This story starts off the summer between BtVS seasons 2 & 3. My twisted little mind is constantly coming up with new things, most of them AU's, of which this is, because they are just so much fun to see how I can twist things; most of the time it is insertion of a "new" character, to see what would happen. Anywho.
Summary: A person from Angel's past is, literally, dropped into Buffy's life…but they have no memory of their past.
Disclaimer: That's right…you guessed it…NOT FREAKING MINE! I just borrow them for fun, hee hee.
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Buffy Summers tiredly shoved her key into the lock of the door and, letting herself in, revealed a tiny minimalistic apartment. She shut the door behind her and tossed her key on the counter, dropped her coat onto the bed, grabbed her PJ's from the drawers, and trudged into the bathroom. She glanced up in the mirror, she tended to avoid looking too closely at her reflection, because the face that looked back as so drawn and tired, and the eyes so haunted, almost dead. 'Sending the love of your life to hell does that,' she thought self-depreciatingly. And the months before that being tormented by the demon that existed just under the soul that she so loved. "Can't forget that," she muttered.
She showered away all the grime of the day, wishing it was that easy to remove the pain from her heart and soul. She dressed for bed, switched off the light, climbed in bed and settled in.
Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light and Buffy saw a form appear out of the light and fall to the floor at the foot of her bed.
She climbed out of bed and cautiously approached the spot where the figure had fallen. Lying on the floor was a young woman a little younger than herself with long brunette, curly hair; naked.
Buffy stepped forward; jerking to a stop when the girl's eyes snapped open, revealing their deep brown.
The girl gave a cry and scurried over to a corner, tucking her knees up against her chest, her eyes darting frantically around the room.
Buffy slowly approached the brunette hands out in front of her to show that she meant her no harm. "Hey." Her voice was soft and gentle.
The girl's head snapped to her, her breathing still labored from fear.
"It's ok."
"Who-who are y-you!" She looked around the room frantically. "Where am I!"
Buffy was finally in front of her and knelt down; she reached out to the mystery girl, who flinched back. "It's ok, I'm not gonna hurt you." The girl watched her warily. "My name is Buffy, and you're in my apartment." She paused; then after a moment added, "In Los Angeles, California," for some reason having the feeling that the girl mightn't have known what city or state she was in…maybe it had something to do with the fact she was dropped from a mysterious light (note sarcasm).
"Wh-what am I doing here?"
"I was hoping you could tell me." Buffy kept her voice soft and gentle, so as not to scare her.
"I – " she began; then her eyes grew wide with panic. "I don't remember!"
"It's ok!" Buffy said hurriedly, trying to stem the possible panic attack to follow. "I am not surprised that you don't remember how you got here because of how you arrived."
"No!" She cried. "I don't remember anything! I can't remember how I got here, my family…who I am!" The last part came out in a choked sob.
'Oh, boy…' Buffy thought. "It's ok. It's ok. Take deep breaths. Calm down," she soothed, rubbing a hand along the girl's arm. "Now you don't remember anything?" She shook her head. "Where you're from, your family, your name?"
The girl shook her head to the first two, but at the third her face became thoughtful. "My name…" she said faintly, suddenly focusing on a spot on the floor in front of her. "My name…"
Buffy waited patiently as the girl thought, though after several minutes she was beginning to think that maybe she wouldn't be able to answer that either.
"Kathryn." Her voice was soft. She looked back up at Buffy. "Kathryn," she repeated, more surely. "My name is Kathryn Magdalene O'Roark."
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So…Anyone interested?
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