A/N: Mmm, this originated with an overtired idiot falling in love with a story. So I've twisted it around and fiddled with the idea I have become addicted to, bechloe style.

"They can take you back, Rebecca. They'll give you a second chance, they'll let you relive your life... all the way from the very beginning. Change one thing, fulfill one wish. Are you sure?

You know what you'd wish for, don't you?

But just remember... it will be the last thing you ever do."

"Ugh, why didn't we stop for coffee on the way here, Bree?" Chloe complained, the persons report now laying ignored in her lap. "You do know we're probably going to be pulling an all-nighter. Coffee would have been a beautiful idea." She then opted to rest her head on the passenger window, shutting her eyes. Chloe could practically smell the espresso she craved.

Dr. Beale and Dr. Posen had gotten the job call already well into the evening, the two having to rush out to their destination. Unfortunately, with a job like this the hours tended to be more on the insane side.

Death won't wait for you to take a ten minute nap.

The two doctors were employed with Synston Co. which was a leading company in the medical field and its technological advancements. Their most recent breakthrough being the permanent recreation of memories, such that a patient could request attempts to alter their mind, and wake up with memories of things that actually didn't happen. Aubrey and Chloe managed to tag a spot in the program during its "Alpha phase," a huge accomplishment for two young women who had barely worked at the company before the project's start up.

Being in its alpha stages the process was known to very few, only those who had connections had heard of the project, and connections usually meant having money. A lot of money.

Stynson Co. may have developed a way in which doctors could alter memories permanently, but not everybody is cut out of for operating the equipment. More often than not it takes a huge toll on the doctors performing it. The problem was, it took an even bigger toll on the patient.

Since the memories are permanent, the conflict between the fabricated memories and the existing ones clash in such a way that it ceases the person's ability to properly function.

Creating a new memory is not as simple as pressing a button.

Aubrey sighed, "Yes, it probably would have been a good idea but we're already running late and," she glanced over at the other girl, "we have the company's ima- Chloe! You're not even doing what I asked!"

"But I'm tired," Chloe whined, reluctantly sitting back up straight. "This file doesn't even say anything about her, it only gives her name, height, eye colour... y'know stuff like that. Not even her age is in here. It doesn't have any information we'll need." Chloe smiled and nudge the girl driving, "C'mon, we're the best of the best anyway, Bree!"

The blonde opened her mouth to argue, but stopped when she noticed they had finally arrived. "Fine Chlo, we're here anyway," she said, pulling into the large driveway in front of them, "let's just hurry. I'll grab the equipment and you grab all the files." Aubrey swiftly got out of the car and went around to the back, grabbing the required machinery out and hastily slamming the trunk shut.

The patient had requested a house visit, already having moved from the hospital to their home in preparation for the two doctors showing up.

Both Chloe and Aubrey were now waiting at the door, Chloe admiring the extravagance of the house. Her eyes darted from fixture to fixture, admiring the elegance of the architecture in front of her.

Finally the front door swung open, greeting them with the sight of a brightly lit foyer along young woman in medical attire. "Hi, you two must be from Stynson, right? You can call me Cynthia Rose, I'm from the local hospital here in charge with monitoring the patient's current condition."

"Yes, I'm Dr. Posen and this is my partner, Dr. Beale. We're the specialists Stynson Co. has sent tonight." Aubrey gave the foyer a quick look around and pursed her lips together. "So, where might our patient be? We need to start setting up the equipment pronto. Looks like this place can handle a lot of power being used, seeing as there are so many lights left on wasting energy anyway, so I don't think we'll be needing to head back for that generator," she finished, directing the side note to her partner.

"Ah... um right well," the other doctor shifted uncomfortably from Aubrey's comment, "we've set up in the patient's bedroom. Right now we're working hard to keep her stable, at this point she's not conscious so I hope that doesn't affect the process. The bedroom is just up this flight of stairs, follow me then." Cynthia rose then turned, leading the doctors to where the patient was waiting for them, not checking to see if they followed.

Aubrey and Chloe looked at each other before the blonde nodded and began to follow the woman.

"Nice house," Aubrey noted as she stepped through the doorway. "What is our patient's name again?" she said, turning to Chloe.

Chloe closed the door and pulled out the folder from under her arm, flipping it open to the first page.

"Rebecca Mitchell."