Staring at her padded room, Buffy thought long and hard of what had transpired over the past week.

The earliest thing she could remember was wishing Dawn goodnight before she went out on patrol. After that, everything went dark and when she opened her eyes, she was here.

She tried her best to be relieved of her bonds but her Slayer powers were no where to be found. To make more insult to injury, this place was filled with her friends, but all of them were either barking mad or doctors who hadn't the faintest clue as to who she was.

At first, Buffy was convinced she was in some kid's nightmare of being in a loony bin, but seeing so many faces, those faces that Buffy had faced when she first came to Sunnydale; she was convinced that this place was more of something she would create than anyone else.

God knows that she has tried to escape. Unfortunately, two of the orderlies, who had an uncanny resemblance to Reily and Angel, would catch her instantly and she was thrown back in this room.

So far, she hasn't made any other attempts since.

Dawn, in this world, seemed to still be Dawn. Of course, she didn't believe Buffy, when Buffy tried to ask for her help.

Buffy sighed.

Recently, she saw Spike. He's a doctor in this world, the same as Giles.

She knew he wouldn't be any different.

Or would he?

Chapter Two: The First Session

Dr. William Walsh waited in his new office, while the two orderlies went to bring in Miss Anne Summers.

His office was small, but he felt it was comfortable for him and hopefully for his future patients.

There was a knock at his door.

"Come in." He said.

The Two orderlies, one of who had a tattoo of an Angel on his muscled arm, brought in Miss Summers.

"Thank you, gentlemen. Miss Summers, would take a seat?" William said, indicating to the seat in front of his desk.

She pulled her arm away from the tattooed orderly and sat down in the seat.

Both of them left, leaving the two in the room.

William noticed that Miss Summers had a rather pleading look on her face.

"How are you today, Anne?"

Miss Summers sighed, "You don't know me either, do you?"

William raised his eyebrows, "Should I?"

Miss Summers smirked, "You used to call me "pet"."

"Did I? Where do you think I know you from, Miss Summers?" William asked.

She sighed, "Well, for starters, you met me here, in Sunnydale."

William nodded as he wrote down on his pad, "When was this?"

"About five years ago. You came to this town with a woman named Drusilla."

William smiled, "Do you mean Drusilla Matthews? The Factitious Disorder patient? She's on the second floor and thinks that she's a child, still."

Her eyes widened and then she looked down at the floor.

William set his pad down and he looked at her carefully. She wasn't a typical textbook definition of delusional; she was more grounded than that. However…

"Why do you think Miss Matthews and I would come to Sunnydale, together?"

She didn't answer. Instead she looked up at him with a pained expression.

As William picked up his pen and began to write something else, he heard her whisper.

"Spike…"

The pen immediately dropped from his hand.

"Excuse me?" William's face was flustered and his eyes were wide.

A smile crept onto Miss Summers' face. "Spike. That's what you call yourself, other than William."

William tried to regain his composure.

"Well. Someone around here talks a lot. Did the orderlies tell you this, Anne?"

She shook her head.

William sighed, "I used to be called "Spike" a long time ago. Back when I lived in Surrey with my mum. That was a long time ago. How in the world it got over here…"

Miss Summers leaned forward, "I've always known you were Spike. Long before I came here."

As Miss Summers was being put back into her room, William took out his tape recorder and started putting his day's work into it.

"October Twelfth, two thousand and one. My first session with Miss Anne Summers is a puzzling one. She seems to believe that she's known me for many years, that and somehow someone here has told her my childhood nickname. Other than her belief that she's some sort of mythical vampire slayer, Miss Summers responds well to others and her environment. From her case file she has one living relative, her sister Dawn Summers. Will inquire with her before making a decision."


As she was being escorted to her room, Buffy thought about what she found out about the Spike from this world. A little wimpier than the one she knew, but his eyes still said what she knew about him.

Maybe, just maybe, she could talk to him.

To be continued…

A/NI know it's rather slow moving, but I'll get there. Promise.

A/N II: You review it, I'll keep on writing it.

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