OK, I'll do the three-sentence meme too

Prompt me a character(or pairing) and an AU setting, and I'll give you three sentences. This should be good practice for me since I suck ass at AUs.

My fandoms are SPN, BBC Sherlock and Angel the Series.

A very interesting development

So, my very close friend has a toddler, a 14 month old boy to whom I feel quite intimately connected. When she was in the early months of her pregnancy, she was very very ill, and I tried to help when I could, sitting with her, getting her older kids to school, running errands, whatever. Small stuff, in the grand scheme of things, for which she gives me much greater credit than I am due. But I have loved this baby since long before he was born, even when I hated him for making his mom so fucking sick. Yes, I realize that sounds awful, but give me a break. My friend was half-dead, admitted to the hospital because she was malnourished from constant vomiting, and unable to even stand most of the time, so okay, I had some resentment. At the same time, I wanted him to be okay, I wanted her to be okay, I just wanted everyfuckingthing to be okay.

And so it was. She got better, and he was fine in there, and now he's walking around and being silly and precocious and adorable. But sometimes he gets sick, and I don't like it when he's sick. Maybe it's the protective instinct I have for this child that makes it happen.

But more than once, when she and I have been out with the baby, strangers assume that she and I are a couple and that the baby is ours. Though clearly, with his ginger curls and sweet blue eyes, he is hers.

It happened again today, when he got a rash and I went with my friend to the pediatric ER so the baby could get looked over. When the doctor came in, he was clearly directing all of his comments and advice to both of us. While he spoke, his eyes landed on me and my friend in turn as he assured us that "your son will be just fine".

Maybe it was because I'd taken up a concerned and just slightly menacing stance behind the exam room bed.

We laughed about it, and told her husband and our teenage daughters about it like it was a joke, a silly thing.

It's a strange feeling, but at the same time completely natural. That underlying sense that her kids are mine, and my kids are hers, and we're like this funky blended family because I love my friend so very dearly, and I feel like I had a little bit of a hand in helping her through the nightmare that was her most recent pregnancy. Because her oldest daughter and my oldest daughter love each other, because my youngest daughter and her youngest daughter love each other, because I love her. Because she has this amazing 20-year marriage to a wonderful man and a beautiful family, and I'm a half-assed single mom just barely keeping my head above water, and they've welcomed me in; me and my daughters, made me a part of their family, something for which I can never express my gratitude.

So I'm not going to bitch that sometimes people think we're a couple. Though my friend would be well within her rights to say, "Don't you think I could do better than this? If I wanted a girlfriend, I could get one who wasn't fat and frumpy and harboring a pretty serious alcohol addiction, dumbass".