Title: The Trouble With Love
Summary: Buffy Summers was in a tragic accident that cost her all of her memories. She recognizes no one, not even her own family and friends. When she gets a visit from William Young, claiming to know her, its like her past never mattered. William never shares his past, can it be that bad? Read and find out. B/S
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people from Buffy and Angel, they belong to Joss Whedon.
.:A/N:. Since I've finished some of my stories, I've decided to start another. I hope to have the others done soon. Hope you like this. Tell me if I should keep going or stop now.
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A young girl opened her emerald green eyes to a room covered in white. Machines sat beside her, beeping. She was alone in the room, lying on a bed, covered with a thin white bed sheet. She placed her hands on the bed and managed to boost herself up into a sitting position. Looking out the window that was on the wall beside her, she saw cloudy skies and a few treetops standing still. That, along with her green eyes and blonde hair seemed to be the only live colour in the room. Her attention was brought to the door on the opposite wall. An older man, dressed in a casual blue sweater and beige pants walked in, followed by a blonde haired woman in a red sundress. A doctor in a white lab coat joined them as they made their way over to her.
"Sweetie, you're awake," the woman said, kissing her forehead. When the girl didn't answer her, but only supplied her with a quizzical look, she stepped back. "Buffy, honey, its mom."
"She may have some memory loss," the doctor informed. "There was slight head trauma caused by the accident."
"You mean she doesn't know her own parents?" the man asked.
"It appears that way. I'm so sorry for this. I wish there was something we could do, but-"
"Can you give us a minute alone with our daughter?" he asked, angrily.
"Yes, of course," the doctor excused himself before leaving.
The young woman sat down beside the girl on the bed. She tucked a few strands of blonde hair behind the girl's ear and smiled kindly, "You must be able to remember us."
"I . . . I don't," she said. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," the man said. "We'll get you your memory back Buffy."
"Is that my name, Buffy?"
The woman brought her hand up to her mouth in shock. A silent tear fell from her eye, but she ignored it and answered her daughter's question. "Yes, that's your name. Buffy Anne Summers. I'm your mother, Joyce and that's your father, Hank."
"We'll find who did this to you," Hank said. "And they'll pay."
"Do I have to stay here?" Buffy asked quietly.
"I. . . Hank, why don't you go find out?" Joyce asked, looking up at her husband. He nodded and was out the door in a flash. Joyce looked over her daughter.
"What happened to me? Why can't I remember?"
"You were in an accident sweetie. You hit your head," she said. "Someone hit your friend's car, a drunk man we suspect. The police are searching for him as we speak, don't you worry."
"Friend? Is . . ."
"She's fine. A few broken bones, but nothing serious. I should let you get some rest. I'll be right outside if you need me. And the nurses' button, you can push that anytime," Joyce said, standing.
"Thank you," Buffy said, moving her body back into a sleeping position. She watched as her mother left the room before closing her eyes, hoping when she woke up, she'd remember.
Summary: Buffy Summers was in a tragic accident that cost her all of her memories. She recognizes no one, not even her own family and friends. When she gets a visit from William Young, claiming to know her, its like her past never mattered. William never shares his past, can it be that bad? Read and find out. B/S
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people from Buffy and Angel, they belong to Joss Whedon.
.:A/N:. Since I've finished some of my stories, I've decided to start another. I hope to have the others done soon. Hope you like this. Tell me if I should keep going or stop now.
*~*~*
A young girl opened her emerald green eyes to a room covered in white. Machines sat beside her, beeping. She was alone in the room, lying on a bed, covered with a thin white bed sheet. She placed her hands on the bed and managed to boost herself up into a sitting position. Looking out the window that was on the wall beside her, she saw cloudy skies and a few treetops standing still. That, along with her green eyes and blonde hair seemed to be the only live colour in the room. Her attention was brought to the door on the opposite wall. An older man, dressed in a casual blue sweater and beige pants walked in, followed by a blonde haired woman in a red sundress. A doctor in a white lab coat joined them as they made their way over to her.
"Sweetie, you're awake," the woman said, kissing her forehead. When the girl didn't answer her, but only supplied her with a quizzical look, she stepped back. "Buffy, honey, its mom."
"She may have some memory loss," the doctor informed. "There was slight head trauma caused by the accident."
"You mean she doesn't know her own parents?" the man asked.
"It appears that way. I'm so sorry for this. I wish there was something we could do, but-"
"Can you give us a minute alone with our daughter?" he asked, angrily.
"Yes, of course," the doctor excused himself before leaving.
The young woman sat down beside the girl on the bed. She tucked a few strands of blonde hair behind the girl's ear and smiled kindly, "You must be able to remember us."
"I . . . I don't," she said. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," the man said. "We'll get you your memory back Buffy."
"Is that my name, Buffy?"
The woman brought her hand up to her mouth in shock. A silent tear fell from her eye, but she ignored it and answered her daughter's question. "Yes, that's your name. Buffy Anne Summers. I'm your mother, Joyce and that's your father, Hank."
"We'll find who did this to you," Hank said. "And they'll pay."
"Do I have to stay here?" Buffy asked quietly.
"I. . . Hank, why don't you go find out?" Joyce asked, looking up at her husband. He nodded and was out the door in a flash. Joyce looked over her daughter.
"What happened to me? Why can't I remember?"
"You were in an accident sweetie. You hit your head," she said. "Someone hit your friend's car, a drunk man we suspect. The police are searching for him as we speak, don't you worry."
"Friend? Is . . ."
"She's fine. A few broken bones, but nothing serious. I should let you get some rest. I'll be right outside if you need me. And the nurses' button, you can push that anytime," Joyce said, standing.
"Thank you," Buffy said, moving her body back into a sleeping position. She watched as her mother left the room before closing her eyes, hoping when she woke up, she'd remember.