Chapter 7- The Escaped and Abandoned: Part one
Previously on What Happens Next: Buffy has a row with Angel, Gunn and Kennedy have a bonding session and Rosie Burg wants to escape.
Rosie Burg was still thinking of her plan of fleeing but unfortunately her ideas were fleeting. She noticed a security camera, keeping its watchful eye on her. "Damn!" She had no comprehension of her next move.
It was as if a lightening bolt had hit her. There it was: her freedom. She took the chair beside her bed and slid it directly under the camera. She ripped out the cords that lead from the camera to the sockets.
Within two seconds she had sprinted to the window and opened it. Afterwards Rosie hadjumped out and ran. She ran as if she would lose her sanity, if she stayed in that place any longer. The amount of energy she had surprised even her.
An Hour Later…
Rosie was going at a fast pace, but her run was now a walk. She had figured out that she was in Los Angeles by all the signs she read. Where was she going to go? She wanted to decide quickly.
She walked up and down a high-street of some sort, a diner crossed her eyes; The Majestic Diner. The red-head walked in. The place was practically empty save for one waitress. "This place doesn't look so majestic," Rosie thought.
She sat at a small table. The waitress walked over to her. "Hi, welcome to the Majestic, I'm Orla and I will be serving you today, what will it be?"
Then it hit her, she had no money with her, or even proof of her identity. The waitress, Orla, stood there slightly impatiently. "Honey, I'll get you something on the house."
"The service is really good here," Rosie thought.
Orla looked to be about Rosie's own age, what ever that was. She returned with an apple pie slice and a cup of coffee. The waitress had long brown hair and blue eyes. Orla sat with Rosie.
"So, where do you come from? You don't look like you're from L.A." Rosie didn't know how to answer it.
"Brunswick, Maine. I'm...Er... Visiting folks." Rosie lied. "My parents abandoned me at birth, so technically I'm an orphan." Rosie was enjoying Orla's company.
"Hey, even though you're visiting relatives, have you got a place to stay?" Rosie said nothing; she merely shook her head. "You can stay at my place if you want. Out of all this talking, I still haven't even asked your name,"
"Rosie, Rosie Burg," She replied.
Meanwhile…
Buffy had returned to full health but still felt desolate after her encounter with Angel. She had decided to go visit Willow with Faith and tell her how it went.
Faith collected Buffy and they began their short journey to Willow's temporary bedroom. "B, how come red isn't in there?" Buffy looked at Faith as to say, "What!" The blonde, shorter slayer broke the door down after discovering a chair was blocking the door. With the door, the chair shattered by the supreme strength that was Buffy.
Faith walked in and looked directly looked up. "B, I think she ran away, but we won't know; seeing as the security camera is busted."
Buffy responded by saying, "Crap!" Faith felt the same way. "What are we going to do now?" Faith asked rhetorically. They both jumped out the window and began their search. "Why would Willow run away anyway?"
"I know you won't like this, but apparently Willow lost her memory after that big spell she did."
"So that was what Angel wasn't telling me!" Buffy thought to herself. She wasn't going to flame him though, even she knew he was just trying to protect her.
Faith stopped walking and just stared at the skies. "Faith! What are you doing? We've got to find Willow!" Faith didn't reply. "Oh great, just absolutely fantabulous! We've got a slayer in a coma and a witch who doesn't know who she is!"
Buffy felt like she was going to have an emotional break-down. Faith made a reaction and started to move her lips. "I was just thinking, how exactly are we going to find her? We don't have super-smelling like vamps." Buffy had just realised that Faith was right. "We'll search for her later then." Buffy knew her concern for Willow would only grow.
Meanwhile…
"Rosie is a pretty name. So how come your parents aren't letting you stay at their place?" Orla asked curiously. "The place is jam-packed with other relatives." Rosie found she had a knack for lying but she also found she didn't like it.
Orla continued to talk about her life and now only asked occasional questions about Rosie's life. "Rosie, do you know what?" The red-head shook her head.
"I've spent the whole of my shift talking to you!"
Orla's POV
Wow! I hope I'm making a new friend. I feel quite lonely after Peter dumped me. Well he didn't really dump me, I thought things were going great, and then he just disappears from my life, and doesn't even call!
I do wonder what happened to him some days. I hope I'm not being too desperate by letting Rosie stay at my place. I really am trying to be nice and fluffy, but I think I'm showing the desperation slightly.
Rosie and I have departed the diner and we are on the way back to my house. I'll give her the couch because there is no way I am giving up my bed!
Normal POV
Orla put the bronze key into the door-lock and opened the door to her home. She ambled inside and dumped her handbag by the couch.
"Its no palace but it does its job." Rosie smiled sweetly as she heard this. "It's fine, no perfect," Rosie said. Orla's hospitality made Rosie feel very welcome. She felt like she was in a home she would easily feel loved in.
Rosie positioned herself on the couch to watch the television. "Rosie, do you want another cup-of-Joe?" Rosie eagerly nodded her head.
The waitress picked up the remote control and gave it to Rosie as she walked into the kitchen. "I haven't got cable, just the four standard channels." The ex-witch didn't care at all.
"Sorry to be rude but have you got something to eat?" Rosie implored. With Orla's return came coffee and biscuits.
Rosie's POV
Why is she being so nice to me? Gosh, there really are people out there who care. I'll help around the house and I'll give her money for letting me stay in her home. Question is though, where am I going to get it?
All of this is sort of mind-boggling to me; I wake up with no memory; the crazy eye-patch man; the creepy doctor and now I feel like I can release some of this stress.
The coffee Orla makes is gorgeous! It tastes as good as the cuteness of a puppy. I think she was born to be a waitress. She hasn't come back to sit with me, right now she is telling me that she is going to take a shower. I feel very tranquil. Just this morning I was escaping from the loony-bin.
I hear the doorbell ring, should I go answer it? Probably. I walk to the door. The knob is just above the door-lock. I twist the knob left and I pull the door towards me. It is a man.
Normal POV
"Excuse me Miss, but does Orla Banescroft still live here?" The man asked. The man was quite pale in complexion but besides that he looked perfectly fine. "Come on in, but you might need to wait for a little while."
He didn't come in but spoke, "I'll wait out here, tell her it is Peter."
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