Puzzled

"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high-," Buffy sang to herself, not noticing Angel as he crawled out onto the roof.

"Hey." He sat down beside her.

"Oh, I-I didn't see you."

"What's bothering you Buffy?"

"Nothing." Buffy said defensively.

"But you never sing." Angel said, attempting to get on the inside without forcing her to explain.

"So? I'm just wasting time until my memory comes back to me."

"Good way to waste time. But there's something else wrong too. I know you Buffy. Please tell me." He put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a semi-hug.

"Nothing fits together. The pieces don't fit together!" she yelled.

"What pieces?" Her yelling alarmed Angel.

"The pieces, my pieces, my memory. I keep seeing things. If you might call it, remembering things. But they don't fit together. Nothing ever does!" her voice echoed through the empty streets.

"Seeing and remembering? Buffy that's amazing, why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I-I just couldn't."

"You know, if you need anything, If you have something to tell anyone, you can tell me, I promise. I'm always here for you. But Buffy, in order to figure out what's coming back to you, you need to tell me. I can help you. You know that."

"I want to get off the roof. Can we go inside? I don't like it out here."

"Still paranoid?"

"Always paranoid." She quipped back. He was the only one that she felt she could share things like that with. She felt a connection to him somehow. He had told her about her life, and about his. She loved to see him smile, and just to look at him made her feel happy. He offered his hand to help her up and she shook out of her gaze. They climbed through the window and sat on her bed.

"What can you tell me?" His eyes gave her a worried look.

"I'm scared. I don't want anything bad to happen." Buffy cried into Angel's arms.

"Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise. Please tell me what you remember Buffy." Angel cradled her.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.

"I promise, I seem to be promising you a lot." Angel smiled down at her. She giggled and began.

"It all started when I was in the neuro lab. I had a weird déja-vu feeling. Not like I had been there before, but some place like it. You were there and I..I stabbed you with a sword and...and you fell back into a big giant blue swirl. I'm so sorry." Buffy began to cry.

"Shh, I know. Buffy it had to happen. I was the only one who could close the hole and you were the only one strong enough to do it. That did happen. But I'm here right now aren't I?" Angel kissed her lightly on the forehead and handed her a tissue. He held her closer to him. She had remembered the night she sent him back to hell. "Do you remember anything else?"

"Yeah." She said wiping the tears from her eyes. "In the hallway at the hospital. I flashed into a different memory. Xander, I think it was, was there. He had a cast around his arm. And then there were some police men looking around. I hugged Xander and he said something cocky. They are all a damn puzzle!" Buffy looked up into his eyes. Angel was crying. "Oh, did I say something to upset you? No, I'm doing everything wrong."

"No, Buffy, it isn't you. I just wish you could remember all of that."

"So do i. It's just that sometimes, I guess, I like having a somewhat new life. I mean, after all you've been telling me, I kinda like not having to go out and fight demons every night. I mean, I don't have a problem with it, and I feel bad that you, Xander, Willow and Giles do it for me, but sometimes, I think, it'd almost be easier to live like I was. I don't know. I'm so confused." She sighed. "I want parts of my life back to the way they were."

"Buffy, it's nothing to us. Really, we love to do that for you. We just wish you were out there with us. Care for some ice cream?" Angel got up off the bed.

"Umm, sure why not?" Buffy smiled. He always was trying to do something to make her happy. Maybe we truly are meant for each other. After all that she'd been told, she couldn't figure out why not.