Author's Note: Hey look, a new chapter! Wonders if anybody is still reading I didn't forget you guys, yay! I'm SO sorry for taking so long to update. These last couple of months have been so stressful. Testing and all that, it wasn't fun. Anyway, I'm sorry this chapter is kind of short, I just wanted to get something posted after all that time.

Chapter Eight

Contemplations and Realizations

Buffy stared, stunned, at the man in front of her. If what he had just said was true, then it might be possible for her to find out about her past. This was too good to be true. The possibility of actually being with her own people at that very moment meant more to her than she thought it would. But how? She supposed that she must of come from somewhere, and yet, the 'how' portion of the puzzle wasn't something she had often considered. She knew she was an outsider that entire time, but she didn't know from where. The fact that she had no memories was what worried her the most. How she got there seemed less important. But if what they said was true then all those questions could be answered. There was just one thing that was bothering her…

"I thought that was impossible." She said.

"We thought it was. You didn't come here by Stargate, we're the first people in a very long time to come here by Gate. And unless you were abducted by some superior alien race and dumped in this galaxy…" John stopped.

Elizabeth gave him a questioning look. "You don't think?"

"Well, it makes sense." He started, "I mean, it's at least possible that she was abducted, somehow lost her memory, and then transported to that planet."

Elizabeth thought it over. "I guess…" It did explain a lot of things, but… who?

Elazabeth knew that the Asgard visited earth now and then to study their progress, but why would they just abduct someone and drop her off on another planet? It didn't make sense. But then she thought about Buffy's uniqueness.

"What about my abilities?" Buffy asked, apparently thinking along the same lines. "From the way everyone is carrying on, I doubt they're the norm over there."

"Result of the abduction?" John ventured, "Maybe you were experimented on."

Buffy shuttered. "Now there's a happy thought."

Teyla, who had remained silent, opened her mouth to speak. But before the words could make it out, Rodney came running towards then. By the time he reached them he was breathing heavily and looked pained.

"There you guys are." He panted. "I've been looking all over for you."

His heart rate calmed and he straitened up a bit. He saw the silver object dangling from Buffy's hand and snatched it from her.

"Hey!" She protested.

McKay ignored her, his curiosity swallowing up his manners. He examined the necklace and finally saw what had sparked their current conversation before he interrupted.

"So it's true!" He said finally. When he received quizzical looks from all of them he explained, "I heard a couple of scientists talking, one of them said he recognized Buffy. I thought he was crazy so I came here to find out what was going on."

He looked back at the necklace and realized that he knew the scientist wasn't crazy but also that there were a whole lot more questions to be answered. "What is going on…?"

"Well, we've decided that we think she was abducted." John supplied.

McKay handed the necklace back to its owner before speaking. "It makes sense, more than anything else, anyway." He admitted.

Buffy was still staring at Rodney.

"What?" He asked.

"Who said they recognized me?"

"I don't know his name." He said.

She looked intently at him. "Take me to him."

In only a few minutes she had found out she had a home, had a theory as to how and why she had left, or apparently, been forced to leave it, and now she was about to meet someone who could quite possibly tell her who she was. Things were definitely looking up. Unfortunately, by the time they had reached the commissary the man was gone, and no one could tell them where he had gone. 'Just my luck,' Buffy thought, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance. They knew that they could page him somehow, but after forcing Rodney to explain exactly what he had heard, it seemed like the man probably didn't know too much anyway.

So, she was left to figure out what to do next. She still has so many questions. Elizabeth had assured her that if they ever found a way back, she would be aloud to go along with them, of course. But for now, she was stuck here. And, it wasn't as if she minded the people, though she was still a little ticked off at John, but all that she could remember was some sense of not belonging, and as much as she hated to admit it, that feeling still hadn't gone away, even amongst her own people. This city was magnificent, but it wasn't hers.

She was wandering around the city's halls, hoping that nobody would bug her, and, to her luck, nobody had. She was examining the necklace again, as if willing it to help her remember, if only just to know how she had gotten it. It was then, as she turned a corner, that she suddenly felt as if someone's lips were on hers. And, with the sensation of diving into a swimming pool, she was suddenly thrown into a memory.

She was kissing him. He was kissing her. She knew that they weren't supposed to be. But she was a 16 year old girl and he was gorgeous, did anyone expect anything less? Though, she had to admit, there were better places to do it than in the middle of the Bronze where everyone could see. But she knew that this couldn't happen again, too much was at stake. They were too different. And yes, he had saved her ass on occasion, and her his. She knew that it just plain and simply could not happen. So why was she suddenly planning their future? She told herself it was just a simple school girl reflex, but she didn't want to believe herself.

They pulled away. And though she pretended not to, she could see the effect of their kiss. It was plain as day on his chest. The mark of a cross, where her necklace had burnt him. And that right there, she told herself as she walked away, was why they couldn't be together.

Buffy's eyes widened in shock. It was one thing to be told, but to see that she had had a home. That she had belonged somewhere, it was overwhelming. She had been in love, and judging by all her worries, she had had responsibility as well. This was all so much to take, and yet, it also seemed like there was hope.

For what? She asked herself. To remember what she had, and know that she might never get it back? That didn't seem any more appealing than being kept in the dark for all that time. Maybe she didn't like it where she was? What if she had chosen this? But, she couldn't imagine why she would have, and she had the strange sensation that someone had been messing with her life. And another that told her that this wasn't the first time.

She resisted the urge to slap her own head, to get it to cooperate and tell her what she was missing. The answer was in there somewhere, but it seemed to be just beyond her reach.

This was just too frustrating, she thought as she marched into her room and collapsed onto her bed.

It was the next day when Teyla came to Buffy's room, a serious look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Buffy asked her.

"I have been thinking over the past few days, and I remembered an old legend that I heard once." She explained.

"Okay…" Buffy said, not understanding where she was going with this.

"I have heard many legends since I was a child, but I remembered this one and was suddenly reminded of you."

"Me?" Buffy asked, curious as to where she was going with this.

"Yes. The legends tells of an ancient temple where the 'lost' go to seek answers." She told her.

"But that could mean anything." Buffy told her.

"Yes, it was very vague, that is why I did not even think about it until recently."

Buffy nodded, but she had no other ideas, and at this point she was getting desperate.

"What's the address?" Buffy asked.