Jo learns something about her past which will change her life forever.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I'm merely borrowing them for my own amusement.

Spoilers: None past the second episode.

Author's Notes: The title of this story was taken from the first line of the song Flares by The Script and was altered from, "Did you lose what won't return?" This story was written when the series was quite new and there was very little information regarding Abigail. With the information now available, it's clear that what happens in this story is impossible due to time line issues, but it's still an interesting concept to think about.

The first time Jo canceled plans with him, Henry didn't think anything of it. The second time he felt a small stab of disappointment but brushed it off. As he approached her desk he saw her frowning and he had a feeling he knew what she was going to say and braced himself for yet another cancellation.

"Henry, I'm really sorry. I should have called you. I don't think I can make it tonight," Jo apologized.

"Did I do something wrong Jo?" Henry asked. "It's starting to feel like you're avoiding me."

"No you didn't do anything wrong, I just have a lot of work that I need to get done."

"I know how work can be, but this is the third time in a row you've cancelled our plans," Henry pointed out. "If you don't wish to spend time together outside of work anymore just tell me. We don't have to be friends. We can have a strictly professional relationship. I can't pretend I won't be hurt, but I'll respect your wishes."

"No, that's not it at all, it's just..." Jo trailed off mid sentence.

Seeing the look of anxiety on her face his expression softened and he took a seat in the empty chair in front of her desk. "What is it then? What's wrong?"

Jo bit her lip. "Look something's happened and I just need some time to figure things out."

Henry took her hand and squeezed it gently. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I've told you I'm the least judgmental person you'll ever meet."

Jo winced and pulled her hand out of Henry's grasp. "I can't... not yet anyway. I promise I'll tell you, just not right now."

Henry smiled kindly and nodded. "I understand. I'll be here for you when you're ready."

"Thank you, Henry," said Jo returning his smile.

"Do yourself a favor though. Talk to someone about whatever it is that's going on if you feel you can't talk to me." He stood up, gave her one last smile, and left.

Jo sighed. She knew he was right, that she should talk to someone. This wasn't something she could tell a therapist though without risking confinement in a mental health facility. She half thought she should go back to the psychic who started this whole thing a week ago, but that was far too risky as well. No, there was only one other person she could talk to besides Henry, and that was Abe.

The next morning Jo stopped by the antique shop early. She wasn't sure she was ready to do this, but the longer she put it off, the harder it would be. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Abe looked up from his ledger and went to unlock the door when he saw who it was. "Henry just stepped out to grab some bagels for breakfast. You're welcome to come in and wait for him."

Jo followed Abe into the shop. "Actually, it's you I need to talk to."

It was then that Abe registered the look of pain on Jo's face and the tears that were forming in her eyes. "What is it? Did something happen to Henry?" he asked more worried than he felt he should be. He knew that whatever happened his father would be fine physically, but there were other things besides death which could be problematic.

Jo shook her head. "No Henry's fine."

Abe sighed with relief. "Why don't we go upstairs and talk?" He locked up the shop again and led Jo upstairs to the living room. They sat down on the couch and Abe patted Jo's hand gently. "What's going on?"

Jo took a deep breath before responding. "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

Abe raised an eyebrow. "That's certainly a heavy question for so early in the morning. I can't say I've ever really thought about it much. I suppose I'm open-minded to the possibility, but I'm not sure it would matter much if it was real since no one remembers their past lives anyway. Why do you ask?"

Jo tried to speak, but her emotions overwhelmed her and the tears she'd been holding back now overflowed from her eyes. Abe got up and retrieved a box of tissues from the kitchen and handed them to her before sitting back down on the couch. She pulled a tissue from the box and wiped the tears from her face. "Most people don't remember their past lives but I have," she said softly.

Abe felt a slight twinge of panic and wondered if she had memories of Henry from a past life. He took a deep breath before replying. "Why don't you tell me about it?"

"I was a nurse in World War II..." Jo said trailing off.

Abe frowned, he wasn't sure he liked where this was going. "Well that was a horrible time. I can understand why those memories would upset you. I think if you give it some time and let yourself cry, you'll be able to move past it." He put his arms around her and hugged her trying to offer what comfort he could.

Abe's embrace was too much for Jo and she broke down sobbing on his shoulder. He gently rocked her and rubbed her back as she cried. "I remember Henry," she murmured when she had managed to stop crying.

Abe stiffened and pulled back slightly to look at her. "No you don't. He was named after his grandfather who was an army doctor and he looks very much like him."

"No Abe, no," Jo said hoping she could convey who she really was to Abe without having to spell it out for him. "I remember you too."

Abe shook his head. "I was only a baby back then."

Jo reached out and caressed Abe's cheek. "I remember you," she insisted and then started humming a tune she was sure he would remember.

Abe's eyes widened in astonishment. It was the melody of a song his mother used to sing for him as a small child to help him get to sleep. "How...?" he trailed off not wanting to accept what his gut was telling him was the truth.

"Abe you know who I am don't you?" she asked desperately tears filling her eyes once more.

"Mom?" he said and started to shake.

Jo nodded and hugged him tightly to her and they both started crying in unison. "Please don't tell your father Abe. I'm just not ready yet," she pleaded when they had managed to stop crying.

Abe nodded. "I'll try, but I'm not sure I can keep quiet about this for long."