The doctors promised Elizabeth that the drugs would help Henry sleep through the night and encouraged her to go home. Initially, she fought the idea. However, she was so incredibly overwhelmed and the idea of being home with her children sounded comforting. She felt slightly uncomfortable around Henry for the first time. He was fragile and somehow she worried she'd break him, not physically, but emotionally. He had forgotten their entire life together and while it wasn't his fault, somehow in the irrational part of her brain she was hurt, sad.

As she climbed into the sedan she felt everything go numb and the drive home seemed endless as she was lost in her thoughts. Their wedding, the end of deployment, the birth of their children. Nearly every happy moment in their relationship, with their family, gone. Gone!

"Madam Secretary, We are here." Her DS agent said standing at the open car door.

Elizabeth looked surprised and wondered how long they had been waiting for her to get out of the car. "Thanks." She murmured. Quickly she strode up the walk and into the door.

Her kids met her in the entryway hammering her with questions. An hour and a plethora of questions later, her kids were asleep. Delivering the news had been hard. Stevie had been stoic but Allison had cried and she had caught Jason wiping away tears too. However, now seemingly alone in the downstairs of her quiet house she found herself fighting so many different thoughts and feelings. She was mad at herself, at Henry; upset that this terrible thing had happened, sad for her kids, for Henry for herself.

She stared out the window and suddenly felt her water glass slip from her fingers and shatter on the floor at her feet. At that moment time froze as she hit the floor hiding from the explosion and gunfire in her mind. Caught up in memories of Iran she found herself under the table trying to convince herself it was not real. Her hands and feet were cut from the grass and blood were all over the floor leading to the table where she was shuttled. It was there that she sobbed uncontrollably. Was it a panic attack from Iran or a panic attack from the recent events? That she was not sure about. Her whole world was shattered after she had worked so hard with Henry to build a life together. He did not remember the most important things in their lives. Her phone rang, the Whitehouse, but she hit ignore and continued to sob.

Stevie came downstairs the next morning early hoping to make coffee and breakfast for her mother, anything to help ease the burden of what her mother must be going through. She needed the distraction as well; the past few days events were somehow hard for her to wrap her mind around. She stepped outside to grab the paper and as she made her way into the kitchen she noticed the blood and glass on the floor. She tried to scream but no sound came out. Words were not forming in her brain. She ran back to the door and opened it hoping her mouth would make words to get help from the DS agents. No words came out but the panicked look on her face and indicated they needed to come inside. They pushed passed her and fanned out to search the house, neither knowing what they where looking for. One agent saw the blood and radioed a code requesting backup and an ambulance. "Madam Secretary?" One of them called following the blood to under the table.

"Secretary located." Said another as he bent down, "I think she's sleeping."

Stevie bent down. "Mom?" She called franticly greatful that her voice still worked.

Jason and Allison appeared at the bottom of the stairs, "what's wrong?" Allison called out. "Mom?" She started to cry, "Stevie what's wrong with mom?"

Two hours later at the hospital Elizabeth had been given an IV drip for dehydration and a doctor was cleaning a particularly nasty gash on her foot where glass had become embedded. Elizabeth looked at her children, "I'm so sorry guys. I didn't mean to scare you. Are you guys ok?"

"We are fine mom." Jason said, looked at Allie who nodded. Stevie however remained motionless.

Suddenly Stevie looked at her mom and siblings. "I need to make a phone call. I'll be back." And without another word she slipped out of the room. She really did need to make a call but in that exact moment she just needed to get away. It was all too much. She wished her parents where normal, horse farm loving professors again. She knew her father hadn't been in a car accident the first time, and this time, her mother hadn't even offered a cover story. He was doing secret spy shit. She knew he was. She had seen documents at work when she was helping Russel. She couldn't decide if she was mad at her dad, proud, or just sad.

She had only intended to peek in his room but she found herself sitting in the chair her mother had occupied the previous day. He looked bad.

Suddenly he stirred and she froze. He wouldn't know her. Should she try to leave? What should she do? And then he looked at her and it was too late.

Henry was confused, but only for a moment. Briefly it appeared Elizabeth was sitting beside him, but the information regarding his condition returned to his brain and he knew as he studied her it wasn't his girlfriend. Or wife or whatever she was.

This girl was clearly her daughter. His daughter. "You look like your mother." He whispered.

Stevie's eyes welled with tears. "Dad."

Henry looked as if he was about to cry, "I can't remember you Stevie. But somehow I feel so much love for you. Just as if I was meeting you for the first time as a baby."

Stevie began to weep and she moved to hug her father. Knowing he didn't remember her didn't matter now that she knew he loved her just the same.

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