They rushed in the girl's room, finding her on the floor, holding her head between her hands. Her eyes were tightly closed and created small crows feet along the edges, her brow furrowed as well.

Buffy scrunched down next to her on the carpet and picked the tensed and frail body up and took her into their room, where it was plenty ready for the light. She laid down with the girl, burying her daughter deep in comfortable pillows while Angel closed the thick dark curtains to the windows and shut the door. The room was now midnight black; covering the three in it's darkness. Angel crept to the other side of his daughter and wrapped his arms around her as well. Waiting. Waiting for her to be released from her vision's constricting pain. Waiting for her to come back to him and her mother with tears.

Jena started to whimper as she shook her head in her "sleep." He parents had recognized this as the first sign of her coming back to conscientiousness.

"Jena." Buffy whispered as she continued to brush her daughter's long, brown hair back with her fingers. She kissed the girl's forehead and gave a concerned and worried look to Angel, who gave a sympathetic and forced half smile.

Angel looked back down at the now eye fluttering little girl. "Hey." He said soft and long.

She looked at him through slitted eyes and stared at him, blankly. She was absorbing everything she had seen. Deciphering. Raising her hand to her face she knuckled at her eyes and began to show glints of tears on their surface. A panicked whimper escaped her throat and passed her lips. "Mommy?"

Angel's eyes shifted to his wife and back to his daughter. "Shhh..." Buffy brushed the girl's hair back, responding to her asking. Jena quickly turned in between the two and clutched Buffy tightly, curling herself up against her mother.

Buffy automatically tucked her body within her similar fetal position, holding her close.

Angel wrapped his arms around the two and drug himself nearer. They had gone through this before. It was like a parent who had a child with epilepsy, only their daughter saw bad each time. There was nothing to get used to. Nothing to be said to her in order to keep her from fearing her next "episode." Jena was fey, as Angel said the Irish called it, but much more attuned than others that he knew with the "gift." Like Drusilla, she was able to see the future. But unlike Drusilla, Jena could see it in every literal detail. Every smell, taste, the run of sweat, fear and anxiety. The only problem was helping her remember. Although she was given a lengthy story and vision, as one would say it was, she was left with fragments in her memory. Whether or not it was a blessing for the child is still undeterminable.

"Do you want a glass of water, Sweetie?" Buffy mumbled in her daughter's hair. She felt her head move in a nodding form. "Ok. Lets go." She said as she rose with the girl still in her arms and Angel still at her side.

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