Title: The French Connection
Author: Lily
Rating: PG to PG-13
Spoilers: Bargaining, but really only part one
Disclaimer: pshaw. not mine.
Summary: Yes, the resurrection worked. But no, it didn't wake
Buffy up where she last was (that part seems to have gotten messed
up, no?)...
Author's Note: *la la la* denotes Buffy thoughts
Thanks to Karen, the supercool "beta personage" LOL
The tower rose high into the air, but Buffy, in its shadow, could not see it. She knew her eyes were open, but everything was in a very dark haze. Just to be sure, she felt her face with her hands. Her rough palms left a sticky residue, and it stung her hands like falling off a bike.
*Blood*
*Where am I?*
Breathing in deeply, she did a conscious check for all of her body parts, and she realized that she was lying face down on cold pavement.
*I fell*
Painfully pressing her raw palms onto the dirty ground, she heaved herself up, testing her legs. Taking a step, Buffy wobbled on her pointy heels. Looking down, she could barely see the shoes.
*Can see. Kind of.*
Buffy looked up, seeing a kaleidoscope of twinkling, blurry lights in the distance. The empty street in front of her was clear enough, but she couldn't see a yard beyond her nose. She started to walk.
Slowly, she came out from under the shadow of the tower and had to close her eyes for a minute. The lights were blinding. As Buffy realized that she was on a street corner, she also started to hear.
*Loud!*
She attempted to process all of the sounds. Shoes clicking. Laughter. Voices. Turning, she made out the shapes of people--lots of them, walking quickly around her, not looking at her. Buffy heard the voices clearly, but she realized that although she could hear the sounds, they made no sense to her. The noises were familiar, but she didn't understand them. All alone, struggling to remain standing, Buffy began to cry as she kept walking.
Her legs wobbled less, but her hands were shaking and the tears were still falling down her cheeks. She continued on, trying not to knock into the passing figures. She bumped into one of them. Strange noises came out of the blurred shape. So loud. She pressed her ripped hands to her ears and moved on, faster.
Buffy spun around when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Another indistinct figure stood in front of her. Her eyes focused first on the tower silhouetted in the background. She recognized the tall structure from somewhere. It made words pop into her head.
*Eiffel Tower*
The shape in front of her spoke, and she was surprised. She understood the words.
"Buffy? Buffy, it's me, Oz."
**end one**
