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[Buffy sits, quite quietly, on the riverbank near the bridge where she had been taken. Returned now, she looks to be unharmed. No bruises, no cuts, no blood. In a lot of ways she looks as though she hasn't even left.

She hugs her knees to her chest and leans her head back, drinking in the crisp autumnal air. The Slayer looks rather approachable this evening. One might even go so far as to say Buffy looks peaceful.]

(ooc; Back from hiatus and back to my regular scheduled posting. Except a minor dip in tagging over the weekend, though. Going on a small excursion during the days.)

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[Okay, getting up now.]

Summers! Good God, you've worried me half to death, you damn kid!

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...Worried you? Why? [She blinks at length.] Were you concerned that my lack of baking skills was gonna be a problem? Because y'know when I said I couldn't bake to save my life I didn't actually mean my life would ever depend on it. Unless, y'know, some big bad shows up who is all ah, make an apple pie or I'll kill you. But that doesn't seem very likely and--and--and you don't even mean that, do you?

[She peters off, frowning.]

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You've been gone for nearly a week. Those bastards kidnapped you, Summers.

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[The amusement may as well have fallen off her face like a flowerpot pushed off a ledge.]

Oh, so that's your story too, is it?

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I'm a doctor, not a storyteller. Get in. Now.

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[For a moment, it looks like she's going to be defiant. Her jaw sets, but her bare feet eventually move forward and she marches inside.]

Just because no one's bothered to come visit me doesn't mean I've been kidnapped, you know. Maybe if any of you came down by the river, then you'd see. I was there the whole time. Enjoying the weather. [So far? She's still sticking to this story.]

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[Her lack of wearing shoes today was not lost on the doctor as he slams the door shut once she is inside. After pointedly gesturing to the couch, he goes to find his medkit.]

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[Fine, Bones. She sits, but she isn't happy about it. Her arms are firmly crossed and she tries her very best to look most uncomfortable.]

I'm perfectly alright, you know. Never better, in fact. I am in such good health that I'd put a, hmm--a really healthy person to shame. [She calls after him.]

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[McCoy is far, far, far too accustomed to the uncomfortable routine people flaunt whenever it's time for a check-up to let it bother him as he returns into the living room.]

Physically you look fine, I'll give you that. [Fuck, his tricorder is useless isn’t it? Damn this primitive place. His tone becomes softer.] What about internally... mentally? Can you tell me what day of the week it is?

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Of course I can. It's--[her opening confidence crumbles, she's unsure and can only depend on a hunch]--Sunday, right? [At least, it feels like a Sunday. A thought that she mumbles aloud while watching him carefully for his reaction.]

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[His expression does not change, but his voice is still soft.]

It's Tuesday.

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Tuesday?

[Startled, she widens her eyes at the Doctor. Really? Tuesday? The first genuine jolt of doubt hits her.]

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Tuesday.

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Bones, I don't even remember leaving or being taken or...or anything other than being here.

[Flustered hands. She has them.]

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You put up quite a fight, from what I heard.

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Well, that's at least something. [She smiles, expecting nothing less of herself.] Couldn't exactly see myself going quietly.

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I'd put it down to Acute Stress Disorder. Unless there is something else you have neglected to tell me. Where are your shoes?

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Shoes? [Oh, right. She looks down at her now wiggling toes.] Err, they're missing, I guess. Maybe if they did kidnap me, I'll they really wanted were my shoes. I mean, they were pretty cute shoes. Y'know the ones I'm talking about, the brown leather pumps--right?

[Yeah, Bones. Throw medical terms at her? She will subconsciously retaliate with fashion.]

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No. I'm a doctor, not a dedicated follower of fashion.

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Oh. [That was anti-climactic. She frowns.] Well, fine then. I guess you won't actually get to see them, since the Malnosso apparently have a thing for excellent footwear. Except the part where they don't because, Doctor, I believe I've been here all week. With or without my shoes.

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[McCoy lifts a hand up to his lips, when something springs to mind. He waves a finger at her before disappearing into his bedroom and returning with his fist clenched.]

What do you remember about Luceti? Any notable events you can think of: meeting people here, the situations, and the experiments. Hell, even watching that bloodsucker dunk weetabix in his mug of blood before sucking it dry.

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I remember...Tifa leaving. And the whole experiment where people did what they were told to do. And--[she stops, breaking out into a few suppressed chuckles]--I don't think I'd ever watch Angel do that. That'd be more of a William the Bloody thing.

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Do you remember this?

[He unclenches his fist and lets the locket dangle from between his fingers.]

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[Smirk.] Thought you were not a follower of fashion, Bones? Not that this thing's fashionable. Sort of on the tacky side, actually. Sort of--[And then she leans in, lifting the actual locket up without taking the chain from McCoy's hands.]

I've seen this before.

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Where?

[He was not about to admit that she gave it to him after sharing that dream with him. Sometimes a belonging could stimulate the brain and trigger repressed memories. He could not think of something better than the locket he had right now that had caught her attention.]

Where have you seen this before?