AN- So this is going to be rated M just because in this chapter there is some pain inflicting not much, but I just want to be on the safe side.

He opened his eyes slowly he could feel pain almost everywhere in his body. He took in a painful deep breath as his eyes began to focus around the room. Her heard voices speaking a language he didn't understand. He couldn't make out much of the room other then what was close to him for it was to dark hardly any light was let into the small room he was in. Trying to sit up proved impossible, whenever he tried to move he felt a sharp pain in his chest, left side and stomach. He groaned as he fell still to avoid pain.

Where was he? The more he tried to figure out where he was he tried to think of where he had been the last time he had been awake, but he couldn't find any answers. The more he tried to probe his mind the more fear began to grip him. All he saw was darkness; he didn't have a single memory of anything, not where he had been, what he had been doing or who he was. What happened?

He heard the sound of a door and turned his head to look, he heard a rough voice speak but he couldn't understand what they said. "What's going on?" he asked as his voice cracked, even speaking hurt. He knew his voice hadn't been strong, it sounded weak it felt weak. The voice repeated the same thing it had said before; when he didn't answer he felt a slap across the face.

"You answer me American." The voice finally said, "When I ask."

"I don't know what you asked." He said full of pain. He felt another fear grip him; he wouldn't be able to answer this man anything because he knew nothing. Maybe he had once known important information but what ever had happened to him he couldn't remember anything, not the accident that left him in all this pain and not anything that brought him to this moment.

"You will be our American spy." The voice said, "If we send you back."

Something seemed to swell up in his chest he didn't know who he was, but something told him he would never betray America, never betray his country. That was his country right? "Never" he crocked out his voice braking.

"Then you will suffer." He voice said again, he felt a sharp stab in his side and knew it was a knife, then another two sets of hands pulled him up off the table and began to his him. He couldn't stand he couldn't defend himself all he felt was pain. He began to lose conscious. He didn't no how long it lasted after a while the pain became unbearable and he fell into darkness.

When he woke up again he was somewhere else he was on what seemed like a poorly made bunk bed. How long had he been out, once again his body seemed on fire with pain he tried to move and found he could this time. He sat up and placed his hand on his side he felt old dried blood. Glancing down he saw he wasn't wearing a shirt and saw he had many half healed cuts and wounds all over his body. What happened? The imagines from the last time he was conscious flew to his mind. They must have continued long after he passed out or he had been so numb by the time he did that he didn't feel them make all these wounds. A man seemed to appear next to him.

"Good." He said in a heavy accent, "your up." The man pulled him up to his feet. "You must join us now, if they know you are here while you can be out working then we will all get punished worse then when you were unconscious."

"Where am I?" he asked

"You are in a prisoner work camp." The other man told him, "By the looks of it you either fought them or they tortured information out of you."

"I gave no information, but they wanted me to be a spy." He told the man, "I don't know why. I don't know how I ended up here or even who I am."

"They did a number on you friend, just keep her head bowed and do what they say, just never betray your country."

"I don't know which country is mine." He answered, "I don't remember, I believe they said American."

The other man gave chuckle, "You sound American." The man paused, "What's your name soldier."

"I don't know."

"Your dog tags what do they say?"

He looked down at the dog tags he wore and carefully ready them, "Daniele Walker"

"Well Danny, I'm Albert." Albert paused at the sound of a whistle.

"That means its time to get back to work, come on I'll show you what to do."

Danny sat up in a cold sweat. The war had been over for a few years now, but he couldn't shake the nightmares of that camp. His only memories of the war. He got up from his bed as he glanced at the clock he saw he had only gotten four hours asleep. That was far more then he usually got. He went downstairs and saw Albert's wife was awake already she turned to see him and gave him a kind smile,

"Hello Danny, what are you doing up so early?" she asked

"I couldn't sleep." He mumbled, "you?"

"It's six am on Christmas morning." She said with a kind soft laugh, "I'm starting the turkey for dinner." She then paused, "Nightmares again?"

"Always." Danny hated talking about his nightmares, but talking to Elizabeth always came easy.

"I'm here to talk." She said placing her hand on his arm.

"I know." He never told her much about his nightmares, only that he had them and that they kept him awake at night.

"This kids should be up in an hour or two, they always get up early Christmas morning. And Albert will be up shortly because knowing them they'll run to wake him up so they can open presents." She told his as he cut up some carrots.

"Yeah." Danny agreed, he wasn't a talker he wondered what he was like before his was captured. "Thanks again."

"For what?" She asked as she looked up from her work.

"Letting me stay with you. I don't know where I would be right now without the two of you."

"You know I'm happy to open my house to you, if it weren't for you my Albert wouldn't have come home, I thought him to be dead and he would have been if you hadn't fought for him." Elizabeth told him, "No thanks is necessary it is I who should thank you."

"He would have done the same for me." Danny told her.

"Danny its just." Elizabeth paused, "I know how happy I was when I opened the door and Albert stood before me, when I realized he was alive it was the happiest moment of my life after believing he was dead." Her voice faded for a moment, but then she began again, "What if you have someone out there someone who thinks your dead."

"Well I lost my dog tags and no ring." Danny told her, "That means I wasn't married and I don't even know where I belong."

"The one time you read them though you found out your name."

"Yes, but I don't remember what my last name was." Danny told her, "I know I read it but Albert and I can't remember what I said it was."

"Don't you think it's worth a try to remember your past thought." She asked him

"I don't think there is a point, it means I would have to go to America." He told her, "and that country is pretty big. I wouldn't know where to start."

"I came from America." She said with a smile, "Your voice is a clue you have a southern accent although it gets less and less its still there." She told him, "So you are from one of the southern states that narrows it down a bit."

"That still is a million to one chance that I had someone, and even less of a chance that if there was someone that they are still waiting." Danny had argued this point many times with Elizabeth, but she seemed hell bent on him remembering his past.

"Mommy!" a little girl's voice yelled excitedly as she ran into the kitchen, "It's Christmas It's Christmas!" She turned to Danny, "Uncle Danny it's Christmas!" she said.

"I heard." Danny said with a smile instantly dropping the conversation he was just having. "Hopefully someone was a good girl all year."

"I was there are lots of presents under the tree I looked and some have my name on it." The little three-year-old girl was bouncing up and down. Danny picked her up, "Well then we better wake your dad so we can start opening them huh?" he asked

"Yes and brother is awake he's standing in his crib waiting to be taken out." The girl told him

"Well lets make a deal when we get upstairs I will put you down and you can go wake your dad and I'll go get your brother and get him ready to come down stairs."

"Ok." The little girl said, but then scrunched her face, "Brother is really stinky right now."

"I'll get him." Elizabeth said putting down her knife. Danny knew she had wanted more time before the kids had gotten up.

"It's alright." Danny said as he walked out of the room, "I'll get him you finish." He didn't wait for Elizabeth to answer before he was gone.

"Hey big guy." Danny said as he entered the one-year-old boy's room. The little boy just reached his arms up to Danny showing him he wanted out. As Danny picked him up the smell hit him, "Your sister wasn't lying you are stinky." Danny told the boy causing the child to laugh. It didn't take Danny long to change the boy and put him in a set of clothing. He walked out of the room the child in his arms and laughed as he saw Albert being dragged down the stairs half away by his daughter. He simply followed the two with a chuckle to himself.

An hour later the living room was filled with wrapping paper everywhere and the kids playing with new toys. Danny sat on a couch watching the family both mother and father were helping the two children setting up toys and figuring out how others worked. Danny felt a bit of sadness his him, was there a time he had this to? 'You're going to be a father' a voice rang out in his mind. He shook his head, time to time it seemed he hear things echo through his mind, but he never told anyone he feared that it could mean his was slowly losing the little bit of mind he had.

"Thanks again." Danny said smiling over at Elizabeth and Albert.

"Danny you have been there for us all these years so now we are going to be there for you." Elizabeth told him

"Yes." Albert told him, "After all I always told Lizzy I would move to America."

"Yes and finally we have that chance." She told him, "Although how we are going to afford a place in the City I don't know."

"We aren't going to the City." Danny told her, "We are going to Tennessee."

"The country?" she asked wrinkling her noise. "I know I said you were a southern guy, but I'm a New York girl."

"Love." Albert said, "It's Danny's time if he thinks he will find answers in Tennessee then we go to Tennessee."

"You guys don't need to go the same place I go." he told them, "I promise if you want to go off and have a normal family I won't take offence I'm actually surprised you put up with me for so long."

"We will never tire of you Danny you are part of our family." Elizabeth said.

"And you need us now more then ever." Albert added.

"So it's off to Tennessee we go." Elizabeth said with an almost positive smile.

"The owner of this house died a few years back and his only son died in the war." The woman told him, "And you can get it real cheap."

"I don't know what I'd do with a whole farm and this huge house." Danny told her, "It's just me."

"You can't beat the deal on this place, what if you meet your special someone and want to start a family?" the lady asked

Danny sighed he doubted he would find his special someone after all who would want someone like him? Someone who didn't know who he was? Or someone that couldn't sleep more then a handful of hours at night? "Why is it so cheap?"

"Well." The lady said as she looked away, "I told you the old man that owned the place died, well he died in the house and no one knew for some time."

"Someone died in this place?" he asked

"Yes, and well they didn't find him until two months later." The woman told him.

"With his son gone he had no friends and no family, he wasn't the kindest man he fought in the first world war and it just seemed to get to him he was never the same after he came back."

Danny looked at the woman as he listened, it sounded like the last owner was a lot like him. "I'll take it then." He told her

"Good the Walker farm is now yours." She said with a smile.

"Walker?"

"Yes." The woman told him, "The Walker family has owned this place for years it's a pity that its no longer in the family, but now it's yours and you can bring up a family here and pass it down now."

"Yeah." He said half paying attention as he looked around the room they were in. Walker. It sounded so familiar and this place it seemed like he had been here before. Could he have known the Walker family? He shook his head and followed the woman out to fill out paper work.

AN-ok I know there are many plot holes but just ignore the fact people in town would recognize him and stuff like that. This idea just came to me not sure if I'm going to continue or not.