Disclaimer: I don't own Eureka, the town, or the people.

A/N: I may have watched 'Your Face or Mine' recently...

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The closet door threw open and bright light illuminated the entwined pair. Jo heard a groan, and lifted her eyes to see Carter's outline in the doorway.

"Not again. Seriously, Jo?"

"Hey Carter." She smiled weakly.

"And you, Zane! Taking advantage of her when she's like this!"

Before Jo could correct him, Zane did. "No no, she snapped out of it. She's no longer being infected."

Carter looked between the two of the, eyebrows raised. Jo spoke up, clearing her throat self-consciously. "He's right. About ten or fifteen minutes ago... or so," she added, taking a quick peek at the smug smile, "I awoke with no prior memory to why or how I got here." She motioned to the closet around her.

"Teenage shenanigans aside," the Sheriff hurried on, "that could mean that some of the others are coming around as well. We might be able to get more information out of Vincent if he's back to normal. Jo... stay here. I need to go find Vincent."

"Want me to come along?" Zane's voice definitely could have been more enthused about the idea. Part of Jo wanted him to go so she could collect her thoughts, but another part just wanted to wrap herself around him again.

"No... stay here with Jo. Let me know if she starts acting weird again. Well... the other kind of weird."

Carter shook his head and closed the door, muttering something to himself about kids. As he left, the motion light in the closet automatically shut off, plunging them back into almost darkness.

When Jo turned back to Zane, she could make out a mulish expression on his face. "What?"

"Who was it?" At her confused look, he continued. "Who were you making out with last? or in a closet with last?"

"Zane... what are you talking about?"

"Carter. He said 'Not again,' as if you had been in this situation before. I don't know if I like the idea of you being with someone else. In here, I mean."

"Zane, this is ridiculous-"

"Yeah, maybe. But I still want to know who."

"You! Okay? It was you, Zane!" Jo tried to get away from him, scooting away, trying to stand. But he held his grip on her arms. She knew she could break away if she really wanted to, but she waited.

"I don't remember that, JoJo." He looked in to her eyes, searching for answers.

"You don't remember a lot of the last two years, Zane."

"Then tell me, please."

Jo was tired. Tired of lying to Zane, of trying to put on a different face with him. Tired of trying to pretend the last two years of her life, of their relationship, had never existed.

"You've forgotten good dates and bad dates, Zane. Laundry days and making up after fights. Of the numerous times one of us was sick or about to die. I can't even remember how many times we've had to say goodbye thinking it was for the last time. Except when it really was... I couldn't say anything at all."

Tears had begun to collect in the lower lids of her eyes, and she looked up at the ceiling, trying to blink them away.

"I'm right here, Jo. I didn't leave."

"How can you be the same person when you can't remember the experiences that shaped us?"

"Then show me. I know for a fact that Henry has been testing out some memory recall transmitter technology with his wife. He's been doing the same thing, hasn't he? Been catching up on a lifetime's worth of memories."

"It's not the same, Zane."

"Of course it is, JoJo. Grace still loves Henry the same way she did before because he is the same person. It didn't take them long to patch up their relationship, did it? Why won't you give me a chance?"

Jo finally turned back to him, asking desperately "Why do you want this life so bad? Why?"

"Because I'm crazy about you JoJo, and always have been. And if this was a life I had once, and fought for, I'm not about to let you give it up so easily."

"But... it's so much more complicated than just us, Zane."

"I have time, Jo. I'll get clearance or whatever you want me to do. I'll pass a test - I do test well, despite my lack of study skills. I just... can't handle any more of the lies, Jo."

"I hate telling them," she whispered.

Zane kissed her forehead and slowly Jo let her head rest down on his shoulder. "You're still a felon," she murmured into his shirt.

"Come on, lets get you up."

"Carter told us to stay here," Jo reminded him, but allowing him to help her rise anyway.

"Yeah, but he didn't say we had to stay in the darkness." He smiled at her, and for the first time in a long while she felt like she was able to really smile back the way she used to.

Zane pushed the release on the side of the door, and they stepped out into the light.