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| Jason Varey | Jul 28 2014, 08:25 PM Post #21 |
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Jace had been so caught up in his own irritation that he had momentarily forgotten that Julie could understand and respond to his dramatic aside. His lips quirked up in a slight smile despite himself, shaking his head at the table. Three years ago, the fact that she could understand the utterances meant only for him would have annoyed him to pieces. Of course, three years ago he was likely to keep quiet and just think what he could have spoken. "Okay." He just responded, simply. He was more interested in hearing whether or not she was okay. Yes, he knew she was frustrated and angry, and yes it was obvious she was confused. However, she had been a little more than that the last time her memory started to be split, and they weren't close enough back then for him to understand how to help her. He wanted to make sure that he wasn't kept out of the loop on this one. Jace could even say that he was almost glad that the person claiming to have a spot in her life was someone he knew, just so that he could be involved instead of an outside third party. "I hope it's going to be as easy of a fix as it seems." Jace said, his eyebrows going up when she asked if he was okay, her reasoning to ask only confusing him further. He wasn't going to bloody work with the bastard. He was only going to tolerate being in the same country as him so that he could make sure that Julie was safe. And compromise? Jace frowned. Yeah right. "It has nothing to do with him." He told her, even the mention of Silverhawk from his mouth feeling vile. "I'm just here for you. If this results in me getting to dispose of him when it's all over, then I'll be more than okay." |
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| Julie Varey | Jul 28 2014, 10:57 PM Post #22 |
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"So do I," Julie replied. If this was just what one day of dealing with this latest interruption into their lives was like, she didn't really want to see it drag on very long. She could tell that almost no manner in which she mentioned Zander Silverhawk was going to be taken favorably, which she could understand, given what Jace told her about the kinds of things he did for Phas. A small part of her wondered if he might be mistaken. She didn't know why she, even in her con artist persona, would have befriended someone who would do that. And reputations were very easy to catch wind of. After all, when Jace had first come to England, she had still thought of him as someone who had been entirely on Andre's side, who was a Phas member with no remorse. So there was a chance--albeit a miniscule one--that Jace was wrong about Zander. But Julie was going to trust what her husband said until she got proof otherwise. "Well, for whatever reason you're helping me, thank you," she said, entirely undeterred by the idea that he'd rather dispose of Zander once they were done. Once they were done, she might just support that. Still, for the moment, they needed him. And Julie wanted to wait until her memory was back to form her final opinion of him. "I think I'll pull the Obliviators' staff files tomorrow," she said. "Try to figure out which one he's working with. Then we can go question whoever it is ourselves about the memory potion." She'd rather not wait for Zander to act as the middleman. And with her Auror clearance, she could pull almost all of the Ministry's staff files, save for her bosses', the Minister himself, and some upper levels of the Wizengamot and the Minister's staff. |
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| Jason Varey | Jul 28 2014, 11:10 PM Post #23 |
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"For better and for worse, right?" Jace told Julie, albeit with a smile. This situation royally sucked. He didn't want to think about Zander Silverhawk. He didn't want his wife around Zander Silverhawk. He didn't want his wife to be thinking about Zander Silverhawk. When she got back her memories of Australia, he had honestly just assumed she remembered him and put him in the past. The fact that she couldn't remember him was just frustrating because it was a puzzle they were going to have to figure out. He did know that the man would go nowhere near their children or home, but it wasn't good enough. And if he freaked out and demanded she didn't see Zander Silverhawk, he knew it would happen anyways. He had the choice of demanding it not happen and pretending that it wouldn't, or knowing it was going to happen and at least being around to try and control the outcome and the safety of his wife. Julie continued to plan on things that she could be doing to get to the bottom of this, and Jace knew this would continue on through the night. They were perfectly matched in the sense that they could fixate on problems and fix them, but this was one problem he didn't care to talk about all night. "That sounds great." He did brighten up a little at the idea of cutting Zander Silverhawk out of the picture, nodding. "Just message me and I'll be there. One of my sisters can watch the kids if need be." But they could sit and plan and theorize about this in the kitchen, or they could do the same thing in bed. He voted for the latter. Jace didn't let go of her hand as he stood up and pushed his chair in, leading her through their quiet house to their room where he would continue listening to her thought process in comfort. |
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| Julie Varey | May 26 2015, 11:34 PM Post #24 |
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Lance Greene had showed up in her office earlier that day, carrying with him a vial of a cloudy, silvery potion and an overly-detailed list of instructions of what she should expect, possible side effects, and, more than once, the suggestion she should go straight to St. Mungo's should anything go even the slightest bit wrong. Julie was pretty sure that was out of a strong desire for Jace not to kill him. That was smart. She left work only a little late that evening, a new case crossing her desk at four, and when she'd got home, she'd left it on the counter, in plain view. She and Jace didn't have an opportunity to talk about it until later, though, with the kids to take care of. Its presence hung between them, though, weighting each silence. "I guess we have to talk about it now," she said, finally, as she came out to the living room after checking to make sure the kids were asleep. Arram, Claire, and Cami were settled in their beds, and there was no more putting it off. She was surprised to find that she was actually nervous about it. What was she going to remember? Did she even want to remember the things she'd forgotten? Objectively, she knew she did, but it was hard to be objective when the cure to the bits of her lost past were right on the kitchen counter. "It looks just like the description said it should. He told me it might not work right away. Might take hours, might be days, depending on how much I've forgotten." |
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| Jason Varey | May 27 2015, 12:36 AM Post #25 |
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The conversations about this memory potion project spearheaded by Silverhawk and his little Obliviator had luckily stopped for the time being. Jace almost fell into complacency about it, feeling like it had been an impossible feat to begin with and that it would have taken care of itself without him having to just say 'no'. Not that Julie would listen. The boulder in his stomach appeared the same time the vial did, just left on the counter for all to see. He had to suppress a growing urge to knock it into the sink, an 'accident' that would at least give him a little more time. More time. That's all he felt he could ask for; the lines were already drawn in the sand. But the vial was a source of growing agitation, driving Jace to the couch where he could clean his guns. Not the pieces he wore every day; the pieces he wore when he went on special missions. Silencer and all. Finally Julie came in to say they had to talk about it. He didn't look at her as he dismantled the cam-lock system and drew a rag over it, scrubbing hard at a place he knew wasn't going to come clean. Tar had to be scraped off, and it would damage the spring. "Sounds like a lot of uncertainty." |
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| Julie Varey | May 27 2015, 01:24 AM Post #26 |
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He didn't meet her eyes as he replied. The guns were out under the pretense of him cleaning them, but if having them there as something to work on, to serve as some form of distraction and outlet for his agitation, then she certainly wasn't going to complain about it. "More uncertainty than never remembering entire chunks of my life?" she replied, eyebrow raised. She sat next to him, resting a hand over his. "Jace, look at me. I know how hard this is," she said. "But you're not going to lose me. I promise." Hadn't they already beat so many odds? They'd fought for everything they had together, and if she really didn't believe it was going to work, she wouldn't be doing it. In her mind, she wasn't risking their family. "What's the worst case scenario for you, here? What I might forget? Or what I might remember?" |
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| Jason Varey | May 27 2015, 01:42 AM Post #27 |
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There was no way to argue with Julie in this moment. It was her brain; her memories. He knew that if he had found out his memories were missing, he would certainly be getting them back. Period. He couldn't tell her that she wasn't missing the memories, because now that she knew about them, she was. He couldn't tell her that this potion wouldn't work. Who knew if it would? He couldn't decide for her whether or not to have Silverhawk back in her life. His lack of control left a bitter taste in his mouth, jerking so hard on the action actually snapped. The gun was thrown onto the coffee table with disgust, his expression miming it when he finally looked up at her. "You think I don't know we're it for each other? You remembering Silverhawk isn't the problem, Julie. You know what kind of person he is now. I told you from my own experiences, and even if you didn't see it yourself, I know you trust me. I don't fucking care if you remember him. I'm terrified that refinding these memories will replace the ones you have of me, of our children - our life together. And you can't tell me that would never happen because you've already lived two lives, Julie. Two. I don't think I can handle it if Elizabeth is the one I wake up to in the morning." |
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| Julie Varey | May 27 2015, 03:47 AM Post #28 |
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She objectively knew everything he was telling her, but it was good to hear it again. Maybe she was stalling. Maybe a part of her was hoping Jace asked her not to take the potion, as much as she objectively knew she wanted it. "I know," she replied. "I know we'll be fine no matter what, and I can't say it doesn't worry me just a little," she confessed. "I don't want to forget everything. Again. I want to be me, not her." Julie sighed. "And I know that just saying that guarantees nothing, and I'm never going to know until I take the damn thing. But ok--let's say that happened. There would be a fix for it. There has to be. And we would figure it out because no matter how many other lives I've had? This one is the one that comes back. And no matter what name I think I go by, even if it is Elisabeth temporarily, I'm still going to be me. And she'd be just as determined as I would be to get these memories back. All of that, though, I don't even plan on letting happen." So maybe it wasn't up to her; maybe it was up to the way the potion worked on her screwed up brain, but she was going to hold onto her memories of this life with everything she had. "I think I should probably take it now." She picked up the vial, turning it over in her hands, watching the liquid, apprehensive. |
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| Jason Varey | May 27 2015, 04:22 AM Post #29 |
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It should have been soothing to know that Julie did not want to go back to being the Elisabeth person she had adopted, but it wasn't. There was this nagging possibility that she would wake up hating him for working for Andre while she and Eve ran a con with Silverhawk tagging along. There was this even more horrifying possibility that she woke up in love with Silverhawk. He just... oh merlin. "And how many times are we going to feed you experimental potions, Julie?" How many times had he watched her regain and lose. How many times had he fought? Of course he would do anything he could to keep her safe, and happy. It just killed him a little every time they did something like this. But she should probably take it now. Jace dug his gun powder-stained fingers against his temples and then gestured for her to do it. |
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| Julie Varey | Jun 2 2015, 09:41 PM Post #30 |
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Jace had a point: they did end up giving her an awful lot of experimental potions. Why was nothing in her life ever just easy and uncomplicated? That would be a good change, far more welcome than potions and memory loss and her past coming back to haunt her every time she thought she finally had things under control. "Ideally, this'll be the last one." He gestured for her to take it, and she uncorked the vial, tipping the liquid down her throat in one swallow. She waited, and at first there was nothing. Maybe the potion just wasn't going to work. Maybe it would take hours, like the Obliviator said it would. It was all feeling really anti-climactic when the first new memory hit, and it was no one she recognized. She was at a bar, a middle-aged man offering to buy her a drink, and she had no idea when any of this even took place, but she was accepting and-- The scene changed. This time she recognized the environment. "I think I'm remembering something," she told Jace, attempting to follow the memory. "It's France, actually. I'm with the Aurors there, and we're just...working on a case. Something about Anonymous recruiting, and I think we'd arrested someone earlier that day. He gave us a lead..." The rest of the memory was a blur, though, and her head hurt when she tried to focus on it too much. Maybe it would be clearer later. "It's weird; these things are just kind of coming to me like someone just reminded me of them. But I don't think I'm forgetting anything else." She knew where she was, who she was with, that her children were sleeping in their bedrooms, all of it. (Then again, she wouldn't know if she was forgetting something, but that was why Jace was there with her.) Whatever that memory was had prompted what felt like dozens more like it, a lot of it boring and concerning Department paperwork. "D'accord, I think I forgot about a lot of really tedious work stuff, and I honestly would've been ok with it staying that way." She did have to laugh, though, at one thing, as she looked up at Jace. "You know, for all the hell Andre put us both through, I am glad I wound up in Australia; my life before then was even duller than I'd thought." |
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| Jason Varey | Jun 2 2015, 10:55 PM Post #31 |
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One could only hope. Jace couldn't bring himself to watch as Julie swallowed the potion, but as soon as the vial lowered it was the opposite he couldn't resist. Showing his emotions to Julie had become such a habit by then that he wasn't sure he could give the mask that kept his anxiety under wraps. He continually drew his eyes over her face, waiting for something to go wrong. For blood to come out of her eyes, nose, and ears. For her eyes to roll up into her head in a dead faint. For a lack of recognition to wash over her expression. Nothing happened. And then just the glaze of memory blocked her from him, but she continued to talk him through it. There was a large sigh of relief that took some of the tension out of Jace, but there would be many days coming until the potion was out of her system. Who knew what side effects would show up until it did? "It's a funny thing, to be grateful to a man we killed." But of course, had Jace and Julie never been entangled in the mess that was Andre, they wouldn't have met. He wouldn't have had a home, a partner, his son - his other children. In some ways, he supposed he was grateful. "I put a notebook next to the bed in case you had dreams from this one." |
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| Julie Varey | Jun 3 2015, 12:16 AM Post #32 |
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The deluge of relatively inane memories was fairly easy to ignore as she focused back on Jace. It was amazing the kind of mundane things she had forgotten, and she wondered how much of that was whatever obliviation spell had been used on her and how much of it was just the potion dredging up things that had never left her memory but were just in forgotten corners of it, so to speak. "It is funny. But, we wouldn't be here, technically, if it weren't for Andre," she replied. She'd never be grateful to him, of course, but she was grateful for her experiences. "I'd be married to an Auror and living in France and probably bored to tears with all of it." She still felt detached, in a way, from that other life, before Australia. She'd grown and changed so much as a person since then, and she liked to think at least some of those changes would have happened anyways. "Thank you," she told him when he mentioned the notebook. "That's how I first remembered you--dreams. It was," she thought back, "right after Claire was born. Granted, at the time I still thought you'd had it out for me and Eve the whole time, but I don't think I've ever been so happy to be wrong," she said with a grin. |
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| Jason Varey | Jun 3 2015, 03:02 AM Post #33 |
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"Technically. It might also be that our paths were meant to cross. Inteso ad essere." Jace said, a minor smirk gracing his face at the idea of Julie being married to that Kevin guy, being a good little wife and auror. The image did not match his Julie; the firecracker who was an equal partner in all gray areas. Bored to tears would certainly by one way to describe it; Jace didn't believe that she would have stuck with it. "Real talk: I never had it out for you and Eve. I just felt like you were going to ruin my chances of getting out, and I didn't want to get involved into anything that would make me owe Andre any more." The longer they sat there without any major problems, the better Jace felt. "I'm also really glad I was wrong. Don't expect to hear that again." |
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| Julie Varey | Jun 9 2015, 10:19 PM Post #34 |
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"Meant to be or not," Julie replied, "I'm glad it happened that way." She wasn't quite sure if she believed in concepts like fate, but it had definitely at least been a stroke of good luck among all the bad. So if she had to, she would probably do it over again. She couldn't say she was exactly surprised about what Jace had thought. "Makes sense. I mean, you were onto us with the whole con thing--" She cut herself off as the statement jogged a new memory. "It's dangerous," Zander was saying, and the look on his face was almost laughably mutinous. "We know what we're doing," Eve assured him, and she knew Eve was right. Zander was so young and only well-versed in the art of deception through what they had taught him. And they hadn't taught him everything they knew. "Besides, you need back up." "You're not my back up," he countered. "You're my friends. And I'm not going to let you get hurt." "We won't." This time it was Julie--Elisabeth--who spoke with a confidence that was all too ironic, knowing what she knew now. The argument continued. They let Zander think he won, that they weren't going to follow him while he tried to infiltrate Australia's largest and most dangerous mafia organization. "Scored us two invites to his New Year's Eve party," Eve said with a grin as she walked into the tiny apartment they all shared. "Now we just need an in..." "We were following Zander," she said abruptly, no longer quite sure what her original point was. "The whole reason he was in the country was to con his way into Andre's organization. Only...he was there without any training at all." She shook his head. "Any training in running cons, that is. They would've caught him in about a week if he hadn't met us first. Even and I taught him everything we knew. And we heard who he was going after, and...well...Andre seemed like an appealing target to us at the time, too," she said. "Of course, we didn't know anything about magic or its existence, and Zander tried to warn us off, but...we didn't really listen that well. Which I'm sure is shocking." "Did anyone see you come down here?" Zander asked as he shut the door behind her. "Not even Eve," she confirmed. "Last I checked she was on the phone with the wedding planner." "We can't let her go through with this." "We won't." Then, with a grin, she added, "So the latest rumor is that we're sleeping together." It was worth saying it just for the look of abject horror on his face. "Oh, lighten up. It's a good cover for what we're actually doing." She actually had to smile, relieved, at that one. "Well, I can tell you one thing for certain. I was never with Zander. Or in love with him. We let people think that while we were planning ours and Eve's escape from Andre. And..." She couldn't quite place the other memories. Maybe they would come later. "I think he might actually be gay. I feel like there was a boyfriend. If there wasn't before, there definitely is now--that Obliviator." |
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| Jason Varey | Jun 9 2015, 11:06 PM Post #35 |
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Jace knew he had to be patient with Julie as her mind was attacked with returning memories long suppressed, but he couldn't help the flash of irritation at the potion. These were memories where she thought nothing of him but one of Andre's dangerous lackies. These were her memories with another man; another life. Bad memories that tied to a lost friend. It was even frustrating to know that the whole reason Eve and Julie got into Andre's for a con was because of Zander, because of his own organization. That they had taken the child under their wing and taught him, skills that might have helped him when he decided to go after Jace. And yet, these kinds of things.... they were the conversations that he would be having with his wife for who knew how long, as she was reliving that time period of her life? Jace's eyes narrowed slightly in disbelief when Julie smiled and said she was never with Zander. There was no reason for him to believe that. It wasn't like a mere friend for a short while would warrant such absolute dedication to having her back in his life to the point of an experimental potion. Julie's next comment struck him as jarring though, his head tilting as he thought back to his knowledge of Zander. Had he ever noticed a boyfriend? His inclination toward men? Other than his protectiveness of the Obliviator, Jace couldn't think of any indicator. "I still don't want him anywhere near you." |
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| Julie Varey | Jun 10 2015, 01:38 AM Post #36 |
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It was strange, how even such little glimpses of memories sparked new ones. The flood of new memories, though, was fading and slowing for the time being, leaving her with only vague impressions and feelings. It was almost more frustrating, knowing for sure now that there was so much she didn't remember--and so many memories she had remembered before now, but just differently. Before today, she could recall with almost perfect clarity the night she and Eve met Zander. Only in her memories then, the night in question remained perfectly intact with no gaps at all, but simply didn't include him. Instead of meeting the arrogant kid who thought he could outsmart them, they simply hustled a couple of guys at the pool table, got a decent take for the night, had a couple of drinks, and went home. It just didn't seem like anything even Zander's Obliviator had described as normal memory modification--or any Obliviator she'd ever worked with in Auror cases for that matter. It was all a little overwhelming. But a few scattered memories of how they used to be friends didn't change her feelings, what she knew to be true after what Jace had told her. Focusing back on the present, back on her husband, she shook her head. "You don't have to worry about that. I don't want him anywhere near me either. I don't care what we were to each other back then." |
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| Jason Varey | Jun 10 2015, 01:48 AM Post #37 |
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Jace was only able to give a short nod at Julie's reassurances, well aware that the Zander he knew would not let Julie's trust in her husband stop him from whatever plan he had going. Andre's organization was horrible it's own right, but where Jace suspected Zander came from was worse. "How are you feeling? Headachy, nauseous, dizzy or anything?" He knew he would not be sleeping that night, too anxious that she would suddenly stop breathing in the middle of the night. There was no solid knowledge about this potion she had taken, and even if there was he would not have trusted the source. He had to admit that everything was going the way it was supposed to though. |
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| Julie Varey | Jun 16 2015, 09:48 PM Post #38 |
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The deluge of memories was slowing down now, for the time being, and Julie was relieved. She wasn't sure how much more she could handle in one night. And now that the door was opened, she didn't know how much further she wanted to go. What if she started remembering more that she really would have been better off forgetting? She already remembered she'd basically taught Zander how to scam his way into Andre's organization, and that was after a few minutes. She didn't know how she was going to handle the potential knowledge that whatever else he had done, she could have easily been an accomplice to. And given that she already knew the worst of the crimes he'd committed... She couldn't think about it now. Maybe Jace had been right the whole time. "I'm feeling okay," she said, and that was true at least physically. "A little bit of a headache, but the memories are slowing down now. That should help. But I'm fine otherwise." So far, so good. |
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| Jason Varey | Jun 16 2015, 10:06 PM Post #39 |
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Jace studied Julie's eyes for a moment after she responded, trying to gauge if there was any dilation, irregularities, or if she was fibbing to him in order to make him worry any less. Whatever he saw seemed to satisfy him enough to nod, thumb caressing her cheekbone after sweeping a wayward strand of hair out of his way for the examination. "You know I just want you to be happy." He murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against hers and abruptly getting up a moment afterward. The kids were asleep, everything was cleaned up, and he saw no reason for them to continue sitting on the couch with that vial in stark view. Jace took her hand and lead her to their bedroom, his intent to hold his wife for the remainder of the expected sleepless night. He was wrong: the rise and fall of her breathing soothed him to his own rest in the early hours of the morning. Just in time for the patter of little running feet to come join them. |
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| Julie Varey | Sep 22 2016, 01:58 AM Post #40 |
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At first, the potion hadn't made much of a difference in Julie's day-to-day life. Her dreams got strange, and her waking hours often brought new memories to light. But they were always little ones, small enough to savor when they came and brush away like they were just errant thoughts. At first, the harder part was knowing that there were so many things she had forgotten. Not just about Australia, either. She'd forgotten parts of her life that she'd thought already-recovered -- memories of her time in France, her Auror training. Some of her likes, her dislikes, her skills even. The day she remembered that she used to be a decent cook, she'd laughed for five minutes straight, and when she burned dinner that same night, she'd cried about it for no real reason other than the sheer frustration of recovering the what but not the how. It happened with people, too. She remembered more about her family, now. More about Kevin. About her friends from France. She remembered how much she loved them before and now it hurt to realize she didn't love them as much now. It hurt, but she couldn't do anything about it. Maybe there was something permanent about that first memory wipe: something that had worked its way in so deeply it couldn't be undone. Maybe it had nothing to do with her memory loss at all. Her memories of Eve were stronger than ever, and changing, too. There was so much she hadn't realized Zander was a part of. Entire conversations that she'd remembered before the potion, only without the third party. She still didn't know how to feel about him. She wanted to hate him. She wanted all the new detachment she felt for everyone else to apply to him, too. To anyone she met and knew as Elisabeth. But those memories were the ones that persisted, the ones that came with feelings attached and tore apart the shaky peace she'd made with that part of her past. After the first week, the memories came back more frequently and for longer periods. There were days when she'd sit at her desk, flashing back for minutes at a time, completely unaware she was still at work. It was probably normal, she'd assured herself. But that was when the headaches had started. Now it had been almost three weeks, and each new memory that came up brought with it a migraine so bad it left her nauseous and dizzy. Normally she powered through these things. She'd worked through worse and could probably do it again. But this was the third day in a row that she could hardly stand to even look at a hint of light, and she'd taken the day off in favor of staying in dark rooms and trying to wait it out. Nothing helped. She couldn't escape the memories that kept plaguing her, so vivid now it was like she was living them all over again. Where was she? At home, right? No, a bar. Dimly lit with bad music playing. "Can I buy you a drink?" the man asked her. Elisabeth had noticed the guy staring when she'd walked in. She should've covered her tracks better. Andre's people were going to be looking for her soon, and she needed somewhere safe to stop. She had to make a plan. She had to get the baby back ... She gave the man a quick once-over. Well-dressed. Nice smile. And something about him looked familiar, but she couldn't place it... Zander. She had to find Zander. She had to find the baby. But first she needed a place to stay for the night. Maybe one drink wouldn't hurt -- No. She was at home. In Italy. Her name was Julie. Her kids' names were Arram, Claire, and Camille. Her husband's name was Jace. She recited the facts in her head like she had so many times over the past week, taking comfort in the fact that, as painful as the gains were, she hadn't lost anything. It had been years since that memory. That lost time between escaping Andre and showing up in front of Kevin in the Order Headquarters. She'd never really remembered anything about it before. That bar ... that had been right before she remembered her first life and lost her second. Just weeks before she found out she was pregnant with Claire and her life had changed forever again. Oh. Maybe it was best to table that particular line of thought for the time being, especially as another stabbing pain flared up behind her eyes. Jace had taken the kids to his mother's for the day and, loathe as she was to admit it, she thought she might finally need some help. "Jace? I think I was wrong." Her other least favorite thing to say. Even now, she could feel another memory at the edges of her vision, and she shut her eyes, leaning her head back against the couch and just willed it to go away. "I shouldn't have taken this thing," she said, frustration coloring her tone. "I can't ... I can't make them stop." |
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