And here's chapter two! Still short, I know.

I hope you like it!

Hopeless Waiting

New Mexico, EUA

Jane Foster was almost asleep so she got up and drank her third cup of coffee. Darcy, her young and bothersome assistant, should be studying the monitors focused on the possible strange weather event on South Africa. Instead, the girl was listening to her iPod, completely oblivious about her surroundings.

"You were supposed to be working" Jane said, taking Darcy's headphones from her hears.

"Hey! That was the best part of the song!" the young assistant groaned. "Besides, nothing is happening!"

"Something could happen" Jane answered back, sitting on her chair. "We're here to find another space-time anomalies. That's why we're paid."

"No… We're paid to sit on our asses, stare at a bunch of monitors all day and then report that absolutely nothing happened. Face it Jane, nothing will happen!"

Jane shook her head and focused her brown eyes on the monitor. "You don't know that. Someday there will be another portal open to the other worlds and I'll find it."

Darcy's expression softened. "You're still thinking about him… Thor."

Hearing his name, Jane blushed slightly. "He promised he would come back."

"Well… he did come back" Darcy said, careful about the sensitive subject. "He came back and he saved the world along with Stark and the others, still… he could have found a little time on his agenda to visit us, right?"

"Saving the world is a bit more important than greeting old friends, don't you think?" Jane said, though she had been the one who was most disappointed when Thor didn't come to see her after the battle.

It was always like this, she assumed. This was what was like to have feelings for someone whose destiny is bigger than our own. It was complicated but she knew that, somehow, they would see each other again. And this time, there would be no monsters or evil brothers to keep them apart. Finally, Thor's brother was dead and couldn't hurt him anymore.

Jane, like the rest of SHIELD and, she guessed, Asgard, was glad and relieved that Loki had definitely died along with his plans of world domination and attempts to kill Thor. But, knowing the blond God, she also knew he wasn't so happy about it.

Despite everything, Loki was Thor's little brother. Losing a family member was always hard, even if said member was a total egomaniacal bastard.

Suddenly, all of her computers started beeping at the same time.

"Wow! What's happening? Jane!" Darcy yelled, looking at the blinking monitors.

"Could it be…?" Jane muttered, pressing several buttons at the same time. "It's a space-time anomaly! It's happening right now! Darcy, go to your computer right now! Help me trace it!"

"O-Okay…"

They worked hard to find where a portal had been opened, however, it only took a few seconds and everything went normal again.

"It closed. Jane! What now?"

"Keep looking! I've narrowed down to the North Hemisphere" Jane said, focusing on find the now closed portal. "It was just like last time… with Thor. It was a portal from another dimension!"

"It… it says the anomaly happened in Europe" Darcy said, looking at three computers at the same time. "Jesus Christ! I can't find exactly where!"

"Keep looking!" Jane yelled. There was a chance, even if small, that the Thunder God had finally returned.

Paris, France

The adults had made him so many questions that his head was hurting. Who was he? What was his name? Where did he come from? Why was he in the river? Who were his parents? Those were all questions to which he had no answer, much to his frustration and the men dressed in blue that had questioned him.

"The police. They're called the police" he recalled one of them saying, even though he had no idea what "the police" was.

After that, another group of grownups dressed in white coats checked his body, took his blood and made all sorts of strange tests before telling him what he already knew all along, he was perfectly healthy, at least physically. Mentally, he was a mess.

"Why can't I remember anything?" he asked to no one in specific. "What happened to me?"

"We don't know yet, sweetie" a kind faced middle aged woman answered, while bringing him to his room. "The doctors are trying to find out why so we can know how to help you."

He sat at a chair with wheels and taken to the Pediatric ward. Despite the colorful drawings on the walls he felt uneasy as he got the infirmary and saw all the other children and their visiting parents. When he got to his private room, he realized there was no one there to visit him.

That comprehension made his heart ache.

"When will my memories come back?" he asked the nice lady.

"I don't know that either. I think no one knows. Sometimes, memories come back in a few hours or days. Some people, however, can take months or even years to remember. While others… well… there is a chance they'll never come back."

The boy's green eyes widened with fear. "Never? You mean… I'll never know who I am?"

"Don't worry. You're making new memories just fine, which means there's nothing wrong with your head" she said softly. "I'm sure you'll remember someday, you just need to be patient. These things take time. Meanwhile, don't you worry. We'll look after you."

The lady seemed so nice that the boy felt reassured and nodded with a small smile.

"Well… let's get you into bed, ok?" she said.

"Hmm… actually… Can I ask for something?" he said shyly.

"Sure, honey. What is it?"

"Can I see… my face?"

The nurse smiled and nodded. The boy got up from his wheelchair and walked leaning to her towards the bathroom. After the nurse turned on the lights, he slowly walked alone to the mirror.

In the reflection, he saw a short, raven haired boy, with his green eyes wide open with awe.

"So? Can you remember anything?" the nurse asked.

Carefully, he touched his face and watched the boy in the mirror do the same. He thought that he would recognize himself, but the boy in the mirror was a complete stranger. He still couldn't remember anything about himself. Not even his name.

Seeing that his eyes were brimming with tears, the nurse walked towards the child and grabbed him by his thin shoulders. "You should rest, ok? It's been a long day."

The boy nodded and got into his bed, letting the nurse tuck his sheets and blanket. Still, a lonely tear ran down his cheek and he chocked a sob.

"Don't be sad. Everything will be okay" she said with a motherly smile, stroking his black hair. "You're safe here and everyone is doing what they can to help you. The police are already trying to find out who you are so they can call your parents."

The boy locked up, visibly surprised. "My… parents?"

"Of course. They must be worried sick about you right now."

"So… are they out there?" he asked, his eyes lighting up with hope. "Are they looking for me?"

"I'm sure they are. Be patient, they're going to find you and take you home. So stay here and rest."

The boy nodded and the nurse left his room. He felt a lot better now, even though he still couldn't remember a thing. Outside, he heard the voices of the other children and their parents along with the sound of the pouring rain.

"They're coming for me" he thought, falling asleep with a smile. "My parents are going to come."

There was no need to be scared. His parents were looking for him; all he had to do was wait. Then he could go home with them and be with his family. He would never be alone again.

So he waited and a whole month went by, but no one came.

Next chapter will be after a short time skip. I'm still thinking when to introduce Thor in this story… Oh, well. I hope you like it! Feel free to review so I can know what you think!

See ya!