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Jemma looks up from her book, checking the time on her cell phone sitting on top of her bag. She realizes that Skye's been gone for hours, and, out of concern, decides to go look for her friend. Leaving her book sitting on top of her beach bag, she stands up and makes her way towards the bar.

"I.D., ma'am," the bouncer at the door says.

"Oh," Jemma says, realizing she forgot her I.D. in her bag, "actually, I'm looking for a friend of mine. I think she was in here earlier."

"Well I've been at this door all day. Maybe I can help you. What does she look like?"

"She's about, yea high, brown hair, probably pulled up into a bun. She's wearing some denim booty shorts, and a deep blue bikini top."

The bouncer thinks for a minute, "You mean Skye?"

"You've seen her?" Jemma asks hopefully.

"Yeah. She came by a couple hours ago. She was only in the bar for a few minutes before I saw her run out. I think she was crying. I don't know what about, though."

Jemma grows concerned, "Did you see which way she went?"

"Uh, down that way, I think," he points down the hallway Skye had run down earlier.

"Thank you so much," Jemma tells him appreciatively.

"No problem," the bouncer says with a smile.

Jemma turns and begins making her way down the hallway indicated by the bouncer, looking for her best friend. She makes it to the end of the hallway, and she still hasn't found Skye. She's about to turn around and head back, when she hears sniffling coming from around the corner. Peeking around the corner of the hallway, she sees Skye curled up against the wall, obviously crying.

"Skye?" Jemma says softly as she kneels down next to Skye, "Skye? What's wrong?"

Skye lifts her head up, "I saw him." She manages to get out through her tears.

"Saw who?" Jemma asks, growing concerned.

"Grant," Skye says, and then lets out a giant sob.

Jemma's eyes go wide, and she shifts so that she is sitting next to Skye, "What? What are you talking about?"

"Grant. I saw him when I was in the bar. He's bartending. But he, he doesn't remember me!"

"He doesn't remember you?"

"No!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive! He looked at me like I was just another tourist, and when I kissed him, he pulled away and asked me what my name was!"

"Oh my goodness," Jemma says, immediately pulling Skye into a hug, "I'm so sorry."

"He probably thinks I'm a crazy lunatic for kissing him," she says, pulling away slightly from Jemma, "but as soon as I saw him, I just got so excited, I couldn't help myself."

"You were completely justified in your actions," Jemma tells her, "for the last year he has been missing, everyone thought he was dead. And by some miracle, you find him without actually intending to, and you were just excited and overwhelmed."

"Still! It really hurts that he doesn't even remember me."

"I know it does, sweetheart," Jemma says, "I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel right now."

"And you know what else?"

"What?"

"He said that his name is Cole!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! He doesn't even know what his own name is! I just…"

"I know," Jemma says, brushing a hand a top of Skye's head. "Now come on, let's get you back to the room."

"Okay," Skye says, and lets Jemma help her up from the floor. "Can we uh, can we get some ice cream too?"

"Of course, sweetie," Jemma says softly, "let's go."

"Hey Cole," the man at the front desk says, greeting the tall, dark haired man approaching him.

"Hey Richard," Cole replies, "I was wondering if you could help me with something."

"Sure man, whatever you need."

"I'm looking for someone…"

"Aren't we all," Richard says with a smile.

Cole smiles and rolls his eyes, "Anyways, I met her earlier during my shift at the bar. She seemed like she knew me, but when I asked her who she was, she just ran off."

"Do you think she's someone from before?"

"She could be."

"Okay, did she say what her name was?"

"No," he sighs frustratingly. "But she did mention that she was here with someone else."

"Another guy?"

"No. I don't think so. She said her friend was out on the beach waiting for her. She talked about her like I should know her too."

"Did you get a name?"

"Yeah. It was, um…Jemma."

"Alright, give me one moment." Richard turns to his computer and begins typing on his keyboard, "You know I would never do this for anyone else, right?"

"I know," Cole smiles, "which is why I appreciate this so much."

"Okay," Richard says, having found what he needed, "We only have one Jemma staying in the hotel this week. She is here with someone named Skye. They are staying on the fourth floor, room 408."

"Thank you so much," Cole smiles wide.

"No problem," Richard says. Cole turns around and begins to walk away. "Hey," Richard calls out, causing Cole to turn around, "You know, if it doesn't work out with this girl, I can always set you up with one of my friends."

Cole chuckles, "Thank you for your concern, Richard, but unlike you, I don't swing that way."

"Your loss," Richard calls as Cole walks away, smiling.

Cole approaches the elevator that'll take him up to the fourth floor. He steps up and presses the button, then stands back and waits for it to arrive. He greets a few people he met earlier in the month, and says hello to some of his fellow employees as they pass by him. Then he hears the ding of the elevator arriving, and he turns towards it to see the doors opening. He steps inside and leans over to the panel, pressing the 4 button. The doors close and he takes a deep breath, leaning up against the back wall of the elevator.

He breathes in deeply, trying to think of what he's going to say to this woman he barely knows, but obviously knows him. He wants to know her, feels like he should know who she is, but he just can't place his finger on who she should be to him.

Tearing him from his thoughts, the ding of the elevator alerts him to his arrival on the fourth floor. The doors open and he steps out, checking quickly to see which way room 408 is.

Making his way down the correct hallway, he can feel his heart beating faster, but he doesn't know why. He approaches the door, and stops right in front of it, reaching a fist up to knock on the white painted wood of the door.

A second later, the door opens and he sees a woman standing on the other side. She's medium height, with medium length, slightly wavy, light brown hair hanging down behind her. She has a look of shock on her face.

"Hello," he says nervously, "I'm…"

"Grant." She cuts him off.

"Actually," he says, "my name is Cole."

"Right," the woman in front of him says, "Sorry. My name is Jemma. Can I help you with something?"

"I was hoping so," he says. "Is your friend here? Skye?"

"Yeah, she's here. What do you need?"

"I was wondering if I could speak with her."

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Jemma tells him, "if she sees you, she's just going to get upset even more."

"But that's why I need to talk to her," he says, "I need to understand why she just ran off like that. If I don't find out, it'll just drive me crazy."

Jemma thinks for a moment and then sighs, "Alright. But just for a little while."

"Thank you," he says. Jemma opens the door wider and he steps just inside the door, waiting for more instructions.

"Follow me," Jemma says, walking in front of him. She leads him through the hotel room and towards the balcony. "She's been out there for the last couple of hours. If things get to be too much for her to handle, you're going to have to leave. Is that understood?"

Cole nods his head, "Of course."

"Good. Just give me one moment." He nods and Jemma opens the balcony door slightly, stepping through. "Skye?" he hears her say, "Someone is here to see you. They just want to talk to you."

"Who is it?"

"Um…I think I'll just let them tell you."

He hears a sigh, "Fine. Send them back."

He sees Jemma walk back out and she smiles softly at him, "You can go out now."

"Thanks," he says. He steps around Jemma and takes a deep breath to calm himself before he steps through the double doors.

He sees her, the woman from before, Skye, sitting on a deck chair on the balcony. He slowly walks up behind her, "Skye?" he says softly.

Skye quickly turns around and looks at him, hope filling her eyes, "You remember me?"

"Sorry," he says, "I don't. But I want to," he sits down in the chair next to her. "After you left the bar, I started thinking. You clearly weren't drunk, so you had to have had a reason for kissing me. And then all these images started flashing through my head, but none of them were very clear. And I knew that I had to come and find you. If I am who you think I am, then maybe, maybe you can help me to remember?"

Skye looks at him, "You're really asking me to help you remember?"

"Yes," he says, grabbing her hand in his without even thinking about it, "For the last year, I knew that there was something missing. But I didn't know what. I didn't have any memories of what happened to me, I couldn't even remember my own name."

Skye looks down at their hands, takes a deep breath, and then looks back up at him, "Okay." She says.

"Okay?"

"Okay. I'll help you remember."

"Really?"

"Yeah," she nods her head, "For an entire year, I thought you were dead, and now I've found you. I'm going to do everything that I can to help you."

"Thank you," he says.

"Anytime," she smiles. "Now, where should we start?"

"How about with my name?" he suggests. "You called me Grant, in the bar. What's my last name?"

"Ward. And your middle name is Douglas."

"Grant Douglas Ward," he says, trying it out. "I like that."

"I hope so," she laughs quietly, "you've had it your entire life."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I have a question for you." Skye says.

"Shoot."

"How did you come up with the name Cole?"

"Oh, um. I don't really know. When I got asked what my name was, I couldn't remember. So I thought for a minute, and then I had this weird feeling, that I knew someone who's name was Cole. So that's what I picked. Did—do I know anyone named Cole?"

"Not directly, no. But uh, my maiden name is Coulson."

"Really?"

"Yeah, maybe it was a subconscious thing. A part of your mind was still hanging onto the life you had."

"Yeah, maybe." He says.

Skye smiles at him and then looks down at their hands. She notices that he is gently rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. She smiles wider and can feel tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"Hey," he says, getting her to look up at him, "are you okay?"

"Yeah," she says, wiping the tears from her eyes, "It's just…"

"What?"

"What you're doing," she gestures down to their hands, "whenever I would get really stressed about something, usually work, you'd sit with me, and you'd take my hand, and you'd rub circles on the back of my hand with your thumb. It always seemed to calm me down."

"So I take it you and I were close. And if that kiss was anything to go by, we were really close." He smiles "Plus you said that you're maiden name was Coulson. So I take it we're..."

Skye nods her head, "Yeah. We're married."

"For how long?"

"About three and a half years." She smiles.

"Three and a half years," he repeats, "we must really love each other."

"Yeah," she smiles, "we were actually beginning to talk about starting a family."

"Really?"

"Yeah." She replies, smiling at him.

"I never would have thought that I was married." He tells her honestly, "When I was found, they didn't find any kind of ring on me. Something must have happened to it." He glances down at their hands and sees a faint line on the ring finger of his left hand.

"It's probably at the bottom of the ocean," Skye tells him, "you had taken it off when we were on your uncles' boat. You caught us dinner the night before; you never liked to wear it when you gutted fish. You had put it in your pocket, but never put it back on. It must have been pulled out of your pocket by the water when you uh, got pulled under."

"Wow. That's really unfortunate."

"Yeah, it is. But let's not talk about that right now."

"Okay, well I have another question."

"What is it?"

"How did you and I meet?"

Skye smiles, "That's actually kind of a crazy story. So, I've been working at this really big company, in the IT department. I'm one of the best, if not the best IT person in the whole building. You were close friends with one of the guys working there, and you told him that you needed some help with something at your place. So, he called me because I'm really good with technology, and asked me to help you, because apparently you didn't want to have to keep finding someone every week because the person who helped you screwed up."

"I take it I'm not very good with technology."

She laughs, "No you are not. Anyways, I came out to your apartment to help you, because let's face it; I'm a god with technology. While I was there, you flirted with me a little bit, and I will admit that I flirted back. But I also fixed the problem that you were having."

"What's so crazy about this story?" Grant questions, slightly confused.

"I'm getting there," she tells him, "Let's see, it was the following week, and by this time, I had kind of forgotten about you, but you clearly hadn't forgotten about me, because you called your friend back and requested me by name to come and help you. You said that you were having another problem and you only trusted me to help you. So I came by and helped you again. Week after week, you kept calling back with a new problem, and your problems were starting to get a little ridiculous."

"Why is it that I can totally see myself doing this? Even though I don't remember it."

"I don't know. But finally, when I showed up and you told me about your latest problem, I finally confronted you about how ridiculous it was."

"What was it?"

"You couldn't turn your TV on. But all you did was unplug it from the wall." She smiles at him.

He blushes a little, "Oh."

"When I confronted you about it, that's when you told me that the only reason you kept calling me back, was because you liked me, but you didn't know how else to talk to me." She smiles at him and can see a slight blush on his cheeks. "So, I took pity on you, and I asked you out, because I'll admit that I thought you were kinda cute too. We started dating, and then after a few months, you asked me to marry you. It was pretty cute how you did it, too. You enlisted some of my buddies from the IT department to help you rig up your computer. I had to fix it for you, and when I did, it flashed a bunch of pictures of us across the screen, and then written in code, was 'Will You Marry Me'. It was very sweet."

"Wow. That is a pretty crazy story."

"Yeah, I love telling it though." She smiles.

"I can see that," He says, "What else can you tell me?"

"What else do you want to know?"

"Um, Jemma. How do I know her?"

"You met her through me. I met her in like, 4th or 5th grade when she moved to America from England and we've been best friends ever since then. You met her not long after we started dating. She gave you a pretty hard time at first, basically trying to make you miserable, or something like that. She even threatened you if you ever intentionally hurt me."

"That girl that answered the door? She threatened me?" he raises his eyebrows.

"I know she doesn't look like it, but she can be very scary. It can be pretty intense sometimes."

"I'll take your word for it," he chuckles. Skye just smiles at him, not believing her luck. Grant notices her smile and catches her attention. "Why are you smiling?" he asks her.

"I'm just really happy that you came back to me. I had a feeling you were alive, I knew we'd find our way back to each other." She can feel tears starting to build up in her eyes.

"I'm happy too," he says, "even if I'm having a hard time remembering things," he says.

"It's a good thing I'm telling you all of this then," Skye says with a smile.

"Yes, it is."

"Now, what do you want to know next?"

"Thank you again for letting me join you two for dinner," Grant says as he helps clear off the small table in the hotel room.

"It's no problem," Skye tells him, "it was nice to have you here." She gives him a smile.

He smiles back, throwing a few things in the garbage can. "I actually, I have a question."

"What is it?" Skye asks, handing Jemma some of the leftovers.

"I want to come back." Skye and Jemma both stop what they are doing, looking pointedly at him. "I want to come back home."

"You do?" Jemma asks.

He nods his head, "I do. I don't belong here. I may have lived here for the last year, but it's not my home. Everyone I most likely care about is back in the US. I want to go back there; I want to go back to my old life."

"Okay," Skye says after a quiet minute. "We'll bring you back with us."

He smiles wide, "Really? Thank you so much."

"In fact," Skye says, "Why don't we head back early. Like, tomorrow or something."

"I don't want to cut your vacation short," Grant says quickly.

"It's no problem," Skye says, "right Jem?"

"Of course," Jemma smiles, "we're both happy to bring you back home. It's about time that you got back to everything. There are quite a few people who will be very happy to see you."

"Then it's settled," Skye says, "I'll get online and book us the next flight back to the states." She steps forward and grabs one of Grant's hands in her own, "Let's go home."

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