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Amnesia

Chapter one:

Holly could hear the thumping of boots against the wet asphalt. Shadows played on the wall before the group of rouge elves. Trouble raised his Neutrino 2000, knees bent, and ready for action. Holly caught the position out of the corner of her eye.

"Trouble no violence; we are here to strictly negotiate. Got it?" She said crossly, knowing what would happen if Commander Root caught her disobeying a direct order again.

"I've done a few missions out here, these fairies don't negotiate." He snapped. Holly sighed, it was worth a shot. Oh well. She copied the maneuver, just in time for the group to blast around the corner. Trouble smiled, this is what he needed. Especially after a whole week of fetching cigars for the commander, how boring!

There were a total of twelve rouge gang members, and only two LEP officers. The Group howled in sights of victory facing them without fear. Holly took advantage of the confusion, flinging herself into battle with Trouble at her heels. She dove at the first two, driving her elbow into the first one's chest knocking the air from his lungs. Spinning around she kicked a hefty sprite in the neck. The two went down sluggishly. Drawing her Neutrino, she aimed carefully at an elf trying to pin Trouble down. The beam clipped him on the shoulder, almost scorching Trouble in the process.

"Watch it!" He yelled, kicking two elves off of him. Jumping to his feet, he tagged four more with his Neutrino.

Only three more! He thought, facing the last gang member. Smiling with confidence, perhaps a little too much confidence. Trouble curled his fingers into a fist and smacked the last criminal in the jaw. While the elf's magic corrected the pain he fell into unconsciousness.

Trouble turned and saw Holly battling two sprites; positive that she could handle them he hung back. Trouble smiled she was one of the most tough girls he had ever seen. Most other girls where to busy trying to figure out what to wear, not Holly. And somehow that made her all the more beautiful in his eyes.

Holly dodged a powerful blow from the first sprite. Like most sprites these two believed that they where God's gift to females. So, naturally they where trying, with no chance of success, to woo the captain.

"C'mon babe, why can't you just give up?" said number two, swinging another green fist at her. Holly grimaced, sprites, vain, every one of them. She thought angrily, blocking the umpteenth punch with her arm. Number one glided to her side, catching Holly's arm with ease. Number two grabbed her free hand while stroking her cheek. Wrong move, Holly flung her legs from underneath her. Catching the sprite in the chest, he stumbled back but caught his balance. Gripping Holly's arm harder he dragged her around him in a circle lifting off the ground for acceleration he threw her tiny frame against a brick wall. She fell limply to the ground, slipping into unconsciousness.

Trouble growled as the guilt washed over him. Drawing his Neutrino he clicked it to four shooting the laughing sprites miserably. Something I should have done earlier.Holly couldn't have used her gun, she was to close to them and they could have used it to their own good. He ran over to her stepping in shallow puddles from the water leak last week.

"Oh Gods." He murmured, kneeling over her. A pang of guilt swept over him as he rested his eyes on her. Her magic was already at work fixing various cuts and bruises. But her arm was bent strangely underneath her; Trouble gently pulled it into its rightful place. As a child would vainly try to piece together a broken doll. Blue sparks scurried down the fractured bone straightening her arm, and lighting the alley dimly.

Trouble stiffened, Commander Root would not be happy about this. How would it look when he carried Holly unconscious onto the Police Plaza? Not good to say the least. Picking her up gently he prayed that she would wake during the return trip…she didn't.

Police Plaza

"What in frond's name where you thinking?" Commander Root roared, his face resembling a ripe tomato, "I'm curious major, did you want that promotion? Or would you rather be scrubbing the toilets?" Root leaned back, giving Trouble a full ten seconds to answer.

"Well sir…we had…and I…" Trouble trailed off, not knowing what to say. He never had this happen to him.

"You thought you could handle it." Root sighed; he had said that six times today. Too many officers where getting cocky in the field now, and they all seemed to fall under his belt.

"Yessir" Trouble said quickly.

"Do you know what you've done?" Root growled Trouble sunk lower, destroyed any relationship with Holly, earned at least three weeks of paperwork, and a free job cleaning boots. Oh joy.

"Miss Short is now in a hospital bed with a concussion" Trouble winced. This was his entire fault. Trouble looked at his feet to hide the emotions playing across his face.

"You won't be seeing any missions above ground or below it for a while." Continued Root. Trouble barely heard his punishment he was too absorbed in his thoughts to care about it. Holly and him had been friends since the academy,after thisshe probably wouldn't even consider talking to him.

"Dismissed" Root grunted, returning to his paperwork. Trouble left the office in a trancelike state. Starting down the hall he wasn't pulled out of it until Grub rounded the corner.

"Hey, Trubs…I mean Trouble, I was wondering if you could…" Grub trailed off. Maybe it was just the glare Trouble was shooting at him, but something told him to back off. And he did instantly

"Well…see you around." He said quickly turning the opposite direction from his brother. Trouble watched him go, passing the Ops booth at a run. Then it hit him, Foaly. Since he had no more missions to attend to perhaps he could apologize to Holly. And Foaly would know where she was.

Trouble knocked on the metal door cautiously he never visited the centaur before. Sure they had seen each other in the hallway, when Foaly went on his carrot runs. But never talked, especially after the Bre'wa kell incident.

"Foaly. It's Trouble, open up." After several moments the door slid open. Trouble stepped inside, the booth was a mass of hi-tech computers each some how crammed into their places. Between each monitor a small space of reinforced wall carried an array of unfinished weaponry. The centaur was hunched over a keyboard typing furiously.

"Congrats on your first failed mission." Foaly said sarcastically. Trouble ground his teeth but stopped himself; this was no time to lose his temper. So, letting the comment slide he said

"I need to know where Holly is being held" Foaly looked up from the keyboard

"Haven Medic; why?" Trouble sighed with relief it was only three blocks away. He could walk there.

"No reason, just wondering…see ya" Trouble turned to leave desperately hoping that his face was as straight as he hoped. Needless to say, Foaly was unconvinced.

"Are we going to apologize?" Trouble turned looking the centaur in the eyes.

"Of course." Foaly smiled he was right, but he was always right. He was a genius. Biting down several humiliating comments he managed to say,

"There are some flowers over there on the table you can give her." Trouble threaded his way across the room careful not to trip over any machinery. Picking up the glass vase Foaly watched him with amusement. Trouble caught the look, and began to eye the flowers suspiciously

"These aren't going to blow up in my face…right?" Foaly corrected his grin.

"Oh I would never play a joke like that, never…ever" Trouble narrowed his eyes, but dismissed the subject. The centaur wore tinfoil on his head for Frond's sake!

Foaly watched Trouble leave holding back a grin. If this went as planned, Root would have to raise the budget. And then suffer from a long plague of I-told-you-so-I'm-a-genius's Foaly grinned this was going to be interesting.

Haven Medic

Trouble waited outside Holly's room twirling a flower between his fingers. Why did Foaly have flowers in the Ops booth? Was he expecting me? Trouble shook himself; don't be stupid, he was probably going to give them to Holly.

A nurse walked out the door. Her perfectly white uniform seemed dirty against the pale background of sterile walls.

"You can go in now, she is conscious, but I must warn you the concussion has rattled her severely." Trouble jumped to his feet.

"Don't worry sir, only a case of Amnesia." The elf patted his shoulder reassuringly. Then walked down the hallway, her shoes clicking against the white tiles. Trouble looked at the door that led to holly's room. It seemed to be daring him to enter, whatever lay on the other side was his fault. His hand clicked the open button, and the door slid back with a hiss. Trouble walked over to Holly's bed, she smiled at him warmly. But her eyes held no recognition for him.

"Holly." He managed to choke out. She nodded, although she wasn't sure of herself. Trouble spotted the indecision in her eyes. Guilt churned in his stomach.


And cut! That's a wrap on the drama! Let's move people! I know horrid first start, and ending. And everything in between. Sorry if it seemed rushed, I just really wanted to post it today. And Holly will be in thenext chapter more.So should I continue this story? Or should I quit and give a whack at some other ideas? So…REVIEW!

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