your father, and gave me this mobile phone…” he explains, only to hear the exact same Japanese from the man all over again.
Though ‘gave’ is a slight exaggeration. Buffy snorts. “Yeah, he’s my bio-dad, and yeah, he’s pretty much always been like this. But he is trying to help, so try to go easy on him. He was just talking to Snyder, so he’s probably stressed.”
Giles glances over at the man who appears to be glaring at the cup as he brings it back to the office. A second later the librarian hears the tap start to run. He certainly doesn’t seem anxious, just angry, but then again, if he is, in fact, related to Buffy, who occasionally decides the best way of dealing with anything she doesn’t like is hitting it…
“I assume he was trying to secure your re-enrollment?” he queries.
“I think he was either hinting he’d bribe or threaten the troll, but I didn’t want to ask too many questions,” she explains. “He doesn’t like talking to people in the first place. I didn’t want to scare him off.”
“I figured we could arrange a meet-up later.” Dr. Kujo states gruffly from the office, not knowing or caring if he’s speaking over his daughter. “Buffy mentioned something about seeing her friends again.”
Giles relays that to the Slayer, who’s quiet for a moment.
“The Starbucks is probably the best bet. I’m sure you’ll have questions for him, and if I have to watch girls my age hit on my dad at the Bronze I’m not sure which one of us would melt into the ground in embarrassment first,” Buffy continues, matter-of-fact, then adds, “Giles? I missed you. And, um, I’m sorry.”
“I’m just glad you’re all right.” Assuming there’s no mental meddling going on, to make her think this man is her father, and Buffy really is here and alive. “Would shortly after school work? I believe Willow may have an after-school program, but she would be willing to skip it in order to attend.” He doesn’t even to ask the young lady about it, since he’s been increasingly the voice of reason to tell her ‘no, you may not start hacking all the databases and security cameras to attempt to find Buffy, nor use magic tracking spells’.
“It’s not like either of us have anywhere to go at the moment.” The bright, upbeat tone breaks, just slightly, but before Giles can question her about it, she hangs up.
Dr. Kujo emerges from the office and raises a questioning eyebrow.
“I look forward to that meeting,” the Watcher tells him, and Dr. Kujo nods, and stuffs the proferred mobile phone in his pocket before proceeding to stuff his hands in, too. And then, just like that, he wanders out with another nod. It might be intended as a bow.
probably neurodivergent Jotaro (which is probably canon)
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Summary: Giles meets Jotaro. He finds Dr. Kujo a suspicious character.
Word Count: 1122
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Possibly slight racism (Giles doesn't think Buffy looks sufficiently Japanese to be Jotaro's daughter)
Giles immediately pauses on entering the library. His first thought, upon entering, is that either a vampire has snuck in, somehow, during the middle of the day, or he’s having yet another inspection from fellow Watchers. It’s hard to tell which would be worse. Vampires getting their hands on ancient texts is usually a recipe for disaster, but the Watcher’s Council knowing about his Slayer’s defection would be a problem. They’d probably want to drag her back, and depending on how they chose to do it…he shudders, fortifies himself, and ventures inside.
The man inside is completely unfamiliar. He’s tall, for one thing. Broad-shouldered. Heavily muscled. Sitting in one of the library chairs with one of Giles’ tea cups in hand, he looks like a giant trying to fit in at a fairy tea party.
He also doesn’t look like a vampire, but unless the Watcher’s Council has recruited someone new, he’s not a Watcher either.
“Thanks for the tea,” he states quietly. He leans back in the chair, tipping it slightly.
“I’m…sorry, do I know you?” True, he’d probably have offered tea to any visitors, but it’s completely different for the host to make it. He doesn’t even know if the teapot was treated with the proper respect.
The man frowns, eyebrows furrowing. “Not yet.” If Giles was sure that this man in white was no threat to the people he was caring for, he might have taken a step back. That kind of reaction to a simple question usually doesn’t bode well. “That’s why I’m here.”
“I…see?” He doesn’t, really.
“Dr. Jotaro Kujo.” He holds out a hand for Giles to shake, and after a moment, the librarian comes closer and does so. The man is as strong as he looks and doesn’t seem to be trying to make an effort at all to restrain it. “Thank you for looking after Buffy.”
Offensive spells Rupert could have sworn he’d forgotten years ago swirl around in his head. He keeps a tight grip on the urge to say any of them—yet. “And how do you know Miss Summers?”
Dr. Kujo blinks, then sets down his cup. “I’m her biological father.”
Giles begins to lose his temper. “Neither she nor Joyce ever mentioned you. Miss Summers has been missing all summer, and now you appear claiming parentage with absolutely no proof. You can see why I would find that suspicious.”
The man pulls down his hat, muttering “yare yare daze” under his breath. So he might have some Japanese connections. While it make the likelihood that he’s telling the truth less likely, it might help to discover his schemes here. “She’s been in L.A., and she’s here now, and she’s fine. They didn’t talk about me, I assume, because of the divorce. I only came because Joyce called me while she was drunk.”
Giles has a hard time picturing Joyce drunk. “I’m afraid I’ll need some kind of proof,” he repeats sternly.
The man stands up abruptly. “Fine.” He pulls a cell phone out of his pockets and starts texting with one hand, the other firmly jammed in his pocket. “You probably wouldn’t be satisfied with a text, but it’s not like she can come back in the school yet.”
He hits a few buttons and shoves the phone in the librarian’s face, picking up the cup and draining the rest of the tea at the same time.
“Um. Hi, Giles.” It certainly sounds like Buffy.
“Buffy?” he still asks cautiously, because there are all kinds of spells and creatures that could be faking this call—
“Please, please tell me Jotaro-san hasn’t been showing you any of the kid pics on his phone. He saved way too many. It’s embarrassing,” she pleads, and yes, that definitely sounds like Buffy, aside from the use of an honorific.
“He helped himself to my green tea, claimed he was your father, and gave me this mobile phone…” he explains, only to hear the exact same Japanese from the man all over again.
Though ‘gave’ is a slight exaggeration. Buffy snorts. “Yeah, he’s my bio-dad, and yeah, he’s pretty much always been like this. But he is trying to help, so try to go easy on him. He was just talking to Snyder, so he’s probably stressed.”
Giles glances over at the man who appears to be glaring at the cup as he brings it back to the office. A second later the librarian hears the tap start to run. He certainly doesn’t seem anxious, just angry, but then again, if he is, in fact, related to Buffy, who occasionally decides the best way of dealing with anything she doesn’t like is hitting it…
“I assume he was trying to secure your re-enrollment?” he queries.
“I think he was either hinting he’d bribe or threaten the troll, but I didn’t want to ask too many questions,” she explains. “He doesn’t like talking to people in the first place. I didn’t want to scare him off.”
“I figured we could arrange a meet-up later.” Dr. Kujo states gruffly from the office, not knowing or caring if he’s speaking over his daughter. “Buffy mentioned something about seeing her friends again.”
Giles relays that to the Slayer, who’s quiet for a moment.
“The Starbucks is probably the best bet. I’m sure you’ll have questions for him, and if I have to watch girls my age hit on my dad at the Bronze I’m not sure which one of us would melt into the ground in embarrassment first,” Buffy continues, matter-of-fact, then adds, “Giles? I missed you. And, um, I’m sorry.”
“I’m just glad you’re all right.” Assuming there’s no mental meddling going on, to make her think this man is her father, and Buffy really is here and alive. “Would shortly after school work? I believe Willow may have an after-school program, but she would be willing to skip it in order to attend.” He doesn’t even to ask the young lady about it, since he’s been increasingly the voice of reason to tell her ‘no, you may not start hacking all the databases and security cameras to attempt to find Buffy, nor use magic tracking spells’.
“It’s not like either of us have anywhere to go at the moment.” The bright, upbeat tone breaks, just slightly, but before Giles can question her about it, she hangs up.
Dr. Kujo emerges from the office and raises a questioning eyebrow.
“I look forward to that meeting,” the Watcher tells him, and Dr. Kujo nods, and stuffs the proferred mobile phone in his pocket before proceeding to stuff his hands in, too. And then, just like that, he wanders out with another nod. It might be intended as a bow.
