A/N: I'm sure you've all seen the video of the man who just had surgery and then sees his wife again and he doesn't remember she's his wife and he tells her how beautiful she is? Well this fic was inspired by that. Also, I wanted a re-do of that scene in Fugue in Red, but then this time with a good outcome.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
'Seeing her for the first time again'
She still couldn't believe he had survived. Any normal person would have been dead in an instant, but not Patrick Jane, of course. She felt that God had let him live for a reason – they still had so much lost time to compensate.
The truck driver who had driven against Jane on the almost dark road hadn't ran away, like expected. He had stayed and kept apologizing, hoping, wishing, praying that Jane would make it.
She was doing the same. She knew there was a chance he could survive this. Yet she knew he would most likely never be the same as he was before.
She had been sitting beside his bed for days now. Even though Jane's nurses had advised her to rest every now and then, she couldn't just leave him like that, could she?
He woke up, and she hoped it was because of her hands caressing his cheeks, she knew it was because of the medicines wearing off.
"Hey," she breathed. It took him a long time to locate himself, but when he did he followed her voice and looked at her. "How are you?"
He didn't answer her, just kept looking at her. She swallowed and brushed his curls.
"You're the prettiest nurse I've ever seen," he whispered. She frowned, but then couldn't help but chuckle at him. When she looked back at him, his eyes were radiating confusion.
"Who are you?" he asked, the confusion in his voice matching the one in his eyes, but she also heard something close to curiosity.
She had been expecting this, the doctors had warned of this already. Yet seeing it happen was something she wasn't happy with.
She grabbed his hand and pulled it closer until he was able to caress her cheek like she had done his minutes before.
"I'm Teresa," she whispered. There was no hint that he recognized that name in his eyes, so she continued, but not after lowering her head. "I'm… your wife."
She heard a soft gasp and looked up again. He was smirking, the gesture familiar to her even though his eyes didn't look at her like her Jane used to. He was still confused though, she could see it.
"You're my wife? Oh, my... you're beautiful… Teresa. I… you're really my wife?"
She grinned and nodded. He continued to stare at her for a little while longer. His eyes were sparkling.
"Say, Teresa... how did I get so lucky? Did I pay you?"
She chuckled. She just hoped this memory loss wouldn't be permanent.
"You're double lucky," she whispered, got up and placed his hand on her swollen belly. His eyes widened.
She saw the tears in his eyes as soon as they left them, and smiled at him.
"I know."
"You're pregnant?"
"And seven months at that, yes."
He cried through his tears. She was right beside him to wipe them away.
"You're beautiful," he kept whispering while the tears streamed down his face. She would make him remember, but for now, she took pleasure in seeing him like this. Now she knew how happy he was with her by his side.