Hi everyone I'm back! Finally, after much editing and writing, I finally finished this. Yes, I know this is shorter than my one-shots but I didn't want to make it too long since it's only the prologue. I don't know if this plot has been used before but hopefully it has enough originality to keep you guys interested and guessing. This is my first attempt at a multi-chaptered story so go easy on me! I'm still looking for a beta-reader so I apologize for any mistakes that I'm sure are here. I tried to edit it to the best of my abilities but it's quite difficult for me to catch my own mistakes. Without further adieu, here's "Forget Me Not."


Genre: Drama/Romance/Mystery
Ships: Mainly Quogan mixed in with some Choey and minor Vola and Misa.
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101 or anything related to it. The show and its characters belong to Dan Schneider and Nickelodeon. The only thing I DO own is this story, the plot, and any characters I make up along the way (i.e. Rachel Sinclair).
Summary: The gang's back at PCA for senior year. Everything seems to be normal: the girls still live in room 101, Lola is still dating Vince, Lisa is still Michael's 'Lil Lisa', and Chase is still as clumsy and as in love with Zoey as he was last year. Everything's how it was last year... except when Logan shows up with a new girlfriend. Everyone at PCA is shocked; especially Quinn who is left confused and hurt. How can Logan have a new girlfriend when he never broke up with her? To make matters worse, he has no memory of ever dating her in the first place. An old friend returns, a secret plot is revealed, and the gang discovers the real reason why Logan has no memory of dating Quinn. This is going to be one hectic senior year.


Prologue

-Quogan is love-

"Mmhm…yeah," the living room filled with applause as Lisa finished the note, ending the song beautifully. She was accustomed to singing in front of many people but couldn't help the small tint of red that made its way to her cheeks. No matter how many times they complimented her singing, she couldn't help but blush cutely and smile humbly in return. These people were Michael's family and close relatives after all. Once the noise died down, everyone turned their attention back to the screen, awaiting Lisa's score. The number ninety eight flashed on the screen along with the words 'what an excellent singer!' below it and the crowd erupted into another round of applause.

"That's my Lil Lisa!" Michael draped an arm around her petite form, a proud smile on his face, and pulled her into a warm hug. "That was drippin'! Even though you didn't beat my high score of ninety nine, I still loved it. Thanks."

Rolling her eyes, Lisa wrapped her arms around his torso and returned the hug. Since it was his birthday, she'd let that comment go. Just this once.

"Okay, who's next?" Michael spoke through the wireless microphone as his eyes surveyed the room, looking for someone who hadn't sung yet. His parents, grandparents, closest uncles and aunts, closest friends, and even some of his older cousins, all of them were sitting before him. This was probably the biggest, and the best, birthday party celebration he ever had. Seeing movement in the corner of his eye, he turned and saw Lola stand up from her seat on Vince's lap. Lola, being one of the first of his friends to arrive, already sang a song for him but a certain football playing boyfriend of hers still had yet to. Michael's lips twisted into a devilish smirk – one very similar to that of Logan Reese – as he locked eyes with Vince. "Vince…" he said in a sing-song voice, "you're up my man!"

Out of their group, Vince was the only guy who had been able to attend his party. Chase was still blissfully soaking up the sun with Zoey in Hawaii and Logan was… well, Michael wasn't sure. He had been trying to contact him ever since last week but no answer. He even tried mailing him an invitation and sending him an e-mail but he never replied to either. What happened to him? 'Knowing Logan, he probably got grounded for buying a new yacht or something.'

Vince gulped as he heard Michael call out his name, his eyes growing wide. Oh no. He frantically looked around behind him, clinging onto the small hope that there was another guy named Vince at the party, who just happened to be sitting in the same area he was in. That was possible; there were many people at this party… No such luck. Apparently, he was the only Vince and the only one sitting against the wall on that side of the backyard. Darn it. Why had Lola insisted in sitting away from the crowd?

Vince gave no indication that he was planning to get up anytime soon. "Vince, c'mon! Don't be a baby, Mr. Star-Quarterback!" Michael said with a laugh, seeing Vince shake his head with a nervous smile. He had never seen Vince look so uneasy before. It was quite amusing. He was PCA's star quarterback! He could endure bone crushing tackles from guys twice his size yet he couldn't handle singing one karaoke song for a friend? Well, Michael would fix that. Releasing Lisa, Michael jumped off the makeshift stage that they had built the night before, and began to make his way over to his team captain.

"No, Michael, I-I don't – I really can't-" Vince tried to protest, but Michael wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. It was his birthday after all. Today, whoever he wanted to sing for him would sing for him! The crowd cheered, trying to ease the teen's anxiety and show him that karaoke was not as bad as it seemed.

"See! They want to hear you sing!" Michael said, encouragingly patting Vince's back.

"Uh, that's very kind of you all but seriously, I can't-"

"No excuses, man! It's my birthday and everyone here has to sing a song for me!" Michael replied, happily pulling Vince to his feet and dragging him, against his will, over to the stage.

'If I had known about that requirement beforehand,' Vince thought ruefully, 'I would have just dropped Lola and Quinn off.' Speaking of Lola, where was she when you needed her? The only thing she said before she left his side was that she would be back. Where had she gone off to-?

Wait a minute… that was it!

"Lola!" Vince exclaimed all of a sudden, causing Michael to stop in his tracks and loosen his hold on him. Whether Lola heard her boyfriend's cry or not was unknown, but Quinn – who had been standing in the corner a moment ago – did but chose to completely ignore it, too busy trying to listen to the voice on her cell phone.

"I'm sorry, but the number you are trying to reach has been-"

"Ugh, I know, I know!" Quinn growled in frustration, flipping her phone closed for the fifth time that day. For the past hour she had been trying to call Logan but was always answered with the same automated response. The first three times she called his voicemail picked up but after the fourth call, all she kept getting was that annoying message telling her that the number she was trying to dial was no longer in service. What was going on? They hadn't spoken for over a week and Quinn was starting to feel concerned. Ever since summer break started two months ago, Logan had called and sent text messages practically everyday but ever since last week it all had stopped. For the first couple days, Quinn didn't worry much about it but when the fourth day rolled by, anxiety began to seep into her heart.

"Logan," Quinn whispered to herself, staring at his smiling face in her cell phone with worry, "where are you?"

.

Beep beep beep beep

Once the darkness in his mind began to dissipate, clear steady beeps were the first sounds he could make out in that deafly silent room. Slowly he began to stir, trying to sit up, but abruptly stopped his movements once a sharp pain shot up through his body. With eyes still shut tightly, he grimaced in pain then furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, wondering why his body was aching in the first place. Had be gotten hurt before blacking out? He couldn't remember anything of the sort happening. With a slight groan, brown eyes fluttered open to a blurred white scene. It wasn't long until the blank white sheets of the bed and the pale blue drapes that hung next to a small metal cart started to become clearer.

'Where am I?' he wondered, trying to clear his head of the fog that had settled in.

The room wasn't any place he recognized but judging from the pale whiteness of the walls and bed sheets; the small beeping machine on the right side of the bed; the small television hanging on the ceiling a few feet away from him; the many bandages wrapped around his frame; and the needle from the I.V. fluid inserted in his arm, he was certain that he was in a hospital. A small feeling of panic began to settle into the pit of his stomach and grow along with that realization. He may have not known why he was there and how he got there to begin with, but he knew for sure that he wasn't fond of hospitals at all.

Unable to turn his head any further than a few inches due to the bandages around his head and the neck brace, the young teen glanced over to the bedside cabinet on the left side of his bed. It was piled with flower vases and get well cards, all the way from the floor to the top. He began to relax a little. At least people knew he was in there and were concerned for him. Now that he was somewhat familiar with his surroundings, he decided it was time to examine himself and how badly injured he really was. Mindful of the I.V. needle inserted in the junction of his right arm, he carefully attempted to sit upright but stopped once he heard the door open.

A man dressed in a blue collared shirt and slacks stepped into the room, quietly shut the door behind him, and turned to meet similar but youthful brown eyes. The initial solemn expression the man wore immediately changed at the sight before him, his eyes brightening up instantly and a small smile on his cleanly shaved face.

"Logan," he said with relief as he rushed over to the bed. He had to hold himself back from hugging the boy on the spot; he was still healing after all. Instead, he reached over and held Logan's uninjured hand firmly in his. His mouth remained agape, filled with so many jumbled words, unable to decide what to say next. It wasn't like him, a prominent television and movie producer, to be speechless. Then again, who could blame him? He was just so happy that is only son was alive.

Logan looked up at the strange man as he released his hand to pull a chair over to the bed, confusion filling his eyes. Did he know this man? From the looks of it, he certainly knew him but the question was: how? Logan shut his eyes for a moment, trying to remember anything that could help him figure out who this man was. Everything was still a blur but even so – Logan couldn't explain it – he felt some sort of connection to him. It was like he knew this man his entire life.

"I'm glad you're finally awake," Malcolm Reese said after taking a moment to recollect his thoughts. "You had me worried there."

"Who-" Logan began, his voice coming out hoarse from not using it in a while. Before he could even ask, Malcolm had already poured him a glass of water and held it before him. Logan took it and drank greedily. He hadn't even noticed how thirsty he was until the refreshing coolness of the liquid touched his lips. Once he finished he tried speaking again, this time coming out more clearly.

"Who are you?"

The relieved smile on Malcolm's face immediately disappeared, eyes widening from disbelief, heart skipping a beat. It took his brain a moment to get over the initial shock and process what his son just asked him.

"You…" he gulped, throat suddenly dry, head beginning to spin a little. "Logan, you… don't remember me?"

Logan shook his head.

.

"Quinn?" Lola's voice echoed inside the bathroom as she turned on the lights and scanned the room. No sign of Quinn. She sighed, beginning to feel frustrated as she switched off the lights. Everyone was gathering in the living room to watch Michael blow out his candles and cut the cake but Quinn was nowhere to be found. She couldn't have left, could she? No, that was impossible. Vince drove both of them over there and he was still inside the house. 'Hm… not unless she knows how to hotwire a car…' Lola paused at the thought. 'No, that's ridiculous,' she scoffed and shook her head at her wild imagination. Quinn wouldn't do that, even if she knew how to do it. Which, Lola was sure, she knew how to.

"Ugh, where did she-"

Just as she was about to make her way back into the living room, her peripheral vision caught sight of a figure sitting outside. Aha! Lola could almost hit herself. Why didn't she think about checking the front of the house? Shaking her head, Lola strode over to the brunette sitting on the front steps of the Barret residence, wondering why she secluded herself away from the party.

"Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you," Lola said with a smile, sitting down on the same step as her best friend, drawing her knees to her chest.

Quinn didn't budge or make a sound. Usually when Quinn became like this, which was a rare occasion, Lola and Zoey knew that it was best to leave her alone until she was ready to talk to them. She would isolate herself in the library, the chemistry lab, or even the beach, just to think things through then would come and talk to them afterwards when she felt better. This time, however, was different. Lola didn't even have to ask; she already had an idea of how her best friend felt right now.

Noticing the cell phone in Quinn's hands, the smile on her face almost instantly fell to a sad grin. "Did he answer?"

Eyes still glued to the floor, Quinn silently shook her head in the negative. She really wanted to try calling again; maybe she just dialed the wrong number? Maybe she needed to get her eyes checked; she could have misread the key pad and pressed '9' instead of '6'? Maybe her phone, for some strange reason, accidentally changed his number and automatically saved it without her knowing? No matter how absurd these ideas were, Quinn really wanted one of them to be the reason why she couldn't reach Logan, the reason why his number was no longer in service. He wouldn't have changed his number without telling her… would he?

'No, he wouldn't do that,' she mentally berated herself. How could she even think such things? There was no reason for him to do that to her. He would have told her if he was planning to change his number.

Lola couldn't stand seeing Quinn like this; it just didn't suit her quirky but loveable personality. Scooting a little bit closer, she placed a comforting hand on her distraught friend's shoulder.

"Quinn, don't worry too much about it," she spoke softly, trying her best to comfort her friend. Even though she couldn't stand Logan and still found their relationship strange, Lola knew that he made Quinn happy. As long as Quinn was happy, she was happy. "You know how much of an idiot Logan is," at this Quinn sent her a slight glare, but Lola chose to ignore it. "He probably got in trouble with his dad again for buying an island or something without his permission and he couldn't tell you about it before his cell phone was taken away," Lola said with a chuckle, only half joking. Hey, it wasn't completely impossible, knowing how Logan was with his father's money. Her smile grew even more when she heard Quinn let out a small laugh.

For the first time ever since their conversation began, Quinn met Lola's eyes, a small grateful smile on her face. "Thanks for trying to cheer me up, Lola." But as she fiddled with her cell phone in her hands, Quinn's smile dropped slightly, unable to shake the uneasy feeling in her stomach. "But I still can't shake the feeling that something's not right."

Lola gave her a sympathetic smile. She may have never been in this kind of situation but if she imagined being in Quinn's place, she figured that she probably would be acting the same way.

"Just relax okay? I'm sure Logan is doing fine," she said reassuringly. "He's probably going nuts not being able to talk to you," Quinn couldn't help the laugh the escaped her mouth at this, "but I'm sure he's doing fine none the less."

Both girls smiled at each other before sharing a warm hug. Even though Quinn knew that all her feelings of apprehension wouldn't permanently disappear until she spoke to Logan herself and made sure that he truly was okay, (after zapping him a few times with her zap watch for making her worry about him in the first place) she was glad that she had Lola there to keep her sane.

"Now," Lola began, once they parted, "why don't we go inside so Michael can finally cut the cake, hm? I heard its double chocolate fudge!"

Quinn laughed softly at her friend's excitement, standing up with her as Lola offered her a hand to help her up.

"You and your chocolate addiction."

Lola was all smiles as she replied cheerfully, "but you know you love me anyway!"

Once Quinn tucked her cell phone away into her jeans, she linked arms with Lola and both girls made their way inside, back into the festivities.

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She really hoped this worked.

Running her hands through her silky straight brown hair one more time, she waited anxiously for the ding of the elevator to sound. It didn't take very long. Her metallic purse swung underneath her arm as she quickly stepped out of the elevator and around the corner, taking long confident steps with her head held high. She had expected the hallways to be filled with noises of doctors and nurses, busily attending to patient after patient, but the only sounds she could hear were indistinct murmurs coming from the women behind the main desk and the rhythmic tapping of her heels on the linoleum floor. Taking another turn, she finally found her destination: room 410.

'Logan Reese,' despite the raging butterflies in her stomach and the pounding of her heart on her ribcage, the mere thought of that name immediately brought a smile to her face.

"Here goes," she whispered to herself, turning the metal door knob.


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Always, Mina