Better Left Forgot

(AN: Seamus is not always going to be as intense as he is in this first chapter. You have to remember he has been harboring his hate and regrets for eight years and they are in the middle of a fight. And also remember these are his thought in here and at times people's thoughts are very irrational: especially if you're Irish.)

Things were going quite well for Seamus. Ok at the moment he was hanging off the side of the roof with a sword in his hand but he hadn't fallen and that was the high point of his situation. He had stabbed the freaky guy's sword into the side of the building as he was kicked off the side. Now that he thought about it why the bloody hell did that pale Willard look-a- like come rushing in anyway? Wrenching one arm over the side of the wall he pulled himself over the edge.

Seamus actually froze in surprise. Less than a foot away from him The Freak was kissing Helen. Like a 'stop-the-show-people-are-making-out- moment'. Where the bloody hell did that shit come from?! Last time he checked they were in a fight. At that moment Helen let out a scream and pulled back from The Freak. Seamus's hands tightened involuntarily into fists. He looked down to find the sword still in his hands. A wicked grin broke across his face.

'Hell why not? He hadn't stabbed anyone in a while.' Seamus thought flipping the sword over in his hand. 'Enough of this weirdness.' Looking up Seamus noticed that the two had pulled apart and The Freak was muttering something. In one quick twist Seamus dove the sword in the area of The Freak's heart. Instantly Seamus heard Helen's scream; slightly surprising cause Seamus had been expecting some sore of noise from The Freak. But the second he heard her scream he liked hearing that one more. Her scream was filled with utter despair, pain, and loss that Seamus had been feeling for EIGHT FREAKING YEARS!

Maybe it was the sword or maybe it was all his memories of the high school Helen but either way he couldn't resist.

"Mind if I cut in Helen?" His words seemed to sink right into her. She was listening to him like she had never listened to anyone in her life. And his words sent pure fear into her eyes. In her stilled moment of weakness Seamus launched at her picking her right off her feet. She was weightless too him; so completely so that it was nothing for him to toss her straight off the side of the building. He only underestimated how FAR he could throw her. Apparently she was light enough fly right into the gigantic 'E' that she had dropped off of earlier. Which brought to mind the question:

'Why did he drop the shotgun to catch her when she fell off the sign?'

At the moment he couldn't be bothered with these thoughts. He was where he wanted to be for eight years. Everything he had been feeling and wanting and needing was finally coming to an end. And it would end with Helen. He really couldn't take her being in the world not after his had been stolen from him. Things had to end now.

Jumping on to the metal 'E' Seamus whipped out Helen's own lighter. And Helen was still hanging on; poor stupid girl. Bending down over her he light the lighter and without his knowing really why he started laughing. It was an amused evil laugh that Seamus really didn't know where was coming from. But with each laugh he was releasing some inner weight that he never could get rid of. And it just felt so good to be living again.

Not that Helen really had that opinion.

Seamus held the lighter a breath away form her fingers letting the heat and licking of the flames forcing her to let go of her metallic lifeline. His eyes were focused on her hands watching for that instant of release. But just inside his rang of vision he could see her eyes. She was fighting the pain trying to hold on. She didn't want to fall and in some strange remote part of her eyes she was asking him to stop.

"Seamus..." Helen whispered. Seamus pulled the lighter away for an instant and looked at her, really looked at her. It was the same face, same eyes, he had fallen in love with so long ago. And at that moment he would have given anything for them to go back in time. Anything to have Helen back, not this knew toughened Dylan, but his Helen.

"I loved you Helen, and you destroyed me." Seamus said bitterly. In that moment Seamus jabbed the lighter back at her hands. And in that same moment Helen let go. Seamus was frozen in place watching as she grew smaller and farther away from him until...

He looked away as fast as he could. He could have sworn he heard the impact but that was impossible. But was she there? Did she really just die at his hands? Was everything he had been hoping for and dreading all this time done? Was the last person he had ever truly loved dead?

He had to know.

Seamus jumped off the E jarring it from its place. Almost the second his foot was off the letter it fell. Seamus continued running for the stairs fighting even as every fiber of his being to not run back to the edge to look. He grabbed two of his mates and punched through the doors at top speed. All he could think of was Helen crushed under the weight of that E. Her blood seeping from her head her, eyes open staring blankly into space.

Seamus was half way down the building before he heard the explosion. The whole building rocked under his feet to miss a few of the steps. Seamus was on his feet the first, not missing a beat. He didn't care if the entire world fell down around him as long as he made sure Helen was dead.

A few minutes later Seamus was down the stairs and out the front door of the theater. There was a large crowed gather around the front of the building. It took two seconds to realize that there were cops in the crowd. Seamus and his mates intently slowed down. Seamus slipped into the crowd of people trying to get to the side of the theater. As he worked his way as fast as possible he noticed that the crowd was getting thicker.

When Seamus reached the alley he saw why. The roof was on fire and there was a fire truck and ambulance blocking the alleyway. Cops were swarming all over the place. Seamus was blown away. 'How the bloody hell did they get here so fast?' Then it hit him, there was a FBI bust going on and high profile movie premiere going on, of coarse there was going to be extra cops around. Seamus snagged the sleeve of the nearest bystander.

"What's going on?" Seamus demanded.

"Someone set a bomb off on the roof. The explosion sent people flying everywhere. If it hadn't been for all the cops in the area they would have been to late." The man motioned vaguely towards the alleyway. Seamus's head snapped around.

Helen was alive. She had been strapped onto a gurney and was headed toward the ambulance. Her eyes were closed, her hair bloody, and she wasn't moving. He wasn't fooled though, if they medical people were moving her into the van without a sheet over her head she was alive. Seamus was beyond livid. He couldn't even finish the job with so many police around. He checked the name on the ambulance.

"Come on boyo were going to St. Ann Marmoreal." Seamus muttered.

1 hour later

Seamus and two of his mates stood waiting in the emergency room of St. Ann Marmoreal. They weren't waiting out of concern but waiting for the right moment to strike. While the police didn't know enough about what was going on to place a guard at her door but there was still doctors running in and out of the room. There was also an uniformed cop waiting down the hall for her statement. Seamus was having a hard time thinking of a way to get to Helen before she spoke to the police. He didn't want to make that mistake again.

Seamus narrowed his eyes as the doctor came out into Helen's room. He motioned to the police officer. The cop got up and motioned to the room. The doctor shook his head and talked a bit more with the cop. The officer nodded flipped closed his little notebook and he and the doctor walked away towards the cafeteria. Seamus frowned.

"Ok lets go." Seamus said heading for her room. "Stay outside while I do this. If anyone comes by say you're family." And with that he pushed inside.

The shades were open and the lights were dimmed so the brightest light can from under the bathroom door. Seamus stopped to listening to see if anyone was in there. Not hearing anything he moved closer to the bed. His whole body was tense but determined. Taking a deep breath through his nose he grabbed hold of the bedside curtain.

"Seamus!"

Seamus spun around so fast he almost fell. He instantly tensed into a fighting stance at the sound of Helen's voice. And sure enough it was her standing in the silhouetted in the bathroom doorway.

"Oh thank god it is you!" She ran across the room and threw her arms around his neck. Seamus was frozen solid with shock. "I don't now what's going on." She sobbed into his neck.

"Neither do I." Seamus said still completely dumbfounded.

"I went to sleep last night and I woke up here. Everything is so different, I mean LOOK AT ME!" She pulled away and Seamus could see tears in her eyes. Her long red hair had been washed and a perfectly white bandage was wrapped around her head.

"What happened to your hair?" She asked a looked of confusion on her face. Seamus looked long and hard at her. Very slowly Seamus reached behind for the clipboard hanging on the end of the hospital bed. Without taking his eyes off Helen he pulled the board in front him. With one longer look at her he looked down.

Three words stood out to Seamus in big bold glowing letters.

Helen Zzas....

...Amnesia.

(AN: Just to let new readers now I base the past of all Seamus and Helen stories on the other story I'm writing right now. It's called When Seamus met Helen. I'll try not to give away to many past incidents till they happen in the other story. Anyway tell me if you want me to keep writing on this story or not. I have like 4 other stories I'm writing so the story with the most reviews per chapter is the one I'll work on. So get cracking.)