I'm going to skip the horse training part. Mainly cause it'd be boring and I don't really know how to train a horse, so it'd suck. But there will be flashbacks to make it less confusing. Enjoy :o)
Buffy opened her eyes slowly. She looked around at her surroundings, and couldn't remember where she was, or how she'd got there.
She could feel someone take her hand, and hear someone's voice. Looking over to where it had come from, she saw Dawn sitting on the side of her bed.
"Buffy, you're awake," she said, happily.
"Wha-. . What happened?" Buffy asked, blinking her eyes to clear her vision. "Where are we?"
"You don't remember? Oh God, did you lose your memory?"
"No Dawnie," she said. "I just don't-. . Oh, now I-. . Do. Am I dead?" she asked.
"What? No, your heart is pumping like it should be," Dawn said, squeezing her hand.
"I should tell you I love you, and I forgive you for getting ketchup on my new blouse," Buffy said. "And I-. ."
"Buffy, you hit your head. I think these may be the after effects."
Buffy giggled. "Dawnie, I'm fine. But I wont be when Larry gets a hold of me."
"What do you mean?" Dawn asked, a worried expression on her face.
"I took Kamira out, tried to train her-. ."
-Flashback-
Buffy was so proud. She'd gotten the tack on Kamira, after only an hour. It had taken a lot of coaxing, and begging, but in the end, she knew that Kamira would listen to her.
Buffy had grabbed a milk carton off to the side, used to mounting a horse and brought it over to where Kamira stood patiently. She placed her foot in the stirrup, and waited a minute, letting Kamira get used to the feeling of weight.
She didn't know if this was how you trained a horse, she didn't care. It was working, and that's all that mattered.
A few minutes later and Buffy was fully on her. They were just standing there; Buffy's hands were shaking. She didn't know if Kamira would throw her, and how much it'd hurt. She had never been thrown. 'That's just part of the learning experience,' she thought. 'What would life be without getting thrown from a horse at least once? Its not like she'll trample you. . Right. .'
Gently, she squeezed her legs against Kamira, and she took off in a slow walk, after letting out a loud whinny. Buffy looked around to see if anyone had heard it, or noticed them. But no one was in sight. 'Thank god,' she thought. Larry would kill her if he found out what she was doing.
"Good girl Kammy," Buffy whispered to the mare.
"Buffy!"
Buffy, surprised, turned around on Kamira in shock. She relaxed some when she saw Spike standing on part of the fence. He looked like he was about to jump over it and run to her, but she knew Kamira would spook.
"Spike, just stay away," she said. "You'll scare her."
"You think I bloody care?" he asked, walking over to her. "Get off luv, she's dangerous."
"Does she look dangerous to you?" she asked. "I'm riding her Spike, she's letting me."
"That doesn't mean a thing. Horse's are unpredictable," he said, reaching for Kamira's reigns. The horse pulled away from him, going back on her hind legs. Buffy tried holding onto the saddle, and then her mane, but her grip slipped, and she fell off.
Kamira didn't run off, she stayed by Buffy's side. Spike ran over to her, full of concern. 'What did I do?' he thought, picking up her head and placing it on his lap. 'Oh bloody hell.'
He looked up at the mare who was staring down at them, breathing heavily. He knew that Buffy wouldn't want Larry to hurt Kamira, and that was what he would do if he found out about this.
Picking Buffy up carefully in his arms, he ran back to the house to get help, an idea forming in his head of what to do with Kamira.
-End Flashback-
"Spike, where's Spike?" Buffy asked.
"I'm right here luv," he said, walking into the room.
Dawn stood up from the bed. She kissed her sister on the forehead, and told her she'd come back later, before leaving. Spike took her place on the bed, but not Buffy's hand.
"Kamira. . Is she okay?" she asked.
Spike tucked a piece of Buffy's blonde hair behind her ear. "She's fine. I hid her."
Buffy face lit up. "Thank you. I just didn't want her-. . It was my fault, not hers."
"Shh," he said. "You need to rest."
"But I'm fine. All I did was fall. People fall all the time," she said. "I want to get out of here. I don't like hospitals. Please."
"I'll see what the doctor has to say," he said. He stood up, and turned to leave when she called his name. "Yeah luv?"
"Never mind," Buffy said, resting her head down on the pillow.
Spike nodded before leaving.
Two hours later, and Buffy was released. The doctor had told her to take it easy, she'd hit her head pretty hard, but Buffy didn't care. She planned on getting back on Kamira. She wasn't going to give up on her horse.
Spike opened the door to Buffy's bedroom.
"There you are pet," he said. "Get some food in to you, and I'll take you to see her later on."
Buffy smiled, and reached out to hug him. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but she didn't feel that it was right then. Just like it didn't feel right earlier in the hospital. She didn't want it to sound awkward or forced, she wanted it to sound like she meant it, which she did.
"Thank you," she whispered into his ear.
"You don't have to thank me," he said, turning. "I'll come get you from your room at seven, just after supper. Be dressed."
She nodded and sat down on her bed as he left. 'When will it be the right time? I need to tell him, if I take too long, maybe his feelings will change.'
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Buffy opened her eyes slowly. She looked around at her surroundings, and couldn't remember where she was, or how she'd got there.
She could feel someone take her hand, and hear someone's voice. Looking over to where it had come from, she saw Dawn sitting on the side of her bed.
"Buffy, you're awake," she said, happily.
"Wha-. . What happened?" Buffy asked, blinking her eyes to clear her vision. "Where are we?"
"You don't remember? Oh God, did you lose your memory?"
"No Dawnie," she said. "I just don't-. . Oh, now I-. . Do. Am I dead?" she asked.
"What? No, your heart is pumping like it should be," Dawn said, squeezing her hand.
"I should tell you I love you, and I forgive you for getting ketchup on my new blouse," Buffy said. "And I-. ."
"Buffy, you hit your head. I think these may be the after effects."
Buffy giggled. "Dawnie, I'm fine. But I wont be when Larry gets a hold of me."
"What do you mean?" Dawn asked, a worried expression on her face.
"I took Kamira out, tried to train her-. ."
-Flashback-
Buffy was so proud. She'd gotten the tack on Kamira, after only an hour. It had taken a lot of coaxing, and begging, but in the end, she knew that Kamira would listen to her.
Buffy had grabbed a milk carton off to the side, used to mounting a horse and brought it over to where Kamira stood patiently. She placed her foot in the stirrup, and waited a minute, letting Kamira get used to the feeling of weight.
She didn't know if this was how you trained a horse, she didn't care. It was working, and that's all that mattered.
A few minutes later and Buffy was fully on her. They were just standing there; Buffy's hands were shaking. She didn't know if Kamira would throw her, and how much it'd hurt. She had never been thrown. 'That's just part of the learning experience,' she thought. 'What would life be without getting thrown from a horse at least once? Its not like she'll trample you. . Right. .'
Gently, she squeezed her legs against Kamira, and she took off in a slow walk, after letting out a loud whinny. Buffy looked around to see if anyone had heard it, or noticed them. But no one was in sight. 'Thank god,' she thought. Larry would kill her if he found out what she was doing.
"Good girl Kammy," Buffy whispered to the mare.
"Buffy!"
Buffy, surprised, turned around on Kamira in shock. She relaxed some when she saw Spike standing on part of the fence. He looked like he was about to jump over it and run to her, but she knew Kamira would spook.
"Spike, just stay away," she said. "You'll scare her."
"You think I bloody care?" he asked, walking over to her. "Get off luv, she's dangerous."
"Does she look dangerous to you?" she asked. "I'm riding her Spike, she's letting me."
"That doesn't mean a thing. Horse's are unpredictable," he said, reaching for Kamira's reigns. The horse pulled away from him, going back on her hind legs. Buffy tried holding onto the saddle, and then her mane, but her grip slipped, and she fell off.
Kamira didn't run off, she stayed by Buffy's side. Spike ran over to her, full of concern. 'What did I do?' he thought, picking up her head and placing it on his lap. 'Oh bloody hell.'
He looked up at the mare who was staring down at them, breathing heavily. He knew that Buffy wouldn't want Larry to hurt Kamira, and that was what he would do if he found out about this.
Picking Buffy up carefully in his arms, he ran back to the house to get help, an idea forming in his head of what to do with Kamira.
-End Flashback-
"Spike, where's Spike?" Buffy asked.
"I'm right here luv," he said, walking into the room.
Dawn stood up from the bed. She kissed her sister on the forehead, and told her she'd come back later, before leaving. Spike took her place on the bed, but not Buffy's hand.
"Kamira. . Is she okay?" she asked.
Spike tucked a piece of Buffy's blonde hair behind her ear. "She's fine. I hid her."
Buffy face lit up. "Thank you. I just didn't want her-. . It was my fault, not hers."
"Shh," he said. "You need to rest."
"But I'm fine. All I did was fall. People fall all the time," she said. "I want to get out of here. I don't like hospitals. Please."
"I'll see what the doctor has to say," he said. He stood up, and turned to leave when she called his name. "Yeah luv?"
"Never mind," Buffy said, resting her head down on the pillow.
Spike nodded before leaving.
Two hours later, and Buffy was released. The doctor had told her to take it easy, she'd hit her head pretty hard, but Buffy didn't care. She planned on getting back on Kamira. She wasn't going to give up on her horse.
Spike opened the door to Buffy's bedroom.
"There you are pet," he said. "Get some food in to you, and I'll take you to see her later on."
Buffy smiled, and reached out to hug him. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but she didn't feel that it was right then. Just like it didn't feel right earlier in the hospital. She didn't want it to sound awkward or forced, she wanted it to sound like she meant it, which she did.
"Thank you," she whispered into his ear.
"You don't have to thank me," he said, turning. "I'll come get you from your room at seven, just after supper. Be dressed."
She nodded and sat down on her bed as he left. 'When will it be the right time? I need to tell him, if I take too long, maybe his feelings will change.'
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