A/N I love and adore Seth Green, but Oz is about a foot taller in this story.

Mountain William: Dallas? I'm twenty-two, my parents didn't let me watch anything but PBS until I was eleven; I've never seen Dallas. But you know what they say; "There's nothing new under the sun." (That is said in the jokey voice. I'm just kidding around, well telling the truth, but joking around.

Oh, I guess this took a lot shorter time than I thought. One hour between updates. I RULE! Well they're short, but I hope you guys don't mind.



Buffy awoke hearing keys in the door. She sat up straight and looked as three figures entered the door.

They stopped and immediately Buffy felt very out of place.

Giles stepped forward grabbing a crossbow. He stepped in front of the other two figures. Buffy briefly caught a glimpse of them before Giles blocked her view. Oz held a shaking Dawn in his arms. As Giles stepped forward Oz held Dawn closer in the crook of his neck and turned his shoulder. For a brief second Buffy met the eyes of the very alarmed Dawn. Their eyes met and something passed between them.

"Buffy?" Giles asked hesitantly lowering the crossbow. His eyes widened.

Buffy smiled, "Hi Giles."

Giles shook his head and raised the crossbow again, "No Buffy died."

"Giles I let myself in, not a vampire."

"She could be a demon," Oz said quietly from behind him.

Giles nodded, "There are many demons that can take the form of humans."

"Shape-shifter?"

"Hello," Buffy said interrupting their conversation, "In the room here."

She could feel their eyes on her. She was lost. She didn't know how she could prove to them that she wasn't a demon.

"Wait," a weak voice said.

Dawn pushed Oz away and stood by Giles' shoulder.

"Who are you," Dawn asked looking at her.

Buffy looked into the blue eyes of the girl she so recently called sister, "I'm Buffy Anne Summers. I've been sent to help."

"And why should we believe you," Giles said smoothly and menacingly, "It's a good attempt. The girl who meant so much and gave her life. I don't believe it."

Buffy understood that Giles didn't want to believe it until he was sure that it was true.

"Giles I don't understand this as much as you do, but please."

Buffy didn't know how to beg him. She didn't know how to prove that she was actually Buffy, she also was caught by wanting to prove herself to Dawn. Those blue eyes seemed to be begging her for something.

Buffy just stared at the end of the arrow, framed by Giles' face. Oz's eyes had taken on some of the wildness. He was ready to pounce if she did anything. His hand lay relaxed on Dawn's forearm, but he was ready to pull her back if need be.

"Giles is there anyway to prove that I'm Buffy?" Buffy asked softly.

Giles shook his head, "Buffy is dead."

With that Dawn's eyes realized something that she was looking for.

"You died for me," the wide eyes began to tear.

She shook her head, "I've had the slayer dreams about her. She always takes care of me. She died for me."

Buffy nodded her head and opened her arms, "Dawnie."

Dawn stepped forward, but Oz held her still. A growl started in the back of his throat.

"Giles, Oz," Dawn commanded. She shook off Oz's hand, "I believe her.

"Dawn, are you sure?" Giles asked.

Dawn nodded and stepped forward, "Welcome back Buffy."

Buffy gave Dawn a huge smile, and Dawn fainted.