Remembering you, running soft through the night [open]
WHO Bonnie (as Buffy) and YOU
WHAT Bonnie tries to figure out why her body feels funny today. And, oh yes, her name.
WHERE Out and about Bete Noire, could be anywhere. Just mark the location in your subject.
WHEN Throughout Saturday
WARNINGS None foreseen, will update if necessary.
( you were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow )
WHAT Bonnie tries to figure out why her body feels funny today. And, oh yes, her name.
WHERE Out and about Bete Noire, could be anywhere. Just mark the location in your subject.
WHEN Throughout Saturday
WARNINGS None foreseen, will update if necessary.
( you were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow )
Spike jogged a bit, catching up.
"Look, before you say anythin', I'm sorry about the other day. Was a bad time, and I want you to know I've turned over a new leaf. I'm a new man, here on out. Just hope you'll give me that chance."
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"Yeah, all right," he said. "I get it."
He didn't though, because it was too considerate. He just couldn't tell himself he minded.
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"You can go, if you want," she said. "You don't have to walk me back if I hurt your feelings."
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"So," she began, tone casual as could be, "What have you been up to?"
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He glanced at her.
"You know I'm kidding, right? Been good. Promise."
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She looked up at him, startled, and then he explained that it was a joke. Not a very funny joke, but at least he wasn't actually a child murderer.
"Oh. Well. Good! Good, I'm glad you're good."
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"Right," he said. "We should get you home. You take something, love? Something, I dunno, illicit?"
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Who was she and why did she have so many men in her life? It was confusing.
Maybe earlier, when he'd said that he knew she couldn't love him, it was because they'd moved on? Had they dated before? Or were they dating, but it had ended in the quarrel he had been apologizing for earlier?
"Are we--were we--a thing?" she finally asked. Curiosity was getting the better of her.
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"I'm hurt," he said finally. "Hurt you don't even remember."
It wasn't a lie, was it?
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"Oh, I'm so sorry," she immediately said. "I had no idea, I just--well, I certainly wasn't trying to--"
Well, no sense in trying to save face. Apparently half the city was going to find out about her amnesia at this rate. Still, as she spoke, she leaned in and spoke in a stage whisper:
"I think I bonked my head or something. I don't really remember anything."
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"Don't even remember me, do you?"
Thing was... he wanted things. He could kiss her right now, probably take her back to her place. Could convince her of anything. But what he wanted more was for her to be all right. For her to be herself again. She reminded him a bit too much of the 'bot, all programmed sweetness and vacant space. But that shouldn't have bothered him. Right?
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She ran her fingers through her hair, looking troubled. "I woke up this morning and couldn't even remember my own name, or what I looked like, let alone anything else." She touched his arm, gently. "I'm sure it has no reflection on how important you are to me. I just don't remember anyone."
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"Tell you one thing," he said. "You're a lot nicer when you can't remember." But he didn't sound like he quite trusted it. It didn't sound like her. "C'mon. I'll take you home--expect you don't know where that is."
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She started walking again, looking down at her shoes. The whole thing was confusing, it was giving her a headache. "So what are we, then?"
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