Creative Works
Memories Recalled (Page 6)
By Jessi Knorr
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be. They're Joss', aka The Devil. I own
Sage, Summer, Tia, Cora and all the other weird people, plus the plot.
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Chapter 5
While it was the happiest day of his life, deep down he felt uneasy and afraid. The bride, on
the other hand, was as happy as she'd ever been. She had reason to be, she'd just been wed to
the one man she ever loved. And he'd just been wed to the one woman he'd ever loved. They began
their walk down the empty church aisle, slow and graceful, holding hands like lovers merely
walking down a beach. She, as usual, was extravagant in her pure white Vera Wang dress. Her
blonde hair was tucked neatly under the veil, allowing clear view of her always beautiful face.
But it wasn't her he felt compelled to study, it was the church itself. High, stained glass
windows stretched to the ceiling, filled with sun which fell over the oak pews in colored beams.
A large cross hung over the doorway, and the smell of incense and flowers was heavy inside. They
were out before he knew what was going on, and she walked away from him.
His blonde bride sat on the stone railing of the church in the sun. It glittered off her hair
and made her almost glow. He stayed back in the shadow of the door, hesitant to venture into the
light. Slowly but surely he followed her into the sun's full blaze. She smiled at him again
before another scent began to rise into the air. It smelled like barbecue to him. Or, more
properly, burnt flesh. And as suddenly as the mental question was posed, his bride was on fire.
She looked straight at him with large, fearful eyes. Soon even her face was engulfed, smoke and
heat and the smell of her burning skin radiated off her in waves. He felt like crying.
"Angel?" She choked out, high with emotion. He gasped again, she whimpered before the flames
engulfed her fully. One word flashed through his mind, and it was the girl's name.
"Buffy!" And then, darkness.
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Daniel jumped so hard this time he nearly fell out of bed. The dreams had intensified since the
night he'd had the Mist One. He was definitely loosing his mind, and that afternoon when the
secretary had been so jumpy... Only, the Secretary was the Dream Girl. And the Dream Girl was named
Buffy. And that was the name of one of Cora's best friends. It was all so confusing, so
overwhelming, but if he talking to Buffy, the secretary, the Girl who thought his name was
Angel, then maybe the dreams would stop. Or maybe they'd just get worse, he had to take a stab
at it. And he'd start the next morning, once he got at least a little sleep.
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Daniel straightened his leather jacket and stood at the door of the Rosenbergs' office. He rang
his hands as he tried to think of what to say. What if she was at work today? What if she
wasn't? What if she were so sick she couldn't talk? There were so many What Ifs, Daniel felt as
if he were swimming in soup with all the confusion surrounding him. But there was only one way
to beat this, and that was to face the problem head on. He was just thankful Cora was away in
New York at a Convention.
He gripped the cold knob and twisted it open. The room was empty save the two secretaries and a
few patients waiting to see Oz or Willow. Unfortunately, the secretary at Buffy's desk wasn't
Buffy. It was a rather large woman, red hair wrapped in a bun so tight she should have been
doubled over in pain. She spoke in a high, annoying voice that was not unlike a saleswoman's, or
Cora's mother's. Daniel was already tired of the woman even if he hadn't closed the door.
As if on cue, she looked up and flashed him a smile full of crooked teeth. An icy shudder ran
down his spine as he walked to the desk, anxious to get out of there.
"Mr. Cooper! Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise! Still single and wooing the ladies?" Her
laugh was like a cackle, and that made him run over his reasons for even bothering with this
again.
"Yes, I think," Daniel forced a smile and gave the woman a fake laugh. She smiled even more, he
wondered if she were needing a doctor right now, and put the phone down in the cradle.
"So how may I help you Mr. Cooper? You do recall your girls were just here yesterday, don't
you?"
"Yes, actually I do... Um, I was just here to inquire... if you do, by any chance, have Dr.
Rosenberg's secretary's number. Uh, Oz's secretary. We're... old friends, and I'd just like to pay
her...a visit. A surprise visit because we haven't seen each other... in a long time," Daniel
couldn't remember the last time he'd stuttered so much. But the only thing that made him as
nervous as talking to Buffy was talking to this woman.
"Oh, of course Mr. Cooper! I have Buffy's number, let me just check the Rolodex," the fat lady
pulled a scattered Rolodex from somewhere in the hidden holds of the desk and looked for Dream
Girl's name. "Summers... Summers. Ah, Buffy Summers. She lives with Dr. Rosenberg and his wife on
3230 Fourth Street. The number's KL5-3654, she stayed home today because she still is a bit
sick, and also thinks Sage may have what she caught so he was kept home too. Would you like to
call Buffy and tell her you're coming, Mr. Cooper?"
*What part of Surprise Visit do you not understand?* "No, it's all right." Daniel took
the offered address card with Buffy's handwriting on it with a smile and turned to leave.
Willow exited from her office just to talk to her secretary when she spotted him. Buffy had been
right; it was Angel. And judging by what she had heard from the other side, he was on his way
over right that moment. When she snapped out of the guilt ridden thoughts moving through her
brain, Angel had left. Willow cursed herself mentally and walked back into the office.
"I'm sorry Kyle. I'll be with you in a moment, I just need to talk to someone. Could you go out
and wait in the lobby, Jenny has your number," she addressed her patient. He went out without a
word and the instant she was alone, she grabbed the phone and pressed first button on the
directory. "Buffy? It's Willow... And you know how Xander and Cordelia doubted us last night? Well,
the proof is on his way to the house right now."
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