Daphne gave a sigh of relief as the final bell rang and signaled that she could go home, if she so wished.

She did wish, she wished so hard, but things at home were different than they had been. Her family wasn't distant, they couldn't be with the hell they'd survived, but they were still on edge from everything.

She was on edge from everything.

Daphne was tired, and scared and pretty sure that her whole family was suffering from PTSD. After they hell they had recently been through, it wouldn't surprise her at all. She was terrified she'd turn around and her mom's old boss would still be alive, or there would be claws around her neck again…..and she missed Chris so much that it hurt.

He had made her feel safe, despite the occasional excitement…and she missed that feeling of safety, especially after everything. On the other hand, she was glad he no longer remembered her, he would have been in so much danger with everything going on and he'd been so protective of her during their relationship…it had made her feel secure.

Her accidental wipe of his memory had erased all of that…but despite the ache she felt about his absence…Chris was safe and she wouldn't argue with that. It didn't erase the fact that she missed him so much.

She was looking down at the walkway as she started the trek home after school. JJ hadn't come today and she had a headache that had been progressively growing worse during the day. Despite the hell her family had gone through over the last days, weeks even, she couldn't argue with one thing…her powers were growing.

Before, she'd had to focus her energy or touch people (skin to skin contact) in order to hear their thoughts….the fear that had pushed her powers to help save her family had pushed her powers further than they had realized.

She now had to focus to tune people out.

She generally couldn't hear most people, it was like white noise around her, but they were slowly becoming more clear as the days passed. Daphne hadn't figured out a way to deal with it, and her parents and JJ had enough going on, they didn't need to deal with her issues too.

As these thoughts circled her mind, she didn't see the body coming her way and, there-fore, didn't move out of the way.

The jolt was enough to distract her, and jolt her when she realized who it was she had collided with. Chris.

The ache in her chest flared hot.

Normally she would have stammered out an apology and made an awkward mess of everything, but that was beyond her capabilities at the moment.

Her mumbled apology wasn't though, and after the quick reply tried to get out of his vicinity as quickly as possible.

Not quick enough.

"Watch it!," Daphne heard him turn around and scold her, and briefly met his eyes. It hurt so much that he didn't remember. She had to get over this.

With another low, mumbled apology and her effort not to stare at him or wince at the sudden volume of mental voices from the other students, she gave Chris one last apologetic look and tried to get away from the students as quickly as possible, without running. It was not an easy task.

She was tired of running.

She also didn't see the picture she had been grasping like a lifeline of the two of them together landing face up by his feet. The picture taken by her mom and showing a completely candid Daphne and an adoring Chris looking down at her. A moment that she remembered with clarity and one that Chris did not.

For his part, Chris was confused, on edge and curious as to how a run-in with the small, redheaded girl could mess with his equilibrium so much with one collision. He'd thought he'd seen the last of her when he had confronted her about the stalking, but apparently he'd been wrong.

The collision had caught his attention though, or more specifically, she had caught his attention and the outward picture she presented seemed….off.

For some reason, Chris knew she was a fairly bubbly person, a bit outgoing, and friendly. The girl that had collided with him had been none of those things.

She had seemed tired…no, exhausted and there had been something at the back of her eyes that bothered him. She was scared of something,and he knew it wasn't him. She also didn't seem as outgoing, she was more reserved and that bothered him.

He didn't know why, he barely knew her…but a part deep within him flared up hot in protective rage. Instinctively, he knew her behavior wasn't her normal and that deep hidden part was pissed off because it meant something had happened and he hadn't been there.

That thought made him pause because…well…he'd never been in a relationship with her. He barely knew her and some part of him was pissed off because she had been clearly going through something without him being there?

That thought had come out of nowhere and it had no business being in his head. He didn't need the complications a relationship would bring.

Chris looked down as a scraping sound caught his ears and froze for a second, before anger started to set in. Who had taken a picture of him, and when?

After he bent to pick it up, he froze for a different reason. It was him, yes….it was also of the red-head that he just collided with. They were together; and they were happy.

Chris didn't know what was going on, this moment in the picture had never happened, they'd never been together; yet, according to this picture…it had.

He stared at the picture for a moment longer…something tugging in him, almost like a desperate clawing, that had everything to do with her and, with thoughts swirling in his head, came to a decision.

Someone was messing with him, and somehow the red-head was involved….and he was going to deal with it.

Now he just needed to find her, and to keep her from running away.

How hard could it be…?

Authors Note: So...I'm back..again, kind of. I'm taking less units this semester but I've started working more and trying to find balance. I'm hoping that this place will be another stress reliever from school, as I'm working my little a** off :) Anyways, I know this isn't Dangerous or Transmitting, or any of my other works updated...but I've lost the muse for them a little bit. I'm working on it, but it may be a while longer. I'm sorry :(

I've always liked the show No Ordinary Family, and wished they'd been given more of a chance...especially since I love Daphne and Chris together and was super upset how the writers did that relationship. So...I'm making Daphne a PTSD suffering, scared, strong-willed, determined kick-ass girl trying to get past what the writers put them through, and Chris is his persistent, stubborn, determined self that is going to fight his way back to her and undo the memory loss. Mainly because I'm a sucker for a happy ending, and they never got theirs.

This is theirs, my way :) I hope you enjoy. And please, don't forget to like, comment, kudos, subscribe or anything else! Any feedback makes me happy, and not want to cry due to college.

Rant over :) As always, I own nothing, all mistakes are mine, and this was written in less than two hours because it wouldn't stop bouncing around my head.