Title:
Tradition
Author: Hieiko
Disclaimer: I don't own
BtVS.
Notes: Written for
girlwithjournal
for the holidays. :)
Summary: The gang still haven't recovered
their memories after Tabula Rasa.
"You'd think we'd have gotten our memories back by now," Randy said, as he walked beside Joan.
"Well, we still haven't figured out how. I'm starting to think we'll never get them back," Joan replied, twirling a stake between her fingers.
As they approached the Summers' back porch, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. "Bloody hell! Dad!"
"What is it?" Joan asked, just as she, too, saw the couple on the porch.
The pair, meanwhile, had separated upon hearing Randy's exclamation.
"Er, we were simply following tradition," Rupert Giles told his son, pointing to the sprig of mistletoe that hung above him and Anya.