RE: [buffywantswillow] FF Psych Ward Blues

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You are cruel! So there better be more coming. Slyfox your the volcano.
Good work.


-----Original Message-----
From: Christeen Demons [mailto:Shyfox30@xxxxxxxxxxx]
Sent: Thursday, June 29, 2000 8:33 PM
To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [buffywantswillow] FF Psych Ward Blues


Disclaimer: Characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss...all 
other characters belong to me.

Subtext: Yes please.:-)

This is the sequel to Guess who's coming to dinner in my Sappho's Spell 
series.

Psych Ward Blues
by
Shyfox
Did you ever wake up in the middle of the night,
And wondered where you were?
You need your one and only that can hold you tight,
And you reach for her.
But she's not with you.
You just wish this trip would end.
You know I've been there.
I don't want to go back again.
Clint Black and Steve Wariner

Awareness came slowly to the young woman lying on the small, vynal mattress.

She reached out blindly for the soft form that should be sleeping beside 
her, but her hand didn't go very far, as her arm was bound to the bed. Her 
other arm had been strapped down above her head, and she could feel her feet

had been bound to either corner of the bed. She opened her eyes slowly, to 
discover it did her little good as she was greeted by the darkness around 
her. Her limbs tightened uselessly in reflex to the unusual circumstances in

which she found herself in, but the bonds that bound her didn't allow for 
much movement. She fought back panic that wanted to arise in her at waking 
in such an unusual manner, and forced herself to stay calm as she tried to 
figure out what was going on.

She tried to remember how she had come to be in such a predicament, closing 
her eyes to shut out the oppressive darkness and letting her mind drift in 
search of the answers. She remembered kissing Willow before leaving the 
house...she had let her slaying slack off a bit since she found out about 
the baby, spending less time out in the darkness killing vampires and more 
time at home holding her pregnant lover. Giles had let it go for a short 
while, but he had finally reminded her of her sacred duty to slay vampires, 
and patrol the night, ensuring the safety of others while she put herself at

risk...Okay, so there was a bit of her own sarcasm shining through, but she 
thought she deserved some at the present moment.

She had patrolled the usual haunts: the old tunnels, the cemeteries...all 
five of them, the park...the University of SunnyDale's campus, and had 
dispatched twelve vampires back to hell...all in all a pretty successful 
evening.

She was heading back home when she spotted a gray van stopping ahead of her 
in the street. Under the streetlamp's glow, she noticed a strange logo on 
the side of the van. She couldn't make out what it was, so she had gotten 
closer to get a better look, her curiosity getting the better of her.

The next thing she knew, she heard a loud pop and felt a strange tingling 
pain fill her shoulder. Looking down, she noticed a dart sticking out of her

shoulder. She was irate as she plucked the offending item from her shoulder.

She heard the van's door opening, and she looked up quickly, noticing 
several men jumping out of the van and rushing toward her.

She panicked as she felt a dizzy feeling filling her head, and managed to 
knock the first two for a loop, but whatever they had hit her with was 
strong and it was affecting her fast. One guy managed to get a hand clamped 
around her mouth, so that she wouldn't scream, she supposed, and wrapped 
another arm tightly around her waist, lifting her off of her feet. A second 
guy grabbed a hold of her actively swinging legs, taking a shot in the groin

for his trouble, much to her satisfaction. He groaned dropping his hold on 
her, but two more were ready to take his place and she was weakening 
quickly. A dark haze was dropping over her as she struggled to get a good 
look at her attackers, but their faces were all covered with masks.

She felt them carrying her to their van, the rough jostling as they moved 
increasing her dizziness as nausea erupted in her stomach. She remembered 
vomiting on one of them just before she had been tossed roughly into the 
van, scraping the skin off of the palms of her hands and biting her tongue 
as she landed roughly on her face. The darkness had conquered her then as 
she slid into a nice, safe oblivion.

She opened her eyes again, noticing that they had adjusted to the darkness. 
She was in a small room, not much bigger than a walk-in closet. The bed that

she lay on had no sheets and it smelled faintly of old, stale urine. She 
shuddered at the thought of having to stay on this mattress until her need 
to pee outweighed her need for self-esteem. She could see a fraction of 
light coming through a small square that was either a very small window, or 
a peephole cut into the door so that anyone in this room could be observed 
from the outside. She didn't notice anyone looking in, so she carefully 
tested the restraints to see if she could get out of them.

After struggling for several long minutes, she realized the futility of her 
struggle and let out a sigh of frustration. She felt weak as a newborn 
puppy, and it angered her. Normally she could break a restraint like that in

about two seconds flat. She was obviously still drugged. They probably had 
plans to keep her that way, too.

*****
Willow woke up the next morning feeling an emptiness wash through as she 
felt Buffy's empty pillow beside her. She felt an uneasiness start in the 
pit of her stomach, and she was unable to quell it as she got up and 
dressed. Maybe Buffy had gotten up already? Willow tried to calm herself, 
but Buffy usually slept in on the mornings when she had stayed out so late. 
Their spring classes hadn't started yet, so it wasn't like she had to be to 
class early. And she really couldn't remember her sneaking into bed last 
night. Feeling a panic start to rise up inside of her, Willow ran down the 
stairs, her eyes scanning every room for her wayward lover.

She ran into Joyce when she entered the kitchen, and her green eyes conveyed

her panic to the older woman. "Have you seen Buffy? Did she come home last 
night?"

"You haven't seen her?" Joyce asked, her own worry starting to reflect in 
her eyes. As Willow shook her head, Joyce fought down her own panic. "Okay, 
now I'm worried...I mean, I know she's the Slayer and she can handle 
herself, but..." Her voice drained away as she allowed herself to imagine 
all of the terrible things that could have happened to her daughter.

"I'm calling Giles...and Xander." Willow said, her voice a little shaky as 
she tried to keep her growing sense of doom under control. "They can start 
searching her usual patrol area, and I'll hack into the police system and 
see if anybody fitting her description was entered into it. Don't worry 
Joyce...we'll find her." A quiet determination settled over the red head's 
face, and Joyce was compelled to believe her...just because Willow believed 
it so much.

*****
The loud clanging of the door opening stirred Buffy from the daze she had 
fallen into. She turned her head and watched as a short attractive woman 
flitted into the room. She had a cheerful expression on her face, a clear 
dichotomy to the atmosphere surrounding them.

"Good morning. How are you feeling today?" Buffy could tell by the nametag 
pinned to her blouse that her name was Rachel.

"As well as can be expected, considering I'm strapped to a bed." Buffy said,

flexing her hands slightly, to emphasize her current condition.

"Well, you were quite a handful last night...started hallucinating and 
pushing some of the other clients around. It was necessary to restrain and 
sedate you." Rachel said, offering her a pleasant smile.

"I don't remember that." Buffy said, suspiciously. "Why am I here? What is 
this place?" She asked, even though she had a pretty good idea.

"You don't remember?" Rachel asked, a small frown crossing her face. Buffy 
shook her head. "You are in a Crises Stabilization Unit. You tried to jump 
off a bridge. A lifeguard saved you from drowning and brought you here. 
You've been here for the past few days."

Buffy shook her head, an expression of complete disbelief crossing her face.

Why was the woman making up stories? Did she know why she was really here? 
Did she know how she came to be here? She decided it might be better not to 
argue too much, at least until she could figure out where she was and how 
she could get out of here. "Can you let me up? I really have to pee."

Rachel looked like she was mulling something over in her head, then she 
stepped forward and released the straps. Buffy rubbed the circulation back 
into her wrists as she watched as her feet were released. She sat up slowly,

still feeling slightly dizzy from the medication that still ran through her 
veins.

"We will be going down to breakfast soon. You can rest in your room until 
then." Rachel said, leading the way to Buffy's 'room'. They passed several 
rooms on their way down the long empty hall. The linoleum felt cold under 
her bare feet, and she wondered where her socks and shoes had ended up. The 
room that she was led to was practically bare, holding nothing more than a 
bed, with bureau drawers built into the frame, and a small bedside table. 
Buffy sat down on the small bed feeling the vinyl crackle beneath her.

Rachel looked at her with some kindness showing in her eyes. "Try to get 
some rest, Sarah. The bathroom is the next room over." Rachel turned to 
leave, as Buffy was still trying to sort through what the woman had just 
called her.

"Excuse me? My name is Buffy."

"Sarah." Rachel said, staring at Buffy strangely.

"My name is Buffy...Buffy Summers." Buffy enunciated clearly.

'Poor Delusional girl.' The nurse thought, sparing Buffy a look of pity. 
"Okay, Buffy. You want to be called Buffy now, I'll let the other's know, 
okay?" The woman backed out of the room, giving Buffy a weak smile, and 
Buffy shook her head in wonder.

"Oh my God, I have got to get out of here."

...to be continued.:-)
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