Buffy? Can we not tell her her name is Buffy?
A/N: Here goes! Hope you like! love xx Shezzi
Jack spun around to face his second in command, a curious expression on his face. It was almost twelve hours since he had left her in her lab to work her magic. “Yes, Carter?”
“It worked, sir. We’ve run the license plates through the DMV and come up with two names. It seems to owner of the van was one Daniel Osbourne, while the SUV belonged to a Mrs. Joyce Summers. Both are, of course, from Sunnydale, California. I finally managed to get into the online high school yearbook and student records, it wasn’t easy because of the destruction of the school servers, but fortunately once something is on the internet, it never really goes away if you know the right way to look for it…”
“Bottom line it for me, Carter!” snapped Jack, shaking his head at the number of words the major was able to get out in a single breath.
“I know who she is, Sir. There was no photo on her page in the yearbook, apparently she wasn’t there for the pictures, but there was a picture of her receiving some kind of…class protector award, at Prom. There was a note saying that, thanks to her, their graduating class had the lowest mortality rate of any since the school first opened its doors. I got a look at the online school paper, as well. They had an obituary and missing persons SECTION, not just an occaisional page, but a whole section.”
“CARTER!” snapped Jack, and the scientist stuttered to a stop. “Who is she?”
“Her name is Buffy Summers,” Sam mumbled. “She’s the daughter of Joyce Summers.”
“BUFFY?” demanded Jack, eyes wide. “Maybe we should let her keep Esther,” he said softly.
“You can’t not tell her her name because you don’t happen to like it, Sir,” Sam objected, and he nodded. “Anyway, I was just on my way down to the infirmary to let her know. Want to come with?”
“No, I actually have to go and see the general, apparently the police are kicking up a stink about our taking over the investigation after all, although how they think they can argue when its stated as a matter of national security is beyond me,” Jack said, shrugging. “Have fun, Carter.” He turned away and continued his way along the passage, humming softly under his breath.
Sam continued down to the infirmary, where she found Daniel sitting beside one of the beds, the tiny, blond occupant out cold, his interest firmly fixed on the photos he had spread on the tray table in front of him.
“Daniel,” Sam said softly, rousing him from his intellectual stupor, and he turned to face her. “I’ve got news. I know who she is.”
“What? Really?” asked Daniel, eyes wide.
“Yes. Apparently, her name is Buffy Summers, daughter of Joyce Summers, the owner of the SUV that was also involved in the accident. We’ve had officers from Sunnydale’s Army Base check on her whereabouts, and it seems that she made arrangements for someone else to take care of her business while she and a Mr. Giles, the high school librarian,” here Sam paused, a confused expression marring her face briefly, “Accompanied a group of just graduated high school students on a road trip.”
“Now, I was never really particularly popular or anything,” Daniel said slowly, “But wouldn’t part of the point of a post graduation road trip be to leave the parental units behind?”
“You would think so. Anyway, we’ve managed to identify, through dental records, the other passengers: Alexander Harris, Willow Rosenberg and Daniel Osbourne, the owner of the van. We’ve also confirmed the presence of both Giles and Summers.”
Daniel sighed sadly, then something else occurred to him. “Please tell me that it’s Buffy, as in short for Elizabeth?” asked Daniel hopefully.
Sam shook her head, smothering a soft laugh. “I looked up her birth records. It’s her real name, all right.”
“So…what happens now?” asked Daniel, uncertain.
“I don’t know…it’s partly up to the powers that be,” Sam said slowly. Seeing the expression on Daniel’s face, she hastened to reassure him. “No one is going to be keeping her a prisoner here, Daniel, but if we can find a way to keep her within this program, that’ll keep her out of the NID’s clutches. I mean, she’s all alone, has no memory, and she’s an advanced form of human life. She’d be the perfect candidate for them to ‘disappear’ and run tests on.”
“You’re right, of course,” Daniel agreed with a sigh. “And she’d be a tremendous help, but…can you imagine what would happen if the Goa’uld got their hands on her?”
Sam shuddered at the thought, shaking her head slightly to banish it.
Esther…‘No, Buffy, my name is Buffy’, she thought to herself, lay silently in the bed, her eyes closed as she listened to the two of them worry about her. Finally deciding that she’d played possum long enough, she opened them to find Sam watching her, a peculiarly intense expression on her face.
“How long have you been awake?” asked the taller blond gently, holding the younger woman’s eyes.
“Ummm…” said Buffy slowly, then her face fell. “Since you came in. Sorry,” she apologised quickly.
“No, that’s alright, I just wish I had known, I didn’t want you to hear it all like that,” Sam explained.
“I prefer…at least I think I prefer it when people are straight with me,” Buffy told her. “And besides, I know that I knew those people, and I feel bad for them and their families, but I don't remember them. As cold as I know this sounds, how do you grieve for something you don't remember?" She made an effort to sound upbeat, to hide her pain at hearing she was virtually alone in the world. "So, Buffy, huh? Bit different from Esther, that’s for sure.”
“Jack almost didn’t want to tell you,” Sam admitted, smiling ruefully.
Buffy giggled slightly. The grey haired colonel had made a good impression during his visits with his insightful comments and sense of humor. She liked him.
She pushed herself up on the bed now, aware of a rather pressing need. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she explained upon seeing their startled and rather stunned expressions.
“You shouldn’t be capable of doing that,” Sam said, eyes wide.
“From what Janet tells me, I heal exceptionally fast. I hardly even hurt anymore,” Buffy told her. “Bathroom?”