Summary: After 3x11. Jack visited Emily, and she remembered some stuff. But not everything, there's still much she can't recall. Still weak and scared, trapped at Greyson manor, this is what SHOULD have happened. Jemily all the way, no Aidan, and no Margaux/Jack relationship!
CHAPTER 1: I wanna run to you, oh I wanna run to you
Emily groggily opened her eyes. Blinking a few times, before adjusting herself to the new surroundings around her. Where was she? This wasn't the hospital, this was a new place. Maybe someone had moved her to a different wing? No, this looked more like a bedroom in a house. A big one. Had she been here before? She tried to remember, but nothing came to her mind. Off course.
"Good morning".
Emily's gaze fell upon a woman. Victoria. Daniel's mother.
"Where am I?" Emily tried not to panic, but being in an unknown house, with people she just vaguely remembered, was scary enough.
"Well, at Grayson manor off course. Welcome home".
Grayson manor. Home. This was they're house, she remembered. No, she couldn't be here. She didn't want to.
"I don't understand, did my doctor discharge me?"
"Yeah. Straight into my care, and your nurse. We thought you'd be more comfortable here. You're a Greyson now, being around a familiar place and people should help on getting those memories back". Victoria smiled at her. It was a fake one, she could tell. Why on earth had she married into this family?
Emily had to admit, Victoria scared the hell out of her, and Daniel – who was supposed to be her husband, barely looked at her. He was so cold towards her, it felt like he had something against her. When he did look at her, it was no signs of love in his eyes, just darkness. What kind of marriage was this? She certainly didn't love him. To be fair, he scared her too. At least Charlotte – his sister, seemed kind. She had spent some time with her at the hospital, and she was actually nice. She had tried to help her with her memories, shoved her pictures and stuff, but nothing seemed to click. Until that man came in, Jack. He had seemed so familiar to her, like she had known him for years. He had kissed her forehead, and begged "Emily Thorne to come back". At first, she couldn't understand why everyone called her "Emily". She had this strong feeling inside that her name was Amanda. Then she remembered a woman. Another woman, named Amanda. With heavy curls, and brown eyes. She was Jack's wife, and she had died – in Emily's arms. Telling her to look after her family. There was also a boat, named Amanda. It had exploded, and that was how she had died. Emily and Nolan (she remembered him too) had saved Jack, but couldn't save Amanda. She gave her a necklace, with pictures of the two of them inside. The same one that Jack had given to her at the hospital. How she had known Amanda, was not yet totally clear to her, but she knew that she had been her friend. And she had a baby boy named Carl, with Jack. Her godson.
"Do you remember what happened to you?" Victoria cut in.
"No. I just remember lying in the water. I guess I blacked out after that". It was true. The doctor who had operated on her, had told her that she had been shot in the stomach. She remembered how cold she had been. Everything after that was still a blur.
Emily suddenly heard someone coming into her room. Daniel.
"What happened to your eye?" she could not help but ask. It seemed like someone had punched him. Hard.
"Nothing worth mentioning. Not compared to your injury".
"I brought Emily home so she could recover here. Especially since Lydia is still on the loose". Victoria told Daniel.
Lydia was currently the person the Grayson family blamed for the shooting. Emily could vaguely remember her. Short, light hair, with a yellow dress. She had no idea if Lydia was really to blame, but seeing as her memories of what happened was currently gone, there was little she could do about it.
Emily noticed the pained expression on Daniel's face. It didn't seem like he was happy to have her home. Actually, it didn't seem like he was happy to see her at all.
"I'll let you two talk". Victoria gave Emily a small smile, and kissed Daniel on the cheek before emerging out the door.
"You should probably rest". Daniel said, not even caring to meet her eyes. He just gave her a nod, and followed his mother out the door.
Emily let out a breath, and could feel the tears prickling behind her eyes. She felt so weak and scared. She was all alone in this godforsaken house. She didn't want to be married to Daniel, and she certainly didn't want to spend a minute longer in this house. She wanted to be somewhere safe. She wanted Jack. Of all the people who had been with her at the hospital, Jack had been the one she felt most safe with. He had been so calm and gentle with her, and not once did he try to push her to remember stuff about herself or the shooting. He had looked at her with such loving, deep blue eyes, and told her that she was the strongest person he had ever known. And she believed him. For a second, she had thought that he was about to kiss her, and her heart had literally jumped over a beat. But he seemed to change his mind, and instead he kissed her forehead.
"Mom, what the hell?" She could hear Daniel's angry voice yelling downstairs.
"For god's sake, keep your voice down!" Victoria yelled back.
Emily felt a lump in her throat, and her heart sped up. They were yelling about her. She heard they're voices downstairs, but couldn't make out what they were saying anymore.
Tears were spilling down her checks. She had to get out of here. Now. If she only had her phone to call someone. She didn't dare use the one on her night stand, afraid that someone would listen in on it. Even if she ran, she would still need someone to take care of her. Someone to help her with the bandages and stuff like that. Damn.
There was a knock on the door, and Victoria came in.
"Thought you might want a piece of cake before you go to bed".
"No thank you". She probably put some drugs in them, Emily thought.
"Well, then. I just wanted to give you this". Victoria handed her an envelope, it was from the hospital.
"When you were unconscious, the doctor came to Daniel with these test results. When you came to it, we feared that you weren't stable enough to face it. So we decided to wait until you got better, but now I'm not sure if I'm able to give it to you". Victoria looked at her with a serious face, which only made Emily more afraid. What more could there possibly be?
"What is it?" She nervously asked.
Victoria handed her the envelope. "Because of the location on the bullet holes, and the surgery you needed, sacrifices had to be made. I'm afraid that you won't be able to have kids".
Emily could feel the tears welling up again. She had always wanted children when she grew up, she wanted to be a mother. "You're lying". She choked out.
"No. feel free to talk to the doctor yourself, or seek a second opinion. You see, this is the reason that Daniel's been so distant with you. You gave him hope for an heir, only to have that taken away from him forever".
"Get out". Emily told her. How DARE she make this about Daniel of all people? This was about HER for god's sake!
"Fate can be so cruel".
Did she actually give her a smile? God, she hated that woman. After she left the room, Emily took the plate with the cake, and threw it at the wall. Kneeling on the floor crying. God, her stomach hurt.
She pushed herself up from the floor, and grabbed her bag in the corner. She went to the dresser and took out some underwear, pajamas shorts and tees. Then she grabbed a couple of bandages and put all of it in the bag. She was still in her hospital gown, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to leave this prison, and that fast. She carefully stepped out into the dark corridor. She knew there was a chance that she could be busted, but she had to take the chance anyway. With her heart thumping in her throat, and her stomach aching more than ever she carefully went down the stairs. She suddenly remembered the fire escape on the second floor, and went that way. She opened the window. Luckily without a sound, and climbed out.
When she reach the ground, she ran as fast as she possibly could with her injuries. She had no idea of what direction Jack's house was in, so the only thing she could do was take the direction that felt most familiar.
She must have been walking for hours, it was pitch dark outside, and the rain fell heavily from the sky. She was completely soaked, ice cold and shivering, hungry and most of all, she was tired and dizzy. One of her bandages hang loose, and there was some blood dripping from it. She was just about to give up, when she saw it. The stoaway. How she had gotten there, she had no idea. But here she was. At Jack's bar. She dragged her feet after her up the stairs to his door, and rang the doorbell.
Jack was reading a book on the bed. It was 1.00 AM, but somehow he couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about Emily. Of how she was trapped at Greyson manor. Nolan had tried to get in, with no luck. Her condition was still the same. Nolan had kept track on her journal since the surgery. That made him even more worried. With the state of mind she was in, who knew what the Greyson's could do to her. He thought about the last time he'd seen her, at the hospital. She was so unlike the person he was used to see. So fragile, scared and weak. Emily Thorne was nothing but scared. She was a fighter. Brave and strong. The strongest person he had ever known. His heart ached in his chest by thinking about her.
They had to do something to help her, at least get her out of that house she was currently in. He closed his eyes, and sighed. After everything that had happened between them before her wedding, a small part of him felt like this was partly his fault. If he hadn't been so damn mad at her, and pushed her to end this, then maybe this wouldn't have happened. If only he hadn't rejected her that day.
That day when he'd kissed her, downstairs at the bar. He hadn't planned to do that, it just happened. He just had to, one more time. She was so intoxicating, being this close to her made all of his rational thoughts disappear.
He could still remember all of it. How it felt to have her so close to him, how she tasted like, how her breath had tickled him, and he could still feel her hand down his neck. All of it, like it had happened only minutes ago.
"God, I need to stop this". Jack said out loud to himself.
He had been so mad at her, for lying to him about who she really was all this time. He had felt hurt and betrayed. Still, he knew that no matter how angry he was at her, he would never ever not be in love with her. He loved her. He had loved her since the day they had met 20 years ago. And even more in a grown-up way since the day Sammy had ran up to her in the park. He knew why now, she was Amanda. His Amanda. He was even a little angry at himself for not figuring out who she was when she came back. He had watched how Sammy had been around her, almost thinking it, but no. Her name was Emily, not Amanda. Why would she lie about that? Still, he always thought that there was something that didn't add up. Then, suddenly Amanda showed up. And he had been so blinded by his feelings for that little girl he had once met, that he found himself finding excuses for her behavior. All the time. This was the girl he had waited for his whole life. Then why was it that every time he was with her, kissed her or talked to her, there was a part of him – big part actually that longed for another girl. How could that make any sense? He had Amanda, which was all he had ever wanted. What was it about this girl, Emily that kept dragging him back to her?
God, he had been so stupid. When she finally confessed to him, it felt like a punch in the stomach. He understood though, why he felt that way about her.
Suddenly, his doorbell rang, and Jack snapped out of his thoughts. He glanced over at the clock – 1:00 AM, who in the world was at his doorstep at this time?
He grabbed a t-shirt, went out in the hallway, unlocked the door, and opened it. Only to have his heart stop. There, wearing only a hospital gown, drenched in water, shivering was a crying Emily. Only she looked more like Amanda. Tears was flowing freely down her cheeks, she looked scared and out of breath, she was barefoot, and there was blood marks on her gown.
Jack was speechless, he just stared at her.
"Ja-ack, I'm s-so so-rry, I-I didn't know wh-ere e-else to-o go". Emily stammered.
Then she noticed his outfit, and couldn't help but blush a little. She looked up at him again and continued.
"I just can-n't spend another mi-minute in tha-at house. I-m s-sorry if I w-oke you up. I-I just.. I'll go, I'm s-so stupid".
Like someone had turned on a switch, Jack came to it.
He reached for her hand. "Hey, don't you dare go any other place" he said softly to her. He grabbed her bag, and placed it in the hallway inside, before guiding her inside. He locked the door behind her, before taking her in his arms.
"God, I've been so worried about you". He whispered in her ear.
Emily swallowed hard, hearing him say that in that sweet voice of his only made her feel more vulnerable, and she felt herself clinging to him for dear life.
"Emily, your freezing". He could feel her cold body against his own. Only her forehead was hot as an own. He put his hand on it. She was practically burning up.
He looked at her. "Did you really walk all the way over here?"
"Yeah. I had to get out of there".
"My god. Okay, you need to change into something else than this". He looked at her soaked gown. "You probably need a shower too. Come here". Jack guided her towards the bathroom, and found a clean towel for her.
"Th-thank you so m-much". She was beyond grateful for him.
"No problem. I'll make you some food, okay". He was about to leave the room, when Emily said something.
"Ehm, Jack.. could-could you help me get this off? I can't put my hands over my head.."
"Oh, sure".
Jack was sure his hands were trembling. After they got her hands through, he bent down a little, and dragged the gown over her head. Leaving her in only a lace pink underwear and matching bra. He swallowed, trying not to stare at her. He knew that she was hurt, and probably in a lot of pain, but god was she beautiful. He put his hands on her shoulders, and carefully slid them down her arms while staring into her eyes.
Emily could feel her pulse rising, god this felt so good.
"I'm Jack. I'm Amanda".
"I'll come back for you, I swear I'll come back for you".
"Ever since I first saw you, I knew there was something about you".
"I feel like this feeling, comes along once or twice in a lifetime if we're lucky".
"If I don't make it out of this, tell Jack that I love him".
"What are you going to tell him? Everything".
"Jack, look at me. I'm Amanda Clarke".
Emily just stared at him while she remembered.
"Jack, I remembered something".
He smiled at her. "Good".
"I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you who I was". Tears were welling up again.
"Hey". Jack cupped her cheeks in his hands. "We've talked about this. I understand, okay?"
Emily just nodded. "I'm just so sorry anyways".
Jack took her in his arms again, and whispered "I know" to her.
They were interrupted by her rumbling stomach. And she couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Okay, take a shower now, and I'll make you some pancakes".
"With blueberries?"
"Yeah, with blueberries".
"Thank you, Jack. For everything".
"No problem".
"Eh, just one more thing". She turned her back to him, for him to unclasp her bra.
God, having his hands on her bare back, made her shiver. And she closed her eyes for just a second.
"Is there something else you need help with?"
Emily looked down. Was she supposed to ask him to take off her underwear too? She wasn't sure if she could handle that. Would he actually do that?
"I-I could just k-keep it on", she stuttered out.
Jack came in front of her again. And painfully slowly he pulled it down, never taking his eyes off of her. He could see her swallowing, and he could tell that she was as affected by this as he was. Her gaze lingered on his lips for a second before looking away.
"God, this is so embarrassing. I'm so helpless".
"Don't be, your beautiful". Jack's nose was slightly touching hers, and she let out a breath that tickled his skin. He was just about to lean in, when there was a cry from the room next door. Carl.
Jack exhaled. "I'll better go check on him".
And before she knew it, he was out the door.
She was speechless, what the hell had almost happened?
She had to take a minute to collect herself, before stepping into the shower.
She was wearing a long, pretty summer dress, and she was at the bar. Downstairs. Jack's forehead pressed against her own. And they shared a beautiful kiss filled with passion and need. What happened after, not so beautiful. And Emily remembered how deeply hurt and angry she had been after Jack rejected her.
God, she loved that man. So damn much. That was something she knew and remembered as clear as ever.