I was just watching TV and an ad came up saying "She'll forget who you are" or something along those lines and BAM, I got this idea. I sat there thinking of a plot for 10 minutes and I have a hefty amount of ideas for this now, so please, sit back, shut up, and enjoy.

"Next time you should watch where you're going!" Lola seethed, crushed that her milkshake had been bumped from her clumsy fingers and sent slopping to the floor. The black shirted stage worker apologised profusely and scurried away to get a towel to clean the mess with. The weight of the glare on his back didn't lift until he was out of Lola's sight, who was now beyond annoyed. She spared her spilt milkshake one tearful glance, but found it too hard to look at so she averted her eyes to the girl ending her show. With one last big thank you, Hannah Montana waved to her fans, creating even more of an uproar as she jogged from the stage. Lola smiled at the approaching girl, who returned it brightly. Lola stepped away from the wing of the stage, giving her friend room to get past, not aware of the light splashing noise beneath her due to all the sound Hannah's fans were making. It was dark in the wings compared to the bright stage, so Hannah didn't notice the pink liquid staining the floor.

"Hannah, watch out for that-" Too late. Hannah's shoe met the milkshake and her foot slipped up, her arms flailing to keep her balanced, but she had already lost it as she fell back. Her backside hit the floor with a slosh, her back followed and then her head. Her landing was far from gentle. The impact was loud and rung through the silent terror that hung for a moment, before everyone started to move.

"See if she's conscious!"

"Someone call the ambulance! She's bleeding!"

"I've got a towel!"

These were things that flew by Lola as she was pushed back from her friend, the distance slowly forming matching her mind as it sunk away from reality. She just couldn't believe that Hannah had just cracked her head open.

Miley Stewart lay in a hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around her head and with stitches embedded in the back of her skull. Her best friend Lilly Truscott clung to her hand and watched for any sign of awakening. The machines at her side beeped noisily in the quite room, but it was comforting, listening to the healthy beats of Miley's heart. She was alive, that's what mattered most to Lilly, so the sounds were soothing in a way. The men sitting in the two chairs behind Lilly were just as worried as she was for Miley. Miley's dad, Robbie, was gazing intently at the heart monitor and her brother Jackson played with a loose string on his shirt.

The beeping picked up speed and Miley's form shifted, the three other occupants in the room leaning forward in anticipation. It was as if they'd been waiting days for Miley to wake up, but it had really only been an hour or so. But the frustration and complications that arose at the concert once Miley had fallen were straining and made time feel so much more gruelling and sluggish. Robbie had to sway the backstage crew to not call the ambulance. He couldn't risk them pulling off Miley's wig and revealing her to everyone. He had to pick her up and carry her to the stretch limo, kicking out everyone except for Lola, who ripped her purple wig off once inside the car to ease her sudden headache brought on by all the shouting and the stress of seeing her friend bloodied and knocked out.

"She's waking up!" Lilly alerted excitedly, leaning over Miley's fluttering eyes. The mixture of blue and green had never been as beautiful to Lilly as it was now. She would never get sick of the eyes she thought she may have not been able to see again. "I'm so sorry Miley; it's all my fault you fell. Are you okay? Does your head hurt?" Lilly interrogated, her regret and happiness of seeing Miley awake combining and making her tongue fumble due to the conflict in her brain.

"Give her some air, Lilly!" Robbie said, pulling her away from Miley, who had a very perplexed expression in place. Lilly smiled apologetically and allowed Robbie to softly ask if Miley was feeling any better. The girl in question just blinked and glanced around the room.

"You're in the hospital Bud. You hit your head pretty hard, but the doctor said you'll be fine," Robbie enlightened, assuming Miley was unsure of where she was which would explain her silence and lost appearance.

"Oh... Um, well thanks for telling me that, doctor...?" she waited for a name to be provided.

"Doctor? Miley what are you talking about?" Robbie raised an eyebrow, utterly confused by his daughter's words.

"Who's Miley?"

"Oh my God!" Lilly squeaked, sharing a frightened look with Robbie as Miley sat there innocently. "Mr S, if Miley doesn't know who she is... Do you think she forgot us too?" Her reaction to Robbie was a big hint towards this theory.

"What do you mean forgot? I haven't even met you before," Miley said, shaking her head at Lilly. A light chuckle broke the tension and they faced Jackson, who was still sitting in his chair with a smile on his face.

"Good one Miles, but that's the oldest trick in the book. I've done it before, remember?" Jackson rolled his eyes at Miley, seeing through her game with the vision of a pro prankster.

"Okay you people are getting a bit weird. Could you leave if you're not going to tell me who you are?" Miley said, now bothered by the girl and man staring at her.

"Miles, I'm your father," Robbie said, reaching for Miley with a concerned hand to raise her chin so she'd meet his eyes. She slapped his hand away weakly.

"No you're not. I don't know who you are."

"Well what do you know?"

"Um... Well... My head is kind of fuzzy right now, but... Well I don't know you that's for sure!" she declared stubbornly, crossing her arms.

"You must remember me, Miley! You couldn't forget your best friend," Lilly said with certainty as Robbie let her go next to Miley and hold her hand to get her attention. Miley scowled and met Lilly's gaze, her features softening once she saw Lilly's pleading eyes and slightly pouting lips.

"I'm sorry; I have no idea who you are." Miley sighed, her head drooping as she raked her mind for answers about the identities of the strangers in her hospital room. She couldn't remember how she got to the hospital or what had happened, so maybe she really had forgotten a few things. Her head was close to being empty. Everything had a dark haze coating it and when she tried to get through, she just got pushed back as if there was a force field around it.

"Well, look at me Miley! Look hard!" Lilly leant in, needy and desperate. Lilly didn't want to be forgotten. Miley did as she was told, but she showed no sign of recognition as she scanned over Lilly's face, who hated how Miley seemed cautious about their touching fingers. She really did look as if she were staring at a stranger. Lilly sighed in defeat and glimpsed at Robbie, his face matching hers. They didn't know what to do.

"This is just like when Jackson faked his amnesia basically. We need to show her familiar things and hope she'll regain fragments of her memory," Robbie said as Lilly walked into the house with Miley attached to her hand and a very distraught Jackson tagging behind them. The doctor's serious discussion with Robbie about Miley and Lilly's frantic babbles about things they'd done in the past together finally convinced the boy Miley wasn't kidding around. She really did have amnesia.

"Okay! I'll take Miss Forgets-a-lot to her room and show her some Hannah stuff and whatever else is in there," Lilly announced as Miley shot her an unamused glare for the nickname she'd been given. The girls climbed the staircase and Lilly thrust Miley's door open, giving her entrance to the tidy habitat. "Feeling the homey vibes yet, Miles?" Lilly asked as she went towards Hannah's secret closet.

"Not really, but I do feel like I've been here." Miley went after Lilly and her eyes widened as she saw all of the clothing, shoes, and accessories dominating the many shelves and clothes racks. "Holy... This is all mine?!"

"Yep. When you're Hannah, you deck yourself out in this sparkly stuff, but you never wear any of it as Miley."

"It's still weird to me how I'd keep two separate lives."

"Well, I thought that at first, but you said yourself that sometimes you like to just be an average girl and if you were Hannah all the time, that wouldn't happen," Lilly said with a shrug, flipping a switch that lit up yet another row of shoes.

"Why not be Miley all the time then?" Miley wondered, not understanding her own decisions.

"It's so weird having to tell you things that you remind me of like every week," Lilly muttered. "Okay, uh..." Lilly tapped her chin thoughtfully, going over the many lectures that Miley had given her at times when Lilly questioned her continued need for two identities. "You wouldn't want to be just Miley because you still love being free on stage and entertaining thousands of people. Oh! And the parties. You love the parties and you love taking me with you to them." That wasn't true. Miley was sometimes reluctant on bringing Lilly along depending on who would be at the party, knowing if it was someone Lilly admired, she'd follow them around all night and ask for outrageous autographs in inappropriate places. But right now, Miley didn't need to know that.

"Wow. That's some life I have. How could I forget something like that?" Miley slapped the palm of her hand against her forehead, hoping that maybe it would shake loose some of the mist tainting her mind, but it only made the stitched wound on the back of her head sting.

"It's okay, Miley. You'll remember soon enough." As her fingers brushed over Miley's spare blonde wig, Lilly thought of something that might work. She grabbed Miley's arm and pulled the confused girl into her room again. Lilly led her to her desk, which had a stereo sitting on it and the shelves above it were stacked with CD's. Lilly pulled one of Hannah's albums from the first row and placed the CD in the stereo.

You wake up, it's raining and it's Monday

Looks like one of those rough days

Time's up, you're late again, so get out the door (out the door)

Sometimes you feel like running

Find a whole new life and jump in

Let go, get up and hit the dance floor

But when the lights go down it's the ending of the show

And you're feeling like you got nowhere to go

Don't you know…

You can change your hair and you can change your clothes

You can change your mind, that's just the way it goes

You can say goodbye, and you can say hello

But you'll always find your way back home

You can change your style, you can change your jeans

You can learn to fly and you can chase your dreams

You can laugh and cry but everybody knows

You'll always find your way back home

Lilly wanted to let herself go and revel in the lyrics and her friend's sweet voice for much longer, but she forced herself to hit the stop button and face Miley, who had a smile on her face. Lilly hoped it was caused by remembrance.

"Who sings that?" Miley asked, reaching for the play button. Lilly's shoulders slumped.

"You." Miley's hand dropped and she stared at Lilly with disbelief.

"That couldn't have been me. I can't be that good." Hannah's voice was deep, a reverse from the usual high-pitched singers, and it sounded so much more... confident. Miley didn't feel that she sounded that way, but with how Lilly described both Hannah and Miley, they seemed like opposites, so it wasn't completely impossible that this amazing singer could be her. But still...

"Well, it is you and you are 'that good'. Come on, hurry up and remember!" Lilly demanded impatiently, walking over to Miley's bed and sitting on it with a huff.

"I'm sorry, Lilly. I'm trying my best," Miley whimpered, sad that she was irritating Lilly and angry that she was so empty-headed and couldn't clear away the black sheet in her skull. Lilly glanced at Miley and the look on her face made Lilly's words echo in her ears, making her realise just how harsh her tone had been. Lilly frowned, getting up to go over to the upset pop star and once she reached her, Lilly pulled Miley into a remorseful hug.

"I didn't mean it, Miles. I want you to get better, but I understand that it's going to take awhile. Don't hurt yourself trying to remember, it'll come to you." Any ounce of agitation left Lilly as she felt the familiar touch of her best friend and she smiled when Miley buried her face into her neck like she always did.

"Thank you, Lilly."

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