"Hmmmm" was all Giles could think to say as he observed the silent girl
sitting docile on Buffy's bed. "And she has sat all day, no food, no
bathroom, not even an itch you say? She has not wiped a single tear,
although from the looks of it there has been plenty." Giles sat beside her
and took her hand. When he received no response he stood again.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders, "Spike brought her placed her there and went to die. I mean bed."
"Buffy you really have to get used to him being here, it really is for the best." Giles said exasperated with her continued hostility. "Ah Willow," Giles motioned the witch forward. "Have you found anything on her, how she might have gotten here, who she is?"
Willow shook her head and frowned. "No one here is missing any relatives, no one in the area and beyond has a missing person report that matches her description. She has nothing on her that would tell us who she is." Willow said and sighed in defeat. "We'll just have to wait for Spike to get up and tell us where he found her. Speaking of Spike, I think I hear him now."
"I'll go tell him to get his butt up here." Buffy said and left the room.
"Giles," Willow said, "she moved."
"What?" Giles looked at Willow from where he had been studying his books.
"She moved," Willow pointed at the girl who looked towards the door at the sound of Spike and Buffy's voices. Willow ran from the room "Buffy, She moved," Willow announced.
"That would be good, why?" Spike asked as he noticed Buffy's amazed look.
"Where you sat her, she has sat," Buffy explained to his back as he rushed into her room. He was almost immediately beside the weeping girl. She looked up at him and broke down into heartrending sobs that shook her entire body. Spike enfolded her into his arms. "Aww, Ducks, what's the problem?"
There was a collective gasp as she inhaled and wailed, "You left me." She hiccuped, "I lose the only home I've ever known, I'm stuck in this body, and then you left me." She clung tenaciously to his shirt.
Buffy tried hard not to laugh at Spike's panic stricken look as he tried to calm the weeping girl. "Hey, technically he did not leave you; he was right downstairs," Willow said as she handed Spike a handkerchief. As he wiped her face, her breathing slowly returned to normal.
"What are you?" Giles asked and crouched down beside her.
"A Dominion," the words were muffled against Spike's shirt.
Giles fell on his backside beside the bed. Buffy gave him an odd look. In response to her look he said, "It's one of the choirs of angels." He then turned back to the girl and asked, "Your name, what is your name?" She opened her mouth and spoke. Spike winced and leapt away from her. "Why are you here?" Giles asked.
"Well, I asked the Father why He created such a troublesome race as humans, and you don't ask impertinent questions like that. A body was chosen for me and I was sent here." Spike was quick with the handkerchief in anticipation of the flood that came after her words.
"My guess would be, we have to take care of her and protect her and make sure she is okay." Giles stood and cleaned his glasses.
"Oh yeah, like we can afford another mouth to feed." Buffy frowned.
"You will be blessed for aiding me in my time of need." The girl said. Buffy would have said more but the phone rang. As Willow left to answer the phone, the doorbell chimed.
"Let me guess: another angel?" Buffy muttered and headed to the door.
"Yes actually," A tall stranger said as he and another man strolled into the room. Buffy never had a chance to reach the front door. "I just thought I would give you a warning that we were coming, so I rang the door.
"Bell, It's a doorbell." His companion said.
"Whatever," The tall one said, dismissing the trivial fact.
The girl said two names that made Spike wince. She stood and fell to the floor. "Why can't I do it?" She pouted. Spike was once again wiping tears.
"It's called walking, one foot in front of the other," Buffy said dryly.
"Can I go home?" She wailed.
"Sorry, no," The tall one said, "We just came here to give you a bit of knowledge about basic human functions; the rest you have to learn on your own." The two men set down the heavy suitcases they were carrying.
"Are you moving in too?" Buffy asked as Willow walked into the room, "What, did I inherit a million bucks?"
"Two. Two million." Willow said with a frown.
"She said I'd be blessed." Buffy smirked.
"Some one will have to name her, she can't continue to speak Aramaic. Not only does she cause him pain," The tall one pointed to Spike, "her tongue calls to demons in the area. Miss Summers you'll have to work a bit."
"Oh joy," Buffy smiled tightly, and headed for her weapons trunk.
Spike gently placed the girl on the bed and wiped her tears. He tapped her nose and grinned, "Cerridwen," He said. "Her name's Cerridwen," Buffy looked at him oddly as he headed out of the door. "I found her," He shrugged and walked out into the night.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders, "Spike brought her placed her there and went to die. I mean bed."
"Buffy you really have to get used to him being here, it really is for the best." Giles said exasperated with her continued hostility. "Ah Willow," Giles motioned the witch forward. "Have you found anything on her, how she might have gotten here, who she is?"
Willow shook her head and frowned. "No one here is missing any relatives, no one in the area and beyond has a missing person report that matches her description. She has nothing on her that would tell us who she is." Willow said and sighed in defeat. "We'll just have to wait for Spike to get up and tell us where he found her. Speaking of Spike, I think I hear him now."
"I'll go tell him to get his butt up here." Buffy said and left the room.
"Giles," Willow said, "she moved."
"What?" Giles looked at Willow from where he had been studying his books.
"She moved," Willow pointed at the girl who looked towards the door at the sound of Spike and Buffy's voices. Willow ran from the room "Buffy, She moved," Willow announced.
"That would be good, why?" Spike asked as he noticed Buffy's amazed look.
"Where you sat her, she has sat," Buffy explained to his back as he rushed into her room. He was almost immediately beside the weeping girl. She looked up at him and broke down into heartrending sobs that shook her entire body. Spike enfolded her into his arms. "Aww, Ducks, what's the problem?"
There was a collective gasp as she inhaled and wailed, "You left me." She hiccuped, "I lose the only home I've ever known, I'm stuck in this body, and then you left me." She clung tenaciously to his shirt.
Buffy tried hard not to laugh at Spike's panic stricken look as he tried to calm the weeping girl. "Hey, technically he did not leave you; he was right downstairs," Willow said as she handed Spike a handkerchief. As he wiped her face, her breathing slowly returned to normal.
"What are you?" Giles asked and crouched down beside her.
"A Dominion," the words were muffled against Spike's shirt.
Giles fell on his backside beside the bed. Buffy gave him an odd look. In response to her look he said, "It's one of the choirs of angels." He then turned back to the girl and asked, "Your name, what is your name?" She opened her mouth and spoke. Spike winced and leapt away from her. "Why are you here?" Giles asked.
"Well, I asked the Father why He created such a troublesome race as humans, and you don't ask impertinent questions like that. A body was chosen for me and I was sent here." Spike was quick with the handkerchief in anticipation of the flood that came after her words.
"My guess would be, we have to take care of her and protect her and make sure she is okay." Giles stood and cleaned his glasses.
"Oh yeah, like we can afford another mouth to feed." Buffy frowned.
"You will be blessed for aiding me in my time of need." The girl said. Buffy would have said more but the phone rang. As Willow left to answer the phone, the doorbell chimed.
"Let me guess: another angel?" Buffy muttered and headed to the door.
"Yes actually," A tall stranger said as he and another man strolled into the room. Buffy never had a chance to reach the front door. "I just thought I would give you a warning that we were coming, so I rang the door.
"Bell, It's a doorbell." His companion said.
"Whatever," The tall one said, dismissing the trivial fact.
The girl said two names that made Spike wince. She stood and fell to the floor. "Why can't I do it?" She pouted. Spike was once again wiping tears.
"It's called walking, one foot in front of the other," Buffy said dryly.
"Can I go home?" She wailed.
"Sorry, no," The tall one said, "We just came here to give you a bit of knowledge about basic human functions; the rest you have to learn on your own." The two men set down the heavy suitcases they were carrying.
"Are you moving in too?" Buffy asked as Willow walked into the room, "What, did I inherit a million bucks?"
"Two. Two million." Willow said with a frown.
"She said I'd be blessed." Buffy smirked.
"Some one will have to name her, she can't continue to speak Aramaic. Not only does she cause him pain," The tall one pointed to Spike, "her tongue calls to demons in the area. Miss Summers you'll have to work a bit."
"Oh joy," Buffy smiled tightly, and headed for her weapons trunk.
Spike gently placed the girl on the bed and wiped her tears. He tapped her nose and grinned, "Cerridwen," He said. "Her name's Cerridwen," Buffy looked at him oddly as he headed out of the door. "I found her," He shrugged and walked out into the night.