After a couple of revisions (and dang FF not allowing me to log in) here is chapter three of Unforgettable You! Now, in the last chapter, one reviewer guessed that Michael's memory would be affected by the trauma, and someone else guessed that something else would happen. Well, here is the answer. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine!

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Four days passed in agonizing slowness, and Michael still remained unconscious.

Since Holbrook had gotten away, Sam had taken Abby to a more secure location, where he knew she would be completely safe. He occasionally showed up at the loft to check on his best friend, but he never stayed very long. Fiona suspected it was because he felt guilty for Michael being injured in the first place. It was ridiculous, but this was Sam.

Then there was Madeline. She came by every day, sometimes for hours on end just to sit with her son. Fiona welcomed the time and made the most of it by grabbing a quick shower and nap. It was easier that way, because she knew Madeline was with Michael and that nothing could happen to him while she and Fiona were in the apartment.

On the fourth night, Sam returned again, this time with food and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He let himself into the loft with his key, then dropped the duffel bag by the door. "Fi?"

Fiona looked up from the yogurt she was eating. "Hey, Sam."

Sam nodded toward the bed. "How's our boy?"

She had to smile at Sam's choice of words. "He's still not awake."

He came closer to the bed and held out a bag to Fiona. "I got you some dinner."

"Sam…"

"Fi, humor me."

Sighing, she took the bag and opened it. "Thanks, Sam." He had brought her dinner from her favorite Chinese restaurant, and she had to smile.

"You're welcome, sister." Sam dropped into the empty chair on the other side of Mike's bed, the chair Madeline normally occupied. As he got comfortable, his gaze fell on his best friend's passive expression. His stomach started to sink. How had he let this happen?

Fiona noticed Sam's expression. "Sam? What is it?"

Clearing his throat, Sam shook his head. "Nothing. I'm fine."

She was quiet for a long while. "Sam…this wasn't your fault."

"What?"

"This isn't your fault. Michael… he should have been more careful."

He shook his head and shifted uncomfortably in the chair. "No, Fi. I was supposed to have his back. I didn't, and Holbrook got the drop on him. It was my fault."

"No, it wasn't, Sam. And if you don't stop moping, I will shoot you."

For the first time in days, he smiled just a little. "Just try it, sister."

"I won't try. I will."

And in that moment, Sam knew that he and Fiona were okay. They just needed Mikey to be okay, too.

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The entire loft was bathed in darkness. Beside the bed, Sam had fallen asleep in his chair. His head was bent at an uncomfortable angle that was certain to leave him with a crick in his neck in the morning, and his legs were stretched out in front of him as he snored.

In the bed, Fiona was lying on her side, with her back against Michael's side and his arm under her head. Her lips were parted slightly, and wisps of her hair fell into her face.

A low groan rumbled through Michael's chest, instantly waking both Sam and Fiona.

Sam jerked upright in his chair, groaning softly, while Fiona sat up in the bed and watched Michael's face intently.

"Open your eyes, Michael." Fiona's voice was tender and soft as she smoothed her hand over his forehead and cheek.

He groaned again and shifted his hips. His hand came up and settled against the side of his head.

Sam leaned closer to the bed, watching his friend's expression closely. "Come on, brother. Wake up."

Fiona held her breath as Michael's eyelids fluttered, then finally opened. "Michael…" She ran her fingers gently through his thick hair.

Sam frowned as he got a glimpse of Michael's eyes. They weren't focusing correctly, and he hesitated before waving his hand in the line of Michael's vision. "Fi…"

Fiona's heart began pounding against her ribcage. "Michael, how are you feeling?"

Michael blinked slowly, but his eyes still didn't focus. "Head hurts…"

"I'm not surprised. You took a nasty hit to your head," Sam explained, slowly moving his hand away from Michael's face. "I'm going to get you some water." He got to his feet and headed into the kitchen.

Fiona moved closer to Michael, gently pulling his hand away from his face and holding it between her own. "Thank God you're awake." She gently kissed his knuckles.

He turned his head in the direction of her voice. She sounded so sweet and concerned…

Sam came back with a bottle of water, and he handed it to Fiona.

With a smile, Fiona took the water bottle and pulled the top off. Then she held it to Michael's dry lips. "Take a sip, Michael."

He gladly obliged and took a few sips of the cool liquid. Once he was finished, he sighed deeply and snuggled into the pillows.

Fiona set the water aside and watched Michael carefully. Her eyes kept drifting to his, and she felt sick. What if he couldn't see? She was afraid to ask, but she didn't have to.

"I can't see," Michael murmured, his voice oddly calm.

Both Sam and Fiona's hearts sank. Sam spoke first.

"You can't see, brother?"

"No."

Sam looked at Fiona. "Elias said this could happen. He said it would probably be temporary."

Fiona nodded, but her mind was already going over different plans. If he couldn't see, he was going to be very vulnerable. She or Sam would need to be with him at all times, and they would not be taking any cases for a while. He would need to be protected, whether he thought so or not. Until his sight came back, their life would be even more dangerous than normal.

Practically reading her mind, Sam murmured, "Where do you want to take him?"

"I'm not sure yet." She was almost reluctant to take him anywhere. At least here, he knew where he was and could probably get around with less assistance. They could protect him here very well, and he would be safe.

Getting to his feet, Sam retrieved his phone. "I'm going to call Maddie and Elias. Maybe he has something that can help."

"Go ahead." Fiona moved closer to Michael and encouraged him to drink more of the water. This was going to be hard, but it was Michael. She would never abandon him.

He took a few more sips of the water before turning away from it. His head was still pounding, and he was starting to feel a little nauseous.

Fiona noticed the look on his face. "Are you going to be sick, Michael?" She had always been in tune with his body, and right now was no exception.

He nodded slightly.

"Okay…" She quickly slid out of the bed, then helped him to his feet. He swayed slightly, and she slid her arm around his waist, supporting him.

He leaned into her, and together they made their way to the bathroom. Just as he reached the toilet, he fell to his knees and started to heave.

"Michael…" Fiona sighed and sank to her knees behind him. "It's okay." She placed her hand on his back and gently rubbed his tense muscles.

Finally there was nothing in his stomach left to lose, and he raised his head, leaning back slightly.

Without hesitation, Fiona pulled him back against her and held him tight. "Everything is going to be okay," she whispered, kissing his temple.

"No, it's not," he groaned softly.

"Why?"

Sam appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, and the sight in front of him broke his heart. Fiona was holding Michael in her arms like she would never let him go. But there was a strange look on his face.

Fiona looked up at Sam. "What did Elias say?"

"He'll be here as soon as he can. I told Maddie to wait until the morning to come." He leaned against the door and watched his best friend.

Fiona nodded slowly. If Maddie came in the morning, they would have more information for her and be more able to handle her. Without thinking, she kissed Michael's head again. Whenever he was sick or injured (after she kicked his ass for being stupid and getting himself hurt in the first place) she was always much more affectionate with him. He was the same with her whenever she was injured or sick.

He tensed when she kissed him, and she frowned. "What's wrong, Michael?"

Michael pulled away from her slightly, and with his next words, Sam and Fiona felt the bottom fall out from under them.

"Who are you people?"

Sam almost laughed. "You're kidding, right, Mikey?"

Michael shook his head, then turned toward the source of the voice belonging to the woman holding him. She sounded kind, and the concern in her voice told him that she wouldn't hurt him. He knew instinctively that he could trust her, whoever she was. But there was also something in his heart that told him she was important to him. He needed her, and he wasn't even sure why.

Fiona looked up at Sam, stunned. "Michael, if this is some kind of joke…"

But the look on her lover's face told her that this was no joke.

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To her credit, Fiona managed to hold it together until after Michael was settled in his bed and sleeping again. Sam watched her closely the entire time, feeling sick.

Once Michael was settled, Fiona backed away from the bed and held her hand to her mouth. He couldn't remember them. He was blind, and he couldn't remember who she was. Her stomach churned anxiously, threatening to rebel against her at any moment.

Sam rubbed his temple, desperate for a very strong drink. This was more frightening than any mission or situation. Mikey had lost his sight and his memory. If they weren't extremely careful, things could get even worse than they already were. "We can't tell anyone else about this."

"I know that," Fiona snapped. If the wrong person found out about this… She didn't even want to think of what could happen. She couldn't even see letting him out of the loft. He wouldn't recognize any enemies, and he might not even know how to use a gun. This was a very precarious situation, and the wrong move could get Michael killed. She would not let that happen. She would sooner die.

Reaching out, Sam squeezed Fiona's arm reassuringly. "Elias will be here soon. He'll know what to do."

Fiona's eyes suddenly filled with distrust. "Are you sure we can trust him, Sam?"

"Absolutely." He would never bring someone around that he didn't trust. Especially now, when Michael was so… for lack of a better word, vulnerable. Michael was his best friend, and it was his job to keep him safe, even if Mikey couldn't remember who they were.

Fiona started to brush off his hand, but she didn't. For once, she was going to allow him to comfort her. She had no idea how they were going to handle this.

All she knew was that Michael needed them, and they had to keep him safe.

They had to.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Like I said, I really hope this isn't cliched or overdone. In a lot of fandoms, this has been done repeatedly, but I don't think I've seen it done here, and I'm pretty excited. Thanks for reading, and please review, cause we are so far from over... *evil laughter*