Chapter 2) *Alek's point of view*

She looked peaceful, her features softened, and the worry wrinkles on her forehead had smoothed away in slumber. The only thing that would clue anyone in on Chloe's distress was the tear stains on her porcelain cheeks, the way she clutched Alek's arm, and the empty tissue boxes on the floor. But people didn't know Chloe the way Alek did, so for an onlooker, she would deceive them to be having a peaceful rest. A look on Chloe's sleeping form that Alek had never seen. It had been 2 year's since Chloe's mothers death, but the scenes of her mother dying plagued her dreams almost every night. Alek would know since he was so used to holding her in his arms., calming her down after each nightmare subsided. His Chloe was damaged, but she was his nevertheless. Alek shifted in the small teen sized bed, holding Chloe closer to him. Soon Chloe would wake, and ask questions that he didn't know how to answer.

Alek had been by her side through almost everything, had been there when the bullet pierced through Chloe's chest, and killed her, had fought of the Orders goons from taking her dead body, had watched with broken bones as they escaped with her mother instead. He had been by her side, never leaving, when they had waited weeks on end to find Chloe's mother location. And he had been there when Whitney had shot her mother dead. He had watched as the love of his life dropped to her knees, not wanting to live anymore, crying. But he would not watch her die again, because he knew for a certain that was what would have happened next. So he had picked up her sobbing form with supernatural speed, and ran as far away from Whitney as he could.

He knew the answers to her unasked questions, but he didn't know how to answer them.

Because Alek had already seen her break down, had watched as the life drain out of her months after her mothers death. How each day without her mother caused her more tears, more break downs than the day before. Alek had been there beside her through it all, and each time a tear fell down those beautiful rosy cheeks of hers, he swore his heart broke tenfold for her. But she learned to live, she learned to enjoy life. Alek knew without a doubt that Chloe would never forget her mother, never forget the way she would role her eyes at Chloe's little outbursts, the way she knew Chloe more than she probably knew herself. He had watched Chloe live in misery for months on end, hardly eating, hardly sleeping, and never smiling. He had held her when the dreams came, and took her to place Alek could never reach, never save her from. But he had been there, and she had promised, had told him that he was helping. That all his fussing, his little sly kisses when she was distracted, and even his food-which he must admit is delicious- had helped. And slowly, but surely she came back to him.

And than she started to accept his kisses more and more. Had started to accept that Alek and Brian were polar opposites. That Brian was a sadistic human, and Alek was, well now is not the time to be cocky. But she had gotten over her little faze with the human, gotten over the feeling of betrayal, and accepted Alek's advances.

Alek loosened his hold on Chloe, and slowly untangled their bodies. He slipped out of bed, regrettably and kissed her forehead. He watched as she sighed in her sleep from the contact of his lips to her skin, and his heart beat for joy. Maybe when she woke up she'd remember, maybe it was temporary memory lose. She was Mai after all.

But nevertheless Alek walked towards the nightstand beside the small twin bed, opened it and pulled out a piece of paper and pen. Alek had been in this room before. It was the healers spare bedroom, were she would heal those who could be healed, and allowed them one nights rest. He had brought many injured Mai's here during the time when the Order wanted to end Mai's.

The only person left in the Order, that they know of, was Whitney. That wasn't because the Mai killed of all the Order's employee's. No they had seemed to come to their senses when the humans and Mai were finally united. But Whitney wanted revenge for Brian's death. Alek knew it was a dumb idea, god did he know. They should've never left their shared apartment. They should've brought more backup. They should've got a sniper and shot Whitney from a safe distance.

But they didn't. And the one he loved ended up dead on the floor.

When something traumatic happens, you never really remember what happened after. Did you fall to your knees silent? Crying? Did you stand still, eyes bulging? Alek couldn't remember. All he remembers was the sound of Chloe's soft body hitting the hard floor beneath them. The way the pool of crimson surrounded her body. Than the distinct sound of a bullet being clicked in place. After that it was a blur. Alek wouldn't be able to tell you how he ended up in the position he did. Maybe Whitney attacked first, shooting the gun, and Alek swerving out of the way till the gun clicked, the sound of an empty gun. Or maybe Alek attacked him full Mai. Whatever happened those short minutes, it ended with Whitney dead.

Alek moved away from the drawer, shutting it slowly, and moving away from the side of the bed. He walked towards the closet wall, and slid down, clutching the feeble piece of paper in his hand and the pen. From the look of the adjacent wall, and window, it was still night time, and he didn't want to wake up the healer, to ask the inventible question.

How?

So Alek began to scribble down, major points from the past two years. If it turned out that she had forgotten more or less, he'd add or take away things to be told. He decided that he wasn't going to tell her everything right away, that'd he tell her the inventible things when they got back to their home.

2 years and 33 days ago Chloe had died for her mother.

2 years and 33 days ago Brian had been killed by Alek.

2 years and 17 days ago Chloe's mother had been killed.

2 years and 17 days ago Mai's and humans had been united.

1 year and 45 days ago Chloe and Alek's relationship had moved from friends to boyfriend and girlfriend.

He would tell her in the future, but not right now when everything was whipped out from her brain. If he told her all these things at once, right when she woke up, she'd be wurl wind of emotions. He would tell her. But not here in a strangers house, and not now. When she asked questions he'd give her vague answers, and than when he found a comfortable setting he'd tell her. He'd tell her slowly, and when she broke down he'd hold her. Like he did in the past.

And than it hit him. Alek wouldn't be able to hold her like he did in the past. Because she wouldn't remember how close and comfortable they were with each other. She wouldn't remember how even before they were official, she had admitted that his touch calmed her. Alek knew that she remembered him, knew because of the way she reacted towards him when she woke up. If she hadn't known him, he knew with out a doubt in his mind, that she would've gave him a smack down. But she remembered him. How much she remembered of him was the major question.

Alek broke out of his revere when the door of the room he was in creaked opened, and the elderly lady that healed and took of the bullet in Chloe's skull, head popped in. Alek raised one eyebrow at her in question as to what she wanted, and the elderly lady motioned for him to follow her. Alek steadily got up, looked at Chloe laying still, and walked out of the room.

"I've contacted many healers around the world, and they all don't know what to make of Chloe losing her memory." The healer told him. Her name was Amira, and she had the sweetness of a grandma coming to visit you after a couple years of not seeing each other. She smelled like fresh bread, and she had a crooked smile, wrinkles, and gray hair. She was always kind to Alek when he came by to get patched up if Chloe wasn't home, or to drop off an injured Mai.

"But she should've healed, she should've been brand new." Alek argued. The healers should know, they had to know. He wasn't going to walk back into the room, and hope. He wanted to know for a fact they could make her better. He had no more hope left now that the love of his life forgot him.

"If Bassit wants Chloe to forget, than Chloe will forget." Amira told Alek, ringing her hands.

"You think Bassit is the cause of this." Alek asked his eyebrows up to his forehead, in shock. Bassit was supposed to care for Chloe, Chloe was heard to be the closet thing to Bassit that any Mai will ever meet on the living plane.

"Yes," Amira said nodding her head calmly.

"What would Bassit get out of doing this to Chloe?" Alek ask nerved. His heart was beating in his chest at an unnatural speed even for a supernatural being.

"I don't know," she replied honestly. But Alek was furious, he wanted to know. He hated being in the dark. Everything was going good, everyone was happy. Valentina had even went on a date a couple weeks ago. Paul and Amy were still going strong. Everyone was happy. He was supposed to be happy. The girl of his dreams, had said 'I love you' and now like a cosmic joke she had forgotten everything. She had forgotten about said love.

"You should get back to her, she'll be waking soon." As if on cue Alek heard the sound of the small twin size bed groaning, and the sound of shuffling blankets. Alek gave the elderly lady a small nod before slipping back into the room Chloe was resting in.

"Hey," he whispered as his Chloe slowly opened her eyes blinking back the weight of sleep. Her eyebrows were knitted in confusion as she pulled herself up on her elbows, staring at Alek quizzically, before taking a look around the small spare room. Her eyes were lazy as she scanned the room before going comically wide. Realizing she didn't remember this room, didn't remember how she got there.

"Where am I?" Chloe asked her voice rough from sleep. He watched as she pulled her legs up to her chest, and stared at him from on top of her knees.

"You had died, this is the healers spare room." Alek told her softly, slowly making his way to her.

"I don't remember that," Chloe says her eyes watering with unshed tears, "why can't I remember?" Alek watches helplessly as she clutches at her soft blonde curls, and pulls on them. A tear slipping down her cheek, crying for the loss of her memories.

"I don't know," Alek says, biting his tongue, he had almost let the word 'sweetheart' slip out. "You said the last thing you remembered was going to sleep after I saved you, and your mom?"

"Yes," she whispers.

"That was three years ago," he told her softly, and slowly, watching as it hit her. She had lose three years of conversations, three years of adventures, three years of growth. He didn't know what to say, how he could fill in the blanks, and help her. But he knew for damn sure that he couldn't tell her everything she needed to know, here, in a strangers room. She needed to be home, she needed to be able to break down, be able to sleep off the pain, and wake up in her regular bed.

"Three years," she whispered, and Alek watched as she breathed in heavily a hand hovering over chest. He zoned his hearing onto Chloe's fast paced heart beat. He wanted nothing more than to jump over to her, to grab her and hold her. To kiss away her tears, and pain. But he couldn't and he wouldn't. She didn't remember their relationships, she didn't remember their first date, their first real kiss, and she didn't remember her admitting to loving him back. He knew he needed to tell her about he mother's death, about Brian being a traitor, about all the horrible and Mai related things that had happened in the three year gap that she doesn't remember. But he wouldn't force her into a relationship with him. If she didn't remember her love for him, than he couldn't do anything about it. He would have to sit by idly as she learned to live in this new life, to live without her mother again. But he would be there beside her, just like the first time.

"Yeah," he whispered back, moving towards her, and sitting down at the end of her bed.

"What happened?" She asked raising her head to look at Alek.

"A lot," he told her honestly, he reached out for her limp hand, and held it in his, "and ill tell you everything when we get home."


A/n: (Lilianna.S) This story is written by two different fanfiction writers. (Syfygeek13 and Lilianna.S) We've thought it would be fun to try and write a story, where one would write one chapter and the other the next. Any chapter that is written in Alek's point of view, and is an even number is written by me. (Lilianna.S) And any chapter written in Chloe's POV and is an odd number is written by Syfygeek13. If you get confused, and you'd really like to know who writes what chapter you can PM.

A/n2: We wont be posting the chapters right after each other like we have done for the first two chapters. The reason why is because we both have different paces, and its fun to leave you guys with small cliffhangers.