"What's In A Name? "

"She has amnesia." Spike spoke down the receiver to Faith, who was busy on the fishing boat while Spike was at the hospital.

"She does?"

"Yeah, and we just can't leave her to stay at the hospital, so I told the doctor I'd bring her back." Faith sighed as Spike told her the sitch.

"Alright. I have to go. Fishing emergency, you know how they are." Faith sighed again and looked across the deck toward the shore. Spike laughed.

"Melvin drunk again?" he inquired, and Faith could hear the amusement in his voice. It was her turn to laugh.

"Is he ever sober? I swear that man bleeds whiskey." she switched the phone to her other shoulder, whilst concentrating on the net she was fixing.

"Okay, I have to go, the Doctor's coming down the hall." Spike said, motioning to the doctor.

"I love you." Faith whispered.

"I love you too. Be careful." "See you in a while." Spike hung the phone back on the receiver, and walked towards the doctor.

"Okay Spike, she should be ready to take home as soon as she gets dressed." Spike nodded and smiled.

"Is there anything we can do to make her remember?" The doctor sighed.

"Not much. She doesn't have any previous knowledge of you. So you can' t surround her with things she likes or is familiar with." Spike sat in a chair, "Thanks." The doctor shook Spike's hand and then left. Buffy walked nervously down the hall and Spike stood up as she neared him.

"Ready to go?" Buffy nodded. Spike took her to his car, opened the door for her. She thanked him, and sat down.

Trees flashed bits of green by the window as the car passed them by. An awkward silence had been passing for at least fifteen minutes, and Spike was beginning to get sick of it.

"You can't remember your name?" Spike asked, uncertainly. Buffy looked at him.

"No. I want to, I really do. Have you ever had something on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't quite remember it, but there's a familiar feeling there?

"Yeah." Spike concentrated on the road.

"That's what amnesia feels like. I know I have memories, but I can't quite remember them."

Spike smiled., "Well, I am not going to call you 'hey, you' the whole time you're here. So, I'll give you a name." Buffy gazed at him, smiling happily, "Really?"
Spike nodded.

"What did you have in mind?" Buffy asked, turning to him, interested. Spike glanced at her.

"I was thinking either Eleanor or Amylia." he replied.

"I think I'll go with Amylia. Eleanor sounds too...prim-and-proper." Buffy wrinkled her nose and giggled.
Spike chuckled, "I don't know why Eleanor sounds too "prim-and-proper", but I like Amylia better too. It suits you." Spike said to her. Buffy agreed.

"Okay, Amylia, let's go home."

"Home. Sounds good." Buffy smiled and looked out the window, wondering about her new life ahead of her...