Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp.7

Story of Her Life

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Spikes arm slowly slides down the back of the couch, and comes to rest comfortably on her shoulders, as Buffy looks at everyone else sitting around her. Her eyes meeting each of theirs in turn, gazing in them for a few seconds, before landing in the blue eyes of the man sprawled over the couch beside her. After a few moments, that seemed more like ions, Spike slightly nods his head in reassurance.

She smiles at the slight nod, knowing that he'll have her back when the time comes. God, how could she not love this man.

She takes in a slow, deep breath. Trying to muster the courage to tell these people the story of the delusions that she'd supposedly been having the past seven years.

Buffy turns her head from Spike, her eyes landing in the curious green eyed gaze of Willow. Little miss knowledge seeker herself. This is the Willow she remembers from Sophmore year.

Then her eyes find the shy, yet curious gaze of the blonde woman beside of Willow. Tara smiles at her reassuringly, and ducks her head. Buffy can't help but smile back as the womans hair falls over her shoulder, and into her face.

She takes another deep, steadying breath. Preparing to tell the story.

"Well, it all began when I was fifteen. The year I started high school. Actually, it was right around a week after my birthday. I started having these visions about these fangy creatures with bright, golden yellow eyes." She begins her tale, her eyes glancing back and forth to the two women sitting in front of her, not able to keep her eyes on just one of them.

Buffy starts telling them about how she and Spike know each other, "In the delusion he jumped out of an alley, and threatened to kill me."

Rupert Giles had heard people quietly talking, as he and Dr. Wood were finishing their discussion. He'd shown the other doctor to the door he used when he didn't want to be disturbed. The younger man hadn't even noticed it in the alcove off to the side of his desk.

He watches raptly, as he leans in the doorway leading from his outer office, and into the office main.
William Osbourne sits askew on one of the many couches, his legs sprawled comfortably across the width of it, his arm thrown casually over the pretty, little blonde girl on his right. Giles assumes that said blonde is Dr. Woods' patient, Buffy Summers.

His eye is suddenly caught by a flash of red hair, and he tears his eyes away from the two people on the couch, to the couple sitting in and on the seat directly across from them. Tara sits in the chair while Willow has perched, precariously on the arm. Her hand fiddling with a strand of the blondes hair, as she listens intently to the young, blonde woman, tell them about the delusions she'd been having for the past seven years.

Dr. Wood had given him a copy of her file. He had been reading through it, as he and Dr.Wood were speaking, trying to get an inkling any indication that his theory were correct. There hadn't been any pictures in the file other than one from an old school I.D., which truly hadn't done the blonde girl any justice.

Spike makes a comment on something, or it may have been a correction. The mans raised voice brings Giles out of his silent reverie. His head snaps up at attention, and watches as the young man continues to tell the story in his own words.

Keenly observing Spike, Giles watches intent on the way he is acting. His arm never leaving Buffy's shoulders, he is as supportive as he can be. He doesn't even notice that he's playing the concerned boyfriend.

"Good God! Slayer!" He shouts. "That's not how it happened."

Giles is once again yanked out of the internal thought process, and back to the life story of a slayer, and her friends and family. Noticing that the tale is coming to an end. He focuses back on the girl.

"Sunnydale collapsed, Spike was still in that hole. He wouldn't leave said it was for him to do the clean-up." Tears stream down her face at the memory. "Then I turned to look at everyone and everything disappeared, and I was here." She finishes the story, as Spike pulls her almost onto his lap, her hip comes to rest right up against his, as he reaches up with his thumb to catch a few tears running down her cheek.

"Shh, Pet. I'm right here.You should know by now that it's not that easy to get rid of me." she turns her head into his chest, wiping her tears on his shirt. " Nothin's gonna make me leave you, again." He says, as she looks up at him. His lips whispering over her brow. Barely touching her skin, before pulling away.

He opens his eyes to her intent green stare, and his breath catches in his throat, as she places her hand on his face, leans up and places a feather light kiss upon his lips.

Leaning against the door facing, and going over the story that had just been told. Giles watches the gathering, and comes up with a theory of why these two complete strangers came out of their comas when they did. 'Sunnydale had fallen into destruction; they had nothing to hang onto there any longer.' He pulls his glasses from his face, and chews on the earpiece in thought.

Placing the glasses back on his face, he clears his throat in an attempt to bring the attention to himself. "That's quite an interesting story that you've just told, and quite an amazing one at that" He smiles warmly at the surprised look on the pretty, little, young lady's face, with Williams arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders.
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(OH! Look an evil cliffhanger.)