Remember Me?
by Lost
Chapter Three
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chapter three
"Well obviously." The brunette, Dawn, said with her hands on her hips. She looked at the two girls. "What has gotten into your parents?"
Both little girls giggled and put their hands over their faces.
Down on the floor both Willow was doing her best, as she gazed into the eyes of her wife, to resist the temptation to kiss her. Slowly but surely she was looking more and more like herself. Willow had a guess as to what was going on, but she didn't know why or how it was happening. She maneuvered her hand away from in between them where it had landed, and pushed herself into the sitting position on her knees, with one knee in between Buffy's knee, and the other on the outside of her thigh. In moving to scoot forward Willow's kneed had accidentally made a little bit of contact, eliciting a hiss, not of pain, from the blonde beneath her. Who moved to sit up and be on even playing ground with the witch, "Hey, watch that knee missy." Willow said, blushing dark red. The two adults separated and stared at Dawn for a minute.
Dawn looked back at them expectantly. The two of them had been together for nearly nine years, and yet for some reason now they stood without holding hands or really showing any kind of affection; in fact they seemed to be maybe a little bit uncomfortable around eachother? She scrutinized the two women. Something was different. Buffy didn't mention that they had been fighting when she'd spoken to her over the phone before patrol the night before they boarded the plane. But Dawn shrugged it off and hugged Willow hello. "How was the flight?" She asked to break the awkward silence as they walked past the baggage racks and out into the open air.
"Not bad." Willow answered. Jillian and Lyssa were softly bumping shoulders, making a game out of who could tag back the fastest. Dawn and Willow walked a bit ahead of the other three, and talked in soft tones.
"What's going on??" Dawn asked her as soon as they were a few feet away from her sister.
"I don't know, I woke up and she didn't know who I was, maybe she hit her head during patrol?" She asked back, concern lacing her voice.
"She's bumped her head before and never lost her memory, why would she now? Maybe it's a spell?"
A few feet behind them Buffy was walking with the two girls, she wasn't sure of what to say and so mostly just listened to the conversation in front of her. The word spell is what did it. She was sucked back again.
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This time it was to the night that she lost her memory. Before her there was a demon of not a very attractive descent. He looked like he had horns growing out of his forehead much like a goat, except that his skin was scaly and rusty brown and looked to be in desperate need of some moisturizer.
"I have been sent," It was saying, "By the future you, she needs your help," He continued on and she stared at him. Had he really been sent to help? She didn't seem the type to associate with someone who was so.... ugly for lack of better word.
"Sure, you've been sent. And how do I know that it was ME who sent you?" She stared at big and ugly. He stared back at her, then a figure stepped out of the shadows.
"Because he didn't come alone." The figure had said and there before her was herself nearly five years in the future. There was a giant scar across her face, going straight through her left and milky colored eye. "You have to save them, there'll come a time...when a decision has to be made. I made the wrong one, its up to you to make sure that that doesn't happen again. We can't handle it if we lose them all." She said. Buffy studied herself, she looked to be five years older by the level of stress she seemed to be under, but looking more closely, she still wore the same black combat boots that she was wearing now, maybe this future version of herself wasn't that old after all.
"How am I supposed to save someone when...?" She trailed off. The older version looked at her.
"I'll show you." She said as she touched her hands on both sides of Buffy's temples. There was a flash of light, and she was at home, in bed.
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Two Years in the Future:
Buffy stared at the little glowing orb in front of her, and watched her past self. The spell had gone wrong. It wasn't meant to erase her memory of her past as well, just the memory of what the future held. The flashes were supposed to be leaked to her over a period of time so that she could place them all together. Her past memory wasn't supposed to have been affected at all. She threw her hands up in frustration and walked away from the orb.
"You have to be more patient." A woman said as she came up and stared at the orb again.
"The spell backfired Sophie! It went all wrong, now there's no way that she'll be able to save them all. At the rate she's going she's going to have a mental breakdown if these memories keep flashing in her with no explanation." She plopped unceremoniously into the thick wooden chair.
"Well, you are still here, so it can't be THAT bad." Sophie said as she rubbed her temples, trying to think of how she could fix the jumbled up spell.
Buffy stared hard at the orb, before standing up. "I'm going outside to exercise." She said and excused herself into the training room. Nothing would ever again creep up on the blonde slayer, of that she had made sure.
Sophie stared at the orb a moment longer before she waved her hand and it turned from white to black. A face shimmered in the darkness. "It's worked out just fine." She said to the face.
"And the memories?" It asked, its voice thick and gravelly.
"Soon they'll overwhelm her, then once she's in a catatonic state it'll be easy to take the children."
"Excellent...." The voice hissed as she waved her hand and the orb turned white once again. She went to the kitchen, grabbed a pitcher full of lemonade and took it as well as two glasses outside to where the slayer was training. Soon her plan would be done. It had already been set in motion but the unwitting blonde before her, and now, she would have the cure the children held in the DNA.
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They arrived at Dawn's apartment, and the girls went to go and set their backpacks down.
"Willow, can I talk to you?" Buffy asked as the redhead began to search for her computer cable, if she was going to figure out how to help fix Buffy, she'd need the net.
"Sure." She answered.
"I keep having these flashes... of things... and I'm not sure if they really happened, or well, I guess they really did, I guess I'm remembering them, but theyre coming way too fast. I can't even begin to make sense of them." She sat down on the end of the couch and put her head in her hands, sighing raggedly as she tried to make sense of all that was bouncing around in her head.
"What do you mean they're coming too fast?" Willow was confused, how many flashes had the blonde had?
"I mean one minute I'm talking to you and then the next, I'm not there, I'm remembering, and it doesn't seem like they're going in chronological order either." Buffy moved her hands to her temples, massaging them softly. She had a horrible headache, and all of the memories were getting jumbled up together. She let out a frustrated growl and pushed herself off of the couch.
"Here, take a nap, I'm going to do a spell....and see if there's any kind of mystical force that's effecting you." Willow said as she led Buffy around to the couch to lay down. She obliged, but she really didn't feel much like sleeping, and so she watched Willow as she poured the sand, lit the incense and seemed to go into a deep trance.
Dawn walked out into the living room while Willow was pouring the sand, and Willow had asked her to take the girls to get ice cream and a movie, and that they should be finished by the time they got back. Buffy idly wondered when it was that Dawn's graduation was supposed to be happening, then glanced around the room, her eyes falling on the calendar held onto the fridge by a magnet. Two days from today was circled in red with the word "GRAD" written big on it. She turned back to Willow.
a/n: so, thoughts comments? im actively writing this...so if something sucks booty let me know and i'll do my best to fix it :D- L.