I got inspired to write another chapter or two. This story is more like a few stories inside of a story, tbh. It's Morgan x OFC centered though, so if you're into that, thanks for giving this a read. A little more about Vivienne comes out here too.

They're both meant to be flawed and hurt people, tbh. I wanna try to make this a slow burn type thing. His amnesia won't last too long, but it'll be a little longer before he remembers everything. The argument he's remembering is the last one he had with Kiki, btw.


THREE

2 and a half weeks later

He sat straight up in bed as things came back to him, blindsiding him almost.. Not whole memories or everything he'd forgotten, but the doctors said that most likely, his amnesia was short term and that it would return like this.

His name was Morgan Corinthos.

He had an older brother, Michael and a younger sister, Josslyn.

His mother and father were Carly and Michael Corinthos Jr, aka Sonny Corinthos.

He'd had a gambling addiction at some point that had gotten him thrown out of Vanderbilt and that had been how he met Kiki Jerome, the girl he'd been involved with until about the middle of last year or later.

He'd most recently been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. The doctors had told him that, but now he remembered the things he'd done while in the grips of an episode and he remembered voluntarily having himself hospitalized for a few months when things got really out of hand and scary.

"Mom?" Morgan's voice cut through Carly's half sleeping and half awake state and she bolted upright in her spot on the small sofa near her son's hospital bed. She managed to stop him from leaving the room and got him back into bed, letting him see she was there, it seemed to calm him down a little. He hugged her and she hugged him, sobbing tears of joy. "How much do you remember?"

He repeated everything that he'd remembered to her and she nodded, adding in information that he left out like the doctors had told her she could do in small amounts.

One thing was bothering him though… He knew that V still felt familiar, that he definitely knew her from somewhere.. But he didn't know where. Had they just started dating or something and been about to break up before his accident?

'No, that fight you've been remembering was one you had with Kiki over a year ago. Stop pushing. It'll come to you.' Morgan stopped himself from pushing too hard. He did eye the door and Carly said quietly, "She hasn't been here." as Morgan's face fell a little more.

Carly knew that the girl who'd saved her son's life had been there, she'd seen her sitting at his bedside but she'd went down to the vending machines and let Vivienne have a few minutes. She wasn't sure why but she'd done it.

It didn't mean she trusted her any more or any less than any of Morgan's other conquests, but the girl had saved his life, Carly figured that the few visits here and there, always when Morgan was out from the pain medication she'd noticed, that it was a small price to pay. Her son was alive and on the road to recovery.

If the paths of her son and that girl hadn't crossed on the night of his accident, he wouldn't even be here right now.

The girls words had come back to her, though and when Morgan asked if Carly was sure that Vivienne hadn't been there that day, Carly did as Vivienne told her on the night she'd called to let them all know he wasn't dead like they'd feared.. She'd lied.

"I'm not imagining her, Mom. She really exists… Doesn't she?" Morgan asked, now officially stumped. Every detail about her was vivid and realistic, he could easily see her in his mind, hear her voice, remember how gently she'd dealt with patching him up the night of his accident.. But his parents acted weird whenever he asked about her.

"She does, Morgan, but… She's just a bystander who found you, okay?"

"No, that's not it, it can't be.. It just.. It feels like there's more."

"Well there's not. Trust me." Carly said it as calmly as possible, so as to keep from letting Morgan get upset, but she could sense it.. Morgan was really stressing out about seeing the girl again.

Even though Carly didn't personally think it was the best idea.. Even before the accident, Morgan hadn't been in a good place mentally.

'And there had to be a good reason that Vivienne warned him away from her as well.' Carly's mind weighed in, further reinforcing that she was doing the right thing in sticking to her story and not going to find Vivienne in the hospital as she did her rounds and bringing Vivienne to her son.

Morgan got the feeling that his mom wasn't being entirely honest with him but rather than ruin the moment, he kept quiet. After all, if he had bipolar, then he might be better off not questioning too much.. Even though everything in him wanted to know why Vivienne felt like someone he'd known before his wreck and not just right after he'd had it and she'd apparently saved his life.

The door opened and Sonny walked in, coffee in hand, doctor hot on his heels. The doctor took Morgan's vitals and then gave Morgan more good news. "You should be able to go home and return to your normal daily routine by the end of the weekend, Morgan. Have you remembered anything?"

Morgan nodded and told the doctor everything he remembered and after a talk with him and with his parents, the doctor left. His mom left ten minutes later to go and check on the daily runnings at her hotel and his father went to check in with Jason. It left him lying there and lost in his own mixed up thoughts until Josslyn came in.

Josslyn hugged her brother and started to cry happy tears when her brother remembered who she was instead of giving her a stiff and stranger like hug and then he asked her quietly, "The night they bought me here, Josslyn.. Did you see the girl who did it?"

"I did."

"Were we together before? Or … Because everything in me is telling me that I know her from somewhere, that I didn't just make her up. Mom and Dad act like I'm nuts and when I ask Michael or Dante, they're not even sure who or what I'm talking about.. Kristina just tells me it's complicated but I know you won't keep anything from me."

Josslyn knew it wasn't a good idea, but she slid the door shut and told him quietly, "You'd met her earlier that night, gotten her number.. Kristina though.. She and Molly both said that you two knew each other in school, that Vivienne even tutored you a lot in English and Bio… And… The night all this happened, Morgan… Vivienne told us to act like you two were strangers."

"Why the hell?"

"I don't know either.. Maybe it's the fact that she works at Vaughn's and she thinks that Mom and Sonny wouldn't approve or something… I mean she seemed really nice and not at all like the kind of person you'd normally see working at Vaughn's."

"Vaughn's as in.."

"Mhmm." Josslyn nodded and then biting her lip she dug around in her messenger bag.. She'd honestly been coming today as a last resort to restore her big brother's memory. She'd brought photo albums, newspapers, anything that might help trigger a memory. One of those things was a long forgotten yearbook from shortly before he left Madison Prep for that boarding school in Tennessee.

When Morgan opened it, he read the notes and stuff scrawled in the cover pages and then he scanned the table of contents, finding his grade.

When he got to it, a folded letter fell out.

Josslyn picked it up and unfolded it, eyes darting over the page. She raised a brow as she realized that it was apparently written by Vivienne, stuck into the yearbook and forgotten.

"I wonder how that got in there.." Morgan mused as Josslyn held it out to him and then told him with an impish grin, "And now, Morgan, you have an actual mystery to solve.. Because this is from Vivienne."

He took the letter and read it, sitting in silence as he did so. Josslyn had to leave a few minutes later, right around the time that Morgan was making it to the third page…

excerpt from letter

I know you don't really know me, Morgan, but I need to say this before they send you away.. I've probably had a silent crush on you since about 8th grade.. You remember that? Those varsity football players were ganging up on me, being really crude and you came and you got them to leave me alone? We had English together and I spent that whole year thinking that you were this amazing and sweet guy and I wanted to get to know you better but I didn't dare… I don't dare.

I know I should have at least try, I should still try now, especially if those feelings never went away with time like they're supposed to, they only grew a little more but… I'm scared.

I'm scared if I let it all go, if I took a chance and I told you, you'd laugh your ass off. I mean you're practically royalty. I'm just trash. Dad says that I'm never gonna be special and that I'll be lucky if anyone ever gives a shit about me, that I'm lucky he didn't just leave me in the hospital and didn't let DHS have me when my mom bailed the week after I was born.

But that's not why I'm writing this.

I'm writing this, Morgan, because I know you're going to leave soon and I know I'll never see you again. And I don't like the idea of leaving anything left unsaid or undone. I want you to know that I do believe that I love you even though I'm only 16. I know people always say that you don't know what you want from one minute to the next at that age, Morgan, but I look at you and I just know.. But knowing and doing something about it, acting on it… Those are totally different things, aren't they?

Because I can't.

Sometimes, knowing something doesn't make it the logical answer or the best choice. So maybe it's better I just stop now, with this.. I love you. Be safe in Tennessee, don't let anybody ever change you to fit some fucked up vision that they have of how you should be. You're too good for that and you deserve better. You are just as good as your older brother, okay?

No, scratch that, you're better. There's no offense to Michael in that, either. I just know you need to hear that because you were saying on Tuesday that you felt like your parents were disappointed in you, that you wouldn't ever be half the guy Michael is.

You're more, okay? I know what you'll do to make your friends happy, I saw you stopping that bully from messing with your little sister and I saw you sticking up for Molly when she and TJ were fighting.

But you're leaving and I'll be stuck here and you'll probably never come back here. I mean I know what you were telling me, you wanna get the hell out of Port Charles, you want to go somewhere nobody knows the last name Corinthos. You want to be your own man one day and you don't think you can do that here, so I know that when you graduate, you probably won't ever set foot back in Port Charles.

If I'm wrong and one day, our paths cross again, it'll make me really happy because honestly? I don't see this feeling vanishing overnight. It hasn't yet. But I'm not gonna actively try and pursue you.. Because I know I'd never be enough to make you happy.. I don't even know that I'll ever really be happy with myself and for me to try and make a move, for it to actually work, I'd have to be happy and comfortable in my own skin first.. That's the thing, Morgan, I don't know I'll ever be.

Yours,

Vivienne.

If you get this and it makes things awkward, Morgan, just ignore me. It won't hurt me, okay? I'm a little tougher than you realize and I won't blame you. This is a lot to dump on a person, especially if they barely know you from a hole in the ground to begin with.

I just wanted you to know.

End of excerpt

Morgan finished reading and he sat there, trying to put pieces together. But the letter in his hands confirmed what he knew.. He had known her before the night of his accident.

Evidently, she'd known him too.

The medicine for his pain started to kick in and he found himself drifting off to sleep.