"Try to remember, kid. Anything like a name? Any memory at all?" The doctor asked.

A flash of blonde hair, a bright smile, a voice calling him "blue"

"Blue?"

"It'll have to do kid. C'mon, let's get you out of the hospital."

"Where are we going?"

"There's a hospice three miles from here that specializes in long-term memory loss problems. You'll be more comfortable there."


Five Months Later:

Nightwing was worried about Cassie. She still got the job done (sometimes even better than before), but she never really talked to anyone, and usually it was with monosyllabic answers. And, he knew she went to hospitals in the area where it happened, looking for Jaime.

The denial stage of grief wasn't supposed to last five months. And he would know.

By his count, she would run out of places, and hope, in about three days.

She was headed for a big crash.


Cassie was smart. She knew better than to look right where the ship had been. The League had searched that with a fine-tooth comb. And, if he was there when the ship had exploded, he would have been thrown. So she calculated a radius of how far he could have been flung, superimposed it on a map (Bats weren't the only people who could use a computer), and searched all the hospitals, clinics, emergency rooms and vet's (you weren't picky when you needed help) in the area.

Total Possibilities: 384

The first hospital was a dud.

Ditto the next 382. It had taken her five months of going to multiple hospitals per day, getting sympathetic or pitying looks from nurses, and her heart breaking again every time she failed.

So, she had almost run out of hope when she reached Evetown Memorial Hospital. It was a little place, just at the edge of the search radius. If Jaime wasn't here, he really was...no, she couldn't think like that.

"Can I help you?" the nurse on duty asked.

"Yes, I'm looking for a boy-"

"Can't help you there, hon."

"Not like that. Do you have any John Doe's?"

"Always have a couple, can I get a description?"

"17, Hispanic, black hair, brown eyes, about 5'7. Injuries would be consistent with a blast." She rattled this off like she had said it a thousand times. The nurse had seen people like this after the invasion, desperate to get some closure. So she began to search.

"Hmm...let me see...oh! There was one, about five months ago."

"That sounds like him," Cassie was hiding the wild hope that had just sprung up, "is there a picture?"

There was.

"He doesn't look good in it sweetie," she warned.

"I need to know, show me," Cassie answered. There, bruised and battered, was a picture of Jaime.

"That's Him!" Cassie looked elated. The nurse was happy for her until she saw the notice: amnesia.

"I hate to rain on your parade, dear, but his file says he lost his memory."

Cassie's face fell a little, but she replied "It's better than him being dead. Can I see him?"

"It says here he was transferred to a hospice that specializes in this sort of thing. I'll write down the address."

"Thank you." The girl looked so relieved, the nurse was smiling the rest of the day.


Every day was the same at the hospice for Blue-or Azul, as they called him after they discovered he was bilingual, get up, get dressed, eat the same boring breakfasts, wander the garden or hang out in the game room until lunch, then after lunch was his daily session with the memory counselor, where he tried for hours to remember any thing. Sometimes he got the flash of yellow hair that came with his name, but everything else stayed blank.

Today though, it was different.

"Azul?" Stacy, one of the nurses asked as he sat in the garden on a bench, "you have a visitor."

Who would be visiting him?

A blonde girl with blue eyes in jeans and a t-shirt walked over at Stacy's beckoning. She took a long look at him, then threw her arms around his neck.

"Oh, Jaime!" she said. Suddenly, a flash of that hair again, and a name-Cassie.

"Cassie?" She must have known he had lost his memory, because she looked surprised.

"Yeah, Jaime. It's me. How much do you remember?"

"Just your name, and that hair of yours chica." Cassie smiled at the nickname.

The nurse broke in "So, now we know your name, Jaime, how about a last name too?"

"Reyes," Cassie told her, "and is there some way we can discharge him? It's time he went home."

"We'll need to contact his parents first."

"I think it might be better if I called someone to tell them. This isn't something you want to hear over the phone." Stacy nodded, then left to update his record.

"Who are you going to call?"

"A friend. You'll remember him soon. I have to go off the grounds for this, but I'll be back soon. Stay safe, Blue. Te extrañé(I missed you)" She walked off. Blue-no, Jaime, smiled at the familiar sound of her calling him that.

"Yo también te extrañé(I missed you, too)"


It just so happened that the "friend" she was calling was Nightwing. If anyone would know what to do, he would.

Unfortunately, he was in a meeting. With the entire Justice League. And Tim had chosen that week to prank him by changing his ringtone to "Kryptonite". Superman and Batman were Not Amused. (The rest of the League however, were very amused)

So, when his phone went off, he got a lot of super-glares.

"Uhhh...oops?" the glares intensified.

"Put it on speaker," Batman said. So he did.

"Hello?"

"Nightwing! It's Cassie. I-found-Jaime-but-he-lost-his-memory-which-is-why-he-never-contacted-us-but-he's-alive!" She said the last part so fast no one understood it, well Barry would have, but the Flash was asleep.

"Cassie? Slow down and repeat." They heard a shaky breath.

"I found Jaime. He's alive."

Everyone (except Batman, who remained stoic) gasped.

"What?" About half the League asked, and Nightwing added, "uh, Cass? You're on speaker with the League."

"Oh. Uh, hi? Yeah, I found him. He's been at a hospice for amnesiacs for the past five months."

"Explain." Batman said.

"I figured that with no body, he might still be alive, so I calculated the area he could have landed and checked all the places he could go for help. I found him."

Doing the math in his head quickly, the now-awake Flash said, "But that's like 300 places!"

"Three-eighty-four," Cassie corrected him. Several of the members were looking at the phone in shock.

"We'll send someone to tell his parents. You stay with him. If he's lost his memory, he may not know that he has superpowers." Batman ordered.

"Yes, sir. Wonder Girl out" She hung up. The League was silent for a few minutes after Batman sent Nightwing to tell Jaime's parents. Then Flash broke it.

"She spent five months looking for a guy we declared dead? And found him?"

"Damn. That girl loves him." Rocket said. There were nods all around.


"So, uh...when will my parents get here?" Jaime asked.

"Depends. Someone will tell them, and depending on how long it takes them to be convinced, anywhere from a few hours to a couple days." He really liked how honest Cassie was. She also seemed really happy, like a weight had been lifted off her. He guessed his disappearance had taken a toll on her.

"So, how did I end up in that hospital?"

"Jaime-it's best that waits until we get you home. Have someone else explain. If I tell it, I'll start crying. So, how have you been?"

"Every day is the same, really. Until today. I should probably go to my memory therapist. Wanna come with?"

"Sure." They walked out of the gardens and into the office of Dr. Preston.

"Hello, Azul, who's this?" she asked.

"Cassie, she's a friend. And my name is Jaime."

"Your family has been located?"

"They'll be on their way soon." Cassie said.

"We'll, let's see if we can help you remember them before then. Cassie, do you have any pictures of his family?"

"Yeah, one sec." She pulled out her phone and scrolled through. She handed the phone to Jaime. On the screen were four people. One was him, another was a little girl who he assumed was his sister- Rosa he remembered. A slightly taller man who looked a lot like Jaime stood next to him, his father, and a pretty faced lady who was his mother.

"I remember" he almost whispered.

"That's good, Jaime. It means that your brain is ready to remember, we just have to get you in familiar places."

After the therapy session, he had remembered all their names, and random personality traits like which ice cream they liked best or the color of ribbon Rosa liked in her braid.


"My baby boy is alive? You're sure? Because you told us he died five months ago!" Mrs. Reyes was not happy.

"We're sure. He recognized the Team member who found him, apparently until then he had no memories at all."

"Who found him?" Mr. Reyes asked.

"Cassie" Understanding and belief flooded their faces. Rosa started crying happy tears.

"If Cassie, says it's him, it's him," Mrs. Reyes said.

Nightwing had permission to give them access to Zeta tubes to get them there quickly.

"He may not remember you..." He warned.

"He will, if not now, soon."