A/N: Yay! Thanks for the reviews.I'm working on two stories at once now and I'm SO tempted to post the other 2 I have going. But... I said no, to myself (how odd) and decided I will finish Let The Truth Be Told.. first... then add another.. while I continue this one. I HAD To post this. It's been on my desktop for about a month now and I just haven't worked on it!! Now ya'll gotta remember though, since Buffy was in a coma, things that happened after - didn't. Meaning, no Dawn (( Yet...)) ... No Glory. Who knows what happened to Faith, Angel, the Acension? Everything has changed.. kinda. Hmm...

Chapter 2: Where Did My World Go?

Cleveland, Ohio

Willow Rosenburg sat at the half-circle table reading a magazine and sipping a cup of decaf coffee. Her girlfriend, Tara McClay was across from her, glancing up from the leatherbound spellbook she was reading to see what Willow was doing.

"Willow? Are you okay? You seem a little... distracted." Tara mumbled softly, concern crossing her features.

The red head looked up and frowned, going through her words in her mind, then shaking her head. "I don't know. It's just... I feel like something is off. I just can't figure out what it is."

"Maybe you should call Giles?"

Willow shook her head again. "No. No, no no. Last time I had a 'vibe' thing, and I called him, it was a thunderstorm and he came all the way from England for nothing. Remember? He was a little more than angry..."

Tara nodded and stood from the table. "Well, I think I'm gonna head in. I'm tired. Are you coming?"

Willow closed the magazine and stood also, taking Tara's hand and leading her into their bedroom of the small Cleveland apartment. The girls' put on their pajamas and brushed their hair before laying down next to eachother. Tara wrapped her arms around Willow and closed her eyes.

Willow on the other hand, had trouble falling asleep. Something troublesome was plaguing her thoughts and she didn't like it.

When most of the busy town of Cleveland, Ohio were asleep, someone in Sunnydale was not. Willow, tossed and turned in her dreams but awoke shortly in a cold sweat.

The phone rang.

It rang again.

Willow reached over Tara and grasped the phone that lay ringing on the cradle and held it up to her ear. The alarm clock read 2 : 37 AM. Confused, Willow listened to the silent rush on the other end.

"H-Hello?" She asked hesitantly.

A very nervous, female voice spoke quickly. "Hello is this Miss Willow Rosenburg? I need to speak with her. It's urgent."

Even more intrigued, Willow knitted together her eyebrows. "Yes. Who's calling?" She asked sleepily while trying to smother a yawn. Tara stirred and her eyes flickered open as she looked at Willow questioningly.

"My name's Krystal Barrett, from Sunnydale Hospital. I was told to call you immediatley."

Willow's eyes grew wide and she suddenly became panicked. She only knew of one person in Sunnydale Hospital at the time.

"Is it Buffy?" Her voice was dry and cracking. Tara sat up in more understanding.

"She's awaken, Miss Rosenburg."

"Sh-She... When?"

There was an exasperated sigh. "About six o'clock earlier in the evening. The doctors left her to get some sleep and then.. then a nurse went to check on her and she was gone."

"That's Buffy..." Muttered the red haired Wicca softly. "Do you know where she is? Are you searching?"

"We are. We just thought that you should know."

Willow nodded and looked at Tara worridley. "Thank you." She quickly pressed the button that was on the cradle, causing the little buzzing noise to once again resume it's place.

"Willow, honey? What is it?"

"It's.. B-Buffy. She's.. she's woke up. I-I need to.. to call Giles. A-And Xander. Angel. He'll.. he'll want to know.."

Phones were ringing across the world to let friends and family know of Buffy Summer's awakening.

Willow had called Giles, who was utterly dazed and speechless. He had finally spoken, saying he would come home to Sunnydale as soon as possible. Home. Willow scoffed at that. Sunnydale was home.

Giles had called Xander, who, unbeknownst to any of the group, was working well, owning his own carpenting shop in Nevada, near Vegas, where Anya was working as a bar tender.

From there, Xander had.. well, he didn't exactly 'volunteer' to tell Angel, but when Anya kind of agreed for him, he didn't have much of a choice.

Reluctantly, Xander Harris dialed the new number given to him by Willow for 'Angel Investigations' and listened as it rang three times, then picked up.

"Do you people ever give up?! It's four o'clock in the bloody morning! Some of us are try-"

"Spike. Shutup."

"Who is this?" Sneered the voice on the other end, which belonged to a flaxen-haired vampire with no manners.

"It's Xander." Surprised at how calm he was, Xander sighed to himself.

"Oh. Whadda you want?"

"Oh gee! Thanks for the 'hey how ya doin?' there Spikey! Where's Angel?"

"What's wrong?"

"What makes you think something's wrong?" Xander said, irritation edging his voice as Spike wouldn't shutup.

"You didn't call the poof 'Deadboy' or 'Big-stupid-bloodsucking-dead-killing-growly guy.'"

"Spike, I don't have time for you stupid games. Now.. put him on."

Xander could practically hear Spike roll his eyes and hold the phone from his face. "PEACHES! PHONE!"

"Oh boy, no need to wake everyone else up." Muttered Xander sarcastically.

Spike groaned. "There awake. Sod off nancy boy. Hey Angel, mate, got a phone call from Xander eh?"

Confused, the brooding vampire yanked the phone from Spike's grip and put it to his ear. "Xander?"

"Yeah. It's me."

"How are you?" Asked Angel, trying to be as polite as possible, maybe strike up a conversation.

"Not too good. Listen, I have some news for ya."

When Angel didn't speak, nor make any sound, hence the non-breathing, Xander shuddered. Kind of creepy. He decided to continue.

"Earlier this morning, Buffy ..."

"Buffy?!"

"Yeah. She woke up. Then she kinda ... left."

"She's awake? Is she okay?!"

"So far, the doctors say she'll be fine, but then she took off... We were hoping, maybe since your closer than all of us, if you could try and find her? Until we get there? Plus we know how you feel..."

"Don't.. Uh.. Thanks. I'll see what I can do." Angel quickly slammed the phone down onto the cradle and walked out into the front room where Illyria stood against a wall, her arms crossed, Gunn on the sofa polishing a machete."

"I'm going away for a while."

"Why?" Asked Illyria blandly.

"Buffy woke up." His voice was almost inaudable, but they heard it.

Gunn stood and frowned. "What about her?" He asked nodding his head towards the closed metal door that led down to the basement.

"Only go down when you have to. Feed her. Do not go near the cage. Don't listen to her, she'll try to play with your minds."

In the darkened corner of the basement, sitting in the large steel cage that surrounded her, Faith listened to what was going on above her in the living room.

"So B's come back for a visit? Guess I need to.. sharpen up on my killing techiniques...."

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