Author's Note: I intend to add more to this but for now enjoy
Phil watched the door to the room close aware that he was suddenly alone, in a space ship with a group of people he didn't know. And frankly who he thought were all completely insane.
"Are you alright, Captain?" Gideon asked making him jump. He was never getting used to the fact she was always there even if he was beginning to like her.
"Will you stop calling me that?" he begged, "I'm not your, Captain. I wish I could be Gideon but you saw me out there."
"What I saw was someone who put himself in harms way to protect his friend," Gideon told him, "Along with people he had only just met."
Taking a seat on one of the chairs he let out a sigh, "What am I doing here?"
"This is your home," Gideon replied softly.
He winced, knowing he'd hurt her feelings but then wondering why he would think that since she wasn't real, was she?"
"I just feel like I should have stayed where I was," he explained.
"Unfortunately, that was not an option," Gideon reminded him, "The Legion of Doom, as Mr Heywood insists on calling them, knew you were there. You may not remember being Captain Hunter, but they would not believe you."
Phil let out another sigh, he knew she was right but it felt like he'd just abandoned everything he cared for. Bouncing to his feet he began to wander the bedroom, stalling suddenly as he looked at the books on the shelves realising that the ones on the lower shelf were diaries.
"Gideon," he called, "Whose room is this?"
"It is yours," Gideon told him, before conceding at his frown, "Captain Hunter's room."
Phil reached out for one of the diaries, turning it over in hands. He wanted to read them, to find out about the man he was supposed to be but it also felt like he was invading the privacy of someone else.
"You may not recall your life as Captain Hunter," Gideon told him, "But you were once him. Reading his diaries will help you reconnect with your former life."
Sighing again he dropped to lie on the bed, "I'm sorry, Gideon."
"For what?"
"For not being him," Phil breathed, "I know you miss him and all you've got is me."
To his surprise the room seemed to warm slightly before Gideon spoke up once more, "You are who you are. I am simply relieved that you are safe onboard once more. Where I can watch over you."
Warmth filled him, it had been a long time since anyone had truly cared about him and he knew suddenly Gideon did.
"You should get some rest," Gideon told him, "We can discuss tomorrow what we do next regarding your memories."
With a nod Phil rested the diary on the bedside table before he closed his eyes, she was right tomorrow would be best to think what to do next.