IMPORTANT: I do not Own any of Joss Whedons amazing work. I didn't change anything he did, but instead, worked my way around it because I have it where Jenny works "Behind the scenes " of the show (Which is why we don't see her in it). I dont own the shows lines/language/or ideas... but only the ones that I have used to write this story. and I am not making any $$$$ off of this story.

PLEASE NOTE: *Name* - when you see this, it means that it is in that persons point of veiw. and also when you see this ######- it means a person either had a flashback/ or is having a dream.... this will make more sense as you read. I realise that the Prologue isn't great but i promise as things move along... it gets better.

ABOUT THE PROLOGUE: This takes place in the episode, "I Only Have Eyes for You," after the Janitor shoots and kills the teacher. Also, the "Two months" that Giles refers to now and again, is the two months between the airdates "Passion", where Jenny dies, and the present episode "I only have eyes for you" (So I figured that Jenny has been dead that long in the show.) Also (SPOLIER:) just incase your wondering... Jenny has no clue what brought her back yet... and she is covered in dirt for a reason explained in the next chapter.

Prologue:

*Giles*

I was heading toward her classroom, at the end of this freaksome day. Some kind of Paranormal Phenomena was going on and I was probably the only person who knew it, well, for now anyway. I had played the event once more in my mind; the janitor shot a teacher, Ms. Frank, and he claimed to have no idea why. Nor me, or the police could find the gun. The scene I saw tonight sounded a lot like the incident with Buffy just the night before. I finally reached the gloomy looking staircase, and walked quietly up the steps, lost in my own thought.

How could I think for one second that it was Jenny? Jenny would never do anything like this. Besides the scene was to specific, the teacher died by gun shot, and Jenny, well... died differently. The thought of her dying made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. For once, living on the hellmouth somewhat paid off because when anything hellmouthish happened, it helped me to think of something other than Jenny… and her perfect features, Confident personality, unforgettable flurting, rose scented perfume; the angels pure perfection.

It’s been about two months since...well, since it happened, and I still headed off to her classroom every night, just hoping, dreaming that I could have a second chance to save her life, and be her hero, that some how I could see her once more typing away on her computer as she worked all night on something she mentioned was important. Like I said to Willow earlier today... she was rather dedicated to her class. I put my hand in my pocket pulling out the one thing of Jenny's that I now owned, other than our memories, the rosequarts... Willow called it. My favorite part of the day now was just being able to go home and fall asleep because that was the only time I could see Jenny again and save her, but when I wake up, I am always in tears, and the days have just been getting worse. I wonder how much longer I could try and stay strong for everyone else.

My thoughts were interrupted by a faint cry. It sounded as if it came from up the stairs, so I walked up faster. Then I heard my name… but this time it came from downstairs and by a perfect voice I knew fairly well. I turned slowly and saw the woman that I had only wished I could see again, the one thing that occupied my thoughts only seconds ago. She was lying on the floor of the high school staircase and she was looking at me, crying.

I began tear up. This wasn’t real, it was impossible; this had to be part of the Paranormal Phenomena. She began to cry even harder and called out to me once more, “Rupert!”

A dream, it has to be. Rupert dont do this... don't raise your hopes again.

“Jenny!” I barely mumbled and dropped everything in shock.

I walked down toward her. She was the most beautiful thing I ever seen by far, even if she was lying there crying and clothes covered in earth. Once I reached the bottom step, I bent down toward the perfect ghost and raced my fingers down her gorgeous short black hair. I couldn’t believe it.

She was real. She was alive. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but there she was lying in front of me, crying, and staring at me with her perfect brown eyes. I was wondering if she was as confused as I am. She looked weak, and helpless as she laid there gasping for breath. “Jenny,” I mumbled once more as I sat her up and placed her head over my shoulder. Her skin was abnormally warm. I wasn't going to let my Perfect Angel go.

I began to tear up as all this happened. I placed my hand on the back of her head and slowly moved my hand down her hair. Once my hand reached her neck, she flinched and I quickly took my hands off of her. Her neck must still be sensitive from Angel… ANGEL! His name at the moment made me FURIOUS until Jenny’s hands reached for my face. I could only imagine how her long smooth fingers danced across a keyboard. She pulled my face toward hers until we were nose to nose. I closed my eyes and felt her warm tears race down her cheek. I couldn't believe it but I had a sudden feeling of no longer being alone. How were her soft perfect hands holding me? How was it I had a second chance to be with the only woman I ever loved… and finally tell her how much she meant to me? How was something like this even possible? Then again... for those on the hellmouth, that really was a foolish question.

Was this really happening?

“How?” She asked under her Sobs and I realized she didn’t have the answers, but I did not need them now, I just needed her.