Title: Enemy of My Enemy…

Rated for: T though ratings will change depending on the chapter content. I will label each accordingly.

Genre: Adventure/ Suspense/ Family/ Romance

Fandom/Universe: My Own Worst Enemy

Characters: Henry Spivey-Edward Albright, Jack Spivey, Dësmã Albright

Pairings: None.

Spoilers/Warning: None.

Disclaimer: My Own Worst Enemy and all related characters are copyright Jason Smilovic and the NBCNetwork. No infringement intended.

Summary: Congratulations, it's a girl! Only Edward didn't know and Henry wasn't prepared. Uh-oh…

Status: In-Progress

AN: This chapter picks up right after the mugging. The next will take place in the present, skipping ahead about 5years from this chapter.

Chapter: A Return


Chp2-

It's busy as usual when Henry arrives for work. He has an appointment with Dr. Skinner first thing and he's ushered into the elevator without fail. Once in her office he takes the usual seat, smiles and tries not to feel anxious because there's nothing to be anxious about.

'Except for the hours I'm missing that I can't remember.'

"How are you feeling, Henry?" Nora sits down; her brown eyes skimming over him as she leans back with her hands crossed over her lap.

"Good." He tries another smile.

"You've had an … interesting trip." She notes and her eyes move towards his head. Henry reaches behind and lightly skims his hand over the spot where he can still feel the bump.

"Nothing to worry about." He assures putting his hand down. "The doctors said there's no permanent damage. Not even a concussion."

"That's good." Nora smiles but she's still looking at him as though it's not all.

"It was an accident." Henry says with a shrug. He's kind of embarrassed to admit a scrawny teenager tried to mug him.

"So I take it you'll be using a cab from now on." Nora chuckles lightly when he admits that. Henry laughs and nods agreement.

"I've learned my lesson."

"So… what happened, Henry?" she's digging though Henry doesn't realize it- not really.

He sits, eyes dropping to the glass table between them and tries to remember that night. How it had been so cold he'd wished his coat had come with a heater.

"You fucking deaf!"

The scrawny kid… the whistle of the subway train ….

"Leave him." She grabbed at the scrawny teens arm. The shiny blade flashing between them and Henry… he moved without thinking about it. That girl… she could've been his Jack. So Henry grabbed the scrawny punk and his arm-. It felt like fire and then … nothing-

"Come on! Please! Get up!"

Henry had confused her voice for just a second. Maybe it was the high pitched tone- the same one he'd hear at home when Ruthy would wail if she didn't get what she wanted. But this voice held a note of fear in it…

"You didn't report any of them to the police." It's an observation that draws his eyes up from the glass. "Why, Henry?"

"They're just kids…" it's lame. They both know it but Henry just doesn't know why he didn't, can't really remember anything aside from the girl's voice yelling for him to get up and the whistle of the train. But he doesn't want to say anything to Dr. Skinner.

"The boy was going to take your money." Nora points out. "He threatened you with a knife and cut your arm-."

"It was an accident." Henry cuts in.

"Because you were trying to protect the girl who tried to help you."

"Yes," Henry frowns, he's trying to remember what she looked like- not that it makes a difference- but he can't really see her… just her voice- she had sounded ready to cry, his head had been pounding…

"That's it?" Nora's brow furrows. "You don't remember anything else? Never saw the girl after?"

But Henry shakes his head 'No', there's nothing else from the moment he fell on the track to later when he woke up being examined by the doctor. But he doesn't tell her that, not sure why…

"I must have passed out a couple of times." Henry admits.

Nora doesn't like what she's hearing but wipes the frown from her expression as Henry sits forward.

"Don't worry." Nora assures. "It's not unusual. You hit your head after all." She smiles but the problem with this is that it's not just Henry's head.

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Harper can't stop playing with the ID in her hands. She flips it over and turns it around but the face staring back at her…

'He's not dead.'

But he pretended to die. There's no way to ignore that one important fact.

There was just something always missing, a bit of him she couldn't reach, that he wouldn't share of himself.

"Mom!"

She wipes her tears and the ID is hidden in the back pocket of her jeans. She doesn't know where it came from or why and right now, she doesn't want to ask.

"Mom!"

"Up here." She flips the sheets down and throws the comforter on the bed, smoothing it out just as the footsteps reach the door. "You're supposed to make your bed every morning. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"But you make it when I don't."

Just like that, annoyance and frustration with her daughter and the reasoning behind not doing her chores.

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