A/N: Some variation of this has been running through my head for awhile now… Meh. We'll see how it goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mediator. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!

Prologue

"Good morning, Miss Simon," the doctor said, coming into the hospital room. He smiled warmly at her. "How are you feeling this morning?"

She just turned her vacant gaze on him from her seat near the window. She hadn't spoken a word to anyone since she'd arrived there, three weeks ago. The doctor couldn't really blame her—when the police had found her, she'd been half-dead. She flinched every time anyone made a move too quickly toward her, as if she were afraid they meant to hurt her. But she still responded obediently to anything anyone asked her to do. Get plenty of rest? Sometimes they could hardly wake her up in the morning after such an order. Eat everything on her plate? She did it without question, no matter what it happened to be.

She wasn't anything like how her family and friends described her as once being. She had disappeared, months ago, without a trace, and when she was finally found, she had not even been able give her name.

The doctor knelt in front of her so that their eyes were level. He said softly, "I'm just going to make sure everything's going all right." He lifted his stethoscope to press it against her chest. She jumped back at the contact. "Shh, it's all right. Hold still for just a minute." She held still obediently, and did as he asked as he gave her a short check up.

A few minutes later, he stood up, giving her a reassuring smile. "There, all done."

As usual, she didn't respond. She just turned back to gaze unseeingly out the window.

"Any change?" Trish, one of the nurses sitting at the desk outside the room, asked as the doctor closed the door behind him.

"No," he answered hollowly, his projected calm fading now that Susannah couldn't hear him. "She's still the same."

Trish gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sure something will happen soon." She reached out and touched his arm. "After what she must have been through, you can't blame her for being like this at the beginning." At his nod, she leaned back in her chair. "Does she realize who you are yet?"

Jesse turned to look back at Susannah through the small window in the door. "No. I don't think she even realizes who she is yet."

A/N: O.o yeah. It's short. Hopefully I can get more out of it soon…