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Part 1
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PROLOGUE
Xander was seated in the corner with Anya on his lap. Tara and Willow were watching the beautiful sunrise on the other side of the window, waiting for any sign that she would wake up. The fight had been harsh. When the vampire had slammed her head first into a gravestone, the Scoobies had stepped in to prevent her from becoming a tasty vamp snack. Willow shivered as she thought about what would have happened had she been alone.
Tara noticed and soothingly stroked her back. “Don’t worry Willow, she will wake up. Buffy’s strong.” Willow nodded unconvincingly and looked towards the door.
“Where’s Giles? I left him a message hours ago.”
“I am sure he will come as soon as he can.”
“Yeah” Willow sighed and looked over at Joyce holding Buffy’s hand with worry in her eyes.
They all jumped at Buffy’s moan, gathering around her bed.
“Buffy?” Joyce asked as she ran a hand down her cheek. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.”
Buffy’s eyes fluttered opened and she winced when she touched her hand to the tender spot on her head. Joyce told Xander to fetch the doctor as she helped Buffy sit up.
“Oh thank God you’re awake! How are you feeling?”
Still a little groggy, Buffy carefully rubbed her eyes, mindful there might be other wounds on her face she might accidentally hit. “I’m ok, I guess, just feeling a little sore.” As she lowered her hands from her eyes, she looked at the group of people surrounding her bed and asked the question that made them all gasp.
“Who are you guys?”
CHAPTER 1
Buffy squirmed uncomfortably in her bed as the doctor shone a light in her eyes. He explained to the older woman standing by the end of her bed that the blow to her head probably caused temporary amnesia.
The four younger people stood huddled in the back of the room, looking at her with a combination of worry and curiosity that made Buffy feel like she was on display. While they waited for the doctor she had questioned who they were, but they hadn’t said a single word. She felt scarred and lost, and was trying her hardest not to break down and cry.
Why had they just stood there? Couldn’t they see that she was terrified?
Her doctor seated himself in the chair next to her bed and calmly reassured her that this was a passing condition, and that she should try not to force herself to remember. She should let her memories come back to her slowly. He seemed to have no doubts that they would.
As he got up to leave he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and promised he would be back tomorrow morning to discuss when she could go home. When the doctor removed himself from her bed with a reassuring smile she had to bite her lip to keep from bursting into tears. His examination was the closest thing to comfort she’d had since she woke up. She had to hold back from grabbing his hand as he left, knowing that as soon as he was gone, she would be left alone with the silent group of people who looked at her like she was from another planet.
Just as she watched the older woman wasut tut to open her mouth and speak, she heard someone running down the hallway. The next thing she new a man skidded into her room.
“Buffy!” he said as he rushed over to her bed and immediately wrapped her in his arms. “I am so sorry I wasn’t there. I just got back from LA and came here as soon as I heard the message. Are you alright?” the man asked as he let his hands stroke her back.
Willow was just about to let him know that he should probably let Buffy go considering she had no clue who he was, but her words froze in her throat when she saw Buffy close her eyes and wrap her armoundound him.
When he’d hugged her, a pleasant and familiar scent hit Buffy, and she was so relieved to be held, just given a little comfort. Without even considering whom this man was, she put her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. This was exactly what she needed, someone holding her and soothing her fears away.
Looking at Joyce (whose eyes had narrowed as she watched the two on the bed) Willow realised she wasn’t the only one who was surprised by their behaviour.
Without realising the others were watching him, Giles buried his face in her neck and had to fight the desire to kiss here senseless for being alive. He had managed to keep a tight rain on his less than fatherly emotions for over a year now. He wasn’t about to let them go without a fight. But seeing her looking frail and a little scared as he’d come in the room made it a struggle.
“I remember your smell” Buffy suddenly murmured and Giles raised his head to look at her.
“What did you say?” He said as he tried to figure out what she had meant.
“She has amnesia Giles”, Willow said, as apparently Joyce was still incapable of speech and continued to watch the two. Giles sat back, but Buffy clutched at his hands.
“Yeah, she hit her head last night, and now she has no clue who we are” Xander chimed in.
Buffy steeled herself for what was inevitably about to come, and slowly raised her eyes to the man who was sitting on her bed.
CHAPTER 2
Giles saw the fear in Buffy’s eyes. He took one of her hands in his and used his other to stroke her cheek.
“Try not to worry” he said with a soft smile. “It will come back to you, and in the meantime we are all here to help you.” She gave him a shaky smile in return and squeezed his hand, feeling completely safe for the first time since she had woken up.
“Ok, but while my memories are gone, I would appreciate it if someone could tell me what my name is, and who you guys are.” Giles’ brow furrowed as he looked at her.
“No one told you your name?” When she shook her head, he blew out an exasperated breath and sent a scolding glare at the others in the room who looked guiltily back at him.
He returned his eyes to her and smiled down at her. “You are Buffy Summers. This is your mother, Joyce” pointing to the older woman standing at the end of her bed. “The boy in the corner is Xander, one of your closest friends, and the woman standing next to him is his girlfriend Anya. The redhead over there is Willow, your best friend, and the girl next to her is her girlfriend, Tara.”
“And you?”
“I am Rupert Giles, your….ah…another close friend.” He was going on a limb with that one, but he figured that saying he was her watcher would just confuse her more. Eventually she would remember. No need to force memories upon her.
Buffy looked at him again after smiling to the others (who now seemed to think she was less of a freak show) pondering why he had hesitated to explain to her who he was. There was no doubt they were close, there was something so familiar and comfortable about him. Then suddenly her eyes narrowed.
“Buffy? What the hell kind of a name is that?” she asked which earned her chuckle from the handsome Englishman.
“It’s short for Elizabeth,” her mother said with a smile as she approached her. Giles reluctantly stoo and and let Joyce take his place by the bed. Buffy immediately felt a sense of loss as he moved away from her, but let her mother take her hand.
“I am so glad you are alright Buffy! These past hours have been awful. And don’t worry, I am sure Mr. Giles is right, your memory will come back to you shortly.”
Buffy smiled and had to smother the desire to shout out in joy as her mother referred to Rupert as Mr. Giles. He was old enough that for a second she’d been worried he her her mother’s boyfriend. That didn’t make sense considering the feelings he caused in her.
Her mother interrupted her thoughts as she absently patted her hand and addressed the others in the room.
“I think it is about time we all leave Buffy alone. She is probably exhausted and visiting hours are almost over.” She turned back to Buffy and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning, and we can see if we can get you out of here.”
Buffy only managed to nod her head as she tried to quench the fear of suddenly being alone. Within a few moments they had all wished her a restful night and trailed out of her room. Even Giles had patted her leg and left without a word.
As soon as she was alone Buffy succumbed to tears. She curled up into a little ball in her bed. Being alone was the last thing she had needed, and she ached for the comforting arms of Giles.
TBC
PROLOGUE
Xander was seated in the corner with Anya on his lap. Tara and Willow were watching the beautiful sunrise on the other side of the window, waiting for any sign that she would wake up. The fight had been harsh. When the vampire had slammed her head first into a gravestone, the Scoobies had stepped in to prevent her from becoming a tasty vamp snack. Willow shivered as she thought about what would have happened had she been alone.
Tara noticed and soothingly stroked her back. “Don’t worry Willow, she will wake up. Buffy’s strong.” Willow nodded unconvincingly and looked towards the door.
“Where’s Giles? I left him a message hours ago.”
“I am sure he will come as soon as he can.”
“Yeah” Willow sighed and looked over at Joyce holding Buffy’s hand with worry in her eyes.
They all jumped at Buffy’s moan, gathering around her bed.
“Buffy?” Joyce asked as she ran a hand down her cheek. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.”
Buffy’s eyes fluttered opened and she winced when she touched her hand to the tender spot on her head. Joyce told Xander to fetch the doctor as she helped Buffy sit up.
“Oh thank God you’re awake! How are you feeling?”
Still a little groggy, Buffy carefully rubbed her eyes, mindful there might be other wounds on her face she might accidentally hit. “I’m ok, I guess, just feeling a little sore.” As she lowered her hands from her eyes, she looked at the group of people surrounding her bed and asked the question that made them all gasp.
“Who are you guys?”
CHAPTER 1
Buffy squirmed uncomfortably in her bed as the doctor shone a light in her eyes. He explained to the older woman standing by the end of her bed that the blow to her head probably caused temporary amnesia.
The four younger people stood huddled in the back of the room, looking at her with a combination of worry and curiosity that made Buffy feel like she was on display. While they waited for the doctor she had questioned who they were, but they hadn’t said a single word. She felt scarred and lost, and was trying her hardest not to break down and cry.
Why had they just stood there? Couldn’t they see that she was terrified?
Her doctor seated himself in the chair next to her bed and calmly reassured her that this was a passing condition, and that she should try not to force herself to remember. She should let her memories come back to her slowly. He seemed to have no doubts that they would.
As he got up to leave he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and promised he would be back tomorrow morning to discuss when she could go home. When the doctor removed himself from her bed with a reassuring smile she had to bite her lip to keep from bursting into tears. His examination was the closest thing to comfort she’d had since she woke up. She had to hold back from grabbing his hand as he left, knowing that as soon as he was gone, she would be left alone with the silent group of people who looked at her like she was from another planet.
Just as she watched the older woman wasut tut to open her mouth and speak, she heard someone running down the hallway. The next thing she new a man skidded into her room.
“Buffy!” he said as he rushed over to her bed and immediately wrapped her in his arms. “I am so sorry I wasn’t there. I just got back from LA and came here as soon as I heard the message. Are you alright?” the man asked as he let his hands stroke her back.
Willow was just about to let him know that he should probably let Buffy go considering she had no clue who he was, but her words froze in her throat when she saw Buffy close her eyes and wrap her armoundound him.
When he’d hugged her, a pleasant and familiar scent hit Buffy, and she was so relieved to be held, just given a little comfort. Without even considering whom this man was, she put her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. This was exactly what she needed, someone holding her and soothing her fears away.
Looking at Joyce (whose eyes had narrowed as she watched the two on the bed) Willow realised she wasn’t the only one who was surprised by their behaviour.
Without realising the others were watching him, Giles buried his face in her neck and had to fight the desire to kiss here senseless for being alive. He had managed to keep a tight rain on his less than fatherly emotions for over a year now. He wasn’t about to let them go without a fight. But seeing her looking frail and a little scared as he’d come in the room made it a struggle.
“I remember your smell” Buffy suddenly murmured and Giles raised his head to look at her.
“What did you say?” He said as he tried to figure out what she had meant.
“She has amnesia Giles”, Willow said, as apparently Joyce was still incapable of speech and continued to watch the two. Giles sat back, but Buffy clutched at his hands.
“Yeah, she hit her head last night, and now she has no clue who we are” Xander chimed in.
Buffy steeled herself for what was inevitably about to come, and slowly raised her eyes to the man who was sitting on her bed.
CHAPTER 2
Giles saw the fear in Buffy’s eyes. He took one of her hands in his and used his other to stroke her cheek.
“Try not to worry” he said with a soft smile. “It will come back to you, and in the meantime we are all here to help you.” She gave him a shaky smile in return and squeezed his hand, feeling completely safe for the first time since she had woken up.
“Ok, but while my memories are gone, I would appreciate it if someone could tell me what my name is, and who you guys are.” Giles’ brow furrowed as he looked at her.
“No one told you your name?” When she shook her head, he blew out an exasperated breath and sent a scolding glare at the others in the room who looked guiltily back at him.
He returned his eyes to her and smiled down at her. “You are Buffy Summers. This is your mother, Joyce” pointing to the older woman standing at the end of her bed. “The boy in the corner is Xander, one of your closest friends, and the woman standing next to him is his girlfriend Anya. The redhead over there is Willow, your best friend, and the girl next to her is her girlfriend, Tara.”
“And you?”
“I am Rupert Giles, your….ah…another close friend.” He was going on a limb with that one, but he figured that saying he was her watcher would just confuse her more. Eventually she would remember. No need to force memories upon her.
Buffy looked at him again after smiling to the others (who now seemed to think she was less of a freak show) pondering why he had hesitated to explain to her who he was. There was no doubt they were close, there was something so familiar and comfortable about him. Then suddenly her eyes narrowed.
“Buffy? What the hell kind of a name is that?” she asked which earned her chuckle from the handsome Englishman.
“It’s short for Elizabeth,” her mother said with a smile as she approached her. Giles reluctantly stoo and and let Joyce take his place by the bed. Buffy immediately felt a sense of loss as he moved away from her, but let her mother take her hand.
“I am so glad you are alright Buffy! These past hours have been awful. And don’t worry, I am sure Mr. Giles is right, your memory will come back to you shortly.”
Buffy smiled and had to smother the desire to shout out in joy as her mother referred to Rupert as Mr. Giles. He was old enough that for a second she’d been worried he her her mother’s boyfriend. That didn’t make sense considering the feelings he caused in her.
Her mother interrupted her thoughts as she absently patted her hand and addressed the others in the room.
“I think it is about time we all leave Buffy alone. She is probably exhausted and visiting hours are almost over.” She turned back to Buffy and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning, and we can see if we can get you out of here.”
Buffy only managed to nod her head as she tried to quench the fear of suddenly being alone. Within a few moments they had all wished her a restful night and trailed out of her room. Even Giles had patted her leg and left without a word.
As soon as she was alone Buffy succumbed to tears. She curled up into a little ball in her bed. Being alone was the last thing she had needed, and she ached for the comforting arms of Giles.
TBC