Lost Memories
by Beth Summers with help from Maria H (Tiger
Eyes) who is my editor
Rating: PG-13 for Language and a bit of
sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters except the girl
Galena, (the
brunette that is in Jesse's room.) the only other
thing I own is the plot. Oh wait, Juliet Fox, Ashleigh Carter, and
Shyla Rickers also belong to me. So does Kevin Taylor now that I
think about it. Wow, now if only I could get Tribune to sell me the
rest I'd be in perfect contentment.
Chap 1
Pain was definitely not a pleasurable feeling. Jesse decided as he laid on the bed in his room. He'd almost forgotten what it was like to hurt. His ability to mass and phase had kept him from having to deal with it, at least up till now. If only I had Shal's feral instincts to sense danger he thought as he tried to sit up. He took a deep breath and suddenly felt an intense pain in his sides and chest.
"Damn, I must have cracked some ribs." he said aloud through the pain, as if talking to himself would do any good. He was surprised that he had woken up alone and in his own room.
Carefully, he laid back down, the pain was pretty bad and starting to give him a head ache. He thought for a minute trying to remember exactly what had happened. He had been out with a girl. What the hell was her name? He tried to concentrate but all he could remember was a blurry image of brown curls and a perfume that gave him an overwhelming desire to pull her into his arms and rip off all her clothes.
Where were we? A club. Whoever she was she had dragged me to a club to celebrate something. If I could only remember what we had been celebrating or how I got hurt.
He closed his eyes and tried to remember what had happened, but instead fell back to sleep.
A couple of hours later the sweet smell of jasmine filled the bedroom. The flowery smell stirred Jesse back to consciousness. He inhaled as deeply as his injuries would allow him. He let the smell relax him, as if instinctively knowing this woman meant him no harm.
Quiet footsteps came from the side of his bed. He slowly opened his eyes to see who was in the room. As everything came slowly into focus he saw a tall, thin girl busying herself with a pile of laundry that had apparently just come out of the drier. As she took a shirt and folded it she began to mouth the words to a song. When she picked up a stack of folded clothes to put them away she danced across the room instead of walking. Her outfit which consisted of a pair of almost low rise yoga pants and a lycra halter accented each move she made and her brown curls swayed with her body.
"I thought maids wore dresses." Jesse said
The girl startled and then looked over at the bed. "Welcome back to the land of the living." she said as she sat down next to him on the bed. She started to reach for his hand, but quickly put her hands in her lap.
"Yeah, I think it was the overwhelming scent of your perfume." He bit his tongue as he realized how what he had said must have sounded to the girl.
"It doesn't bother you does it?" she asked, her voice full of concern.
"No, it's fine."
The girl relaxed and flashed a bright smile
Damn She's got a pretty smile Jesse thought as he stared at her.
"How are you feeling?" she asked her smile quickly fading
"A little grungy, I can't breathe deeply, and I need something to eat."
"Poor baby, I can give you a new shirt and something to eat, but you'll have to wait for Bren to get back before you can take a shower. I would do it myself, but I don't think I could hold you up if you passed out." the girl said flashing her brilliant smile again
" A new shirt would be a good start"
"O.K. Let me help you sit up."
"Just be careful"
"I will." The petite brunette slowly eased Jesse into a sitting position and then unbuttoned his shirt. As her hands brushed against his skin the pain lessened. It was like a soothing balm had been spread over his aching ribs. She got up to get a clean shirt out of the closet and brought it over to the bed.
"I know this is one of your good silk shirts, but it will feel much cooler against your skin than anything else you have." She carefully helped him pull on the shirt and began to button it up for him.
Jesse caught her hands and stopped her movements. "Your hands have some kind of affect on the pain. I'm hoping you won't mind using what ever power you have to help it lessen."
"Alright, I guess, but don't tell Adam. You know he hates it when I do this"
She closed her hazel eyes and put her hands on his shoulders. The instant her skin touched his the stiffness was gone. She ran her hands along his sides down to his waist. Instantly his breathing became easier. She let her hands linger on his waist for a second and Jesse thought he could see a slight smile cross her face, then she opened her eyes and pulled her hands away.
"How is that?" she asked in a barely audible voice
"A hell of a lot better. I think I may actually be able to live through the day. Now, why doesn't Adam like you to do this?"
"Jess, don't you remember? When I do it, I take the pain from the person. I only feel the pain for a second or so before it's gone, but I do feel it. That time Brennan was shot the pain I absorbed took a lot out of me, and then when I healed Shalimar it nearly killed me. Adam hasn't let me do it since then. Then of course there is the fact that it is not good for my health to be doing this, not with the amount of un-stabilization I'm at."
"Look, I really don't remember much right now. I don't even know what happened to me. All I can remember is going to a club with some girl, I think it was you by the way, and then it all fades to black." He sighed as he realized how short he was being. "I'm sorry. I'm just trying to understand what happened to me."
"You did get a pretty bad hit on the head. We were at the club about six weeks ago. Some GSA agents tried to take us in. You put up a hell of a fight, but one of them managed to keep you from using your powers somehow. They shot down a couple of rafters which fell on you. Fortunately the others showed up and helped me deal with the agents and get you out of there. God, I was so scared that you were dead." She reached up and gently brushed his blonde hair out of his face and then leaned in and softly kissed his forehead. "I don't know what I'd have done if I'd lost you, Jesse."
"Thanks." he answered, not quite sure of what to say to the strange girl. "I have one more question though."
"Alright, but this is the last one I'm answering before you go back to sleep."
"Who are you?"
The girl jumped up and ran out of the room crying and hollering for Brennan.
Meanwhile.
"How much longer is Adam going to be gone?" Brennan asked as Shalimar stepped out of the lab.
"Only another day or two. He's bringing Dr. Rickers back with him too."
"I thought that was the plan all along. Why else did we spend so much time in the lab working on that formula if it wasn't to get Dr. Hottie here for him."
"Brennan!" Shalimar laughed and playfully hit him. "She is pretty, but Adam is after her mind not her body. I don't think he's ever going to consider dating a woman that much younger than him."
"You're probably right." He paused. "Galena's calling for me. I'd better go see what's the matter."
