OMG! I actually finished this chapter before the episode "Blood in the Water" aired! Best episode EVER! (Well, so far), Not to spoil anything, but there was a scene in this episode that made me squeal like a teenage girl! I'm pretty sure you guys can guess what scene I'm thinking of. So, I am sad to say my spring break is over and I'll not have much time for writing. But fear not for I have a plan. I will try and, if possible, give you guys a new chapter every Monday, for I have the Wednesdays and weekends off to write. If I don't post that Monday, then I'll make the next one longer for missing one Monday. I thinking that there will be ten chapters for this story and I might do some one-shot soon, but again things can change, so I'm not promising anything right now. Anyway, on with the show. BIG NOTE: I DON'T OWN MAGNUM P.I.

Higgins' POV

I thought when you died, there would be a white light or the voices of those who went before, would call out to you to find them. And yet, there was nothing. Had I been a "Bad" Christian for killing people and I was actually in Hell itself? Or was this punishment for having doubts in my faith? I did believe that there was an Almighty being that did watch over us, but I did have doubts about where people go when they died. My mum always made us go to church on Sundays, and I even sang in the church choir from age eight to my late teens. But my mum got diagnosed with early-stage dementia when I was fourteen, and she started to forget what day it was, and we would sometimes miss church. I did the best that I could at the time. I started to rush home after every football practice and on some nights, I would sneak out of the house to work in the McCreedy's Pub as a dishwasher. Technically I wasn't old enough to officially work there, but the owner, Scott McCreedy, heard about my mum and said, "Oi lass if you finished the dishes before midnight and don't let the bobbies know about this, I'll give you Sixty quid a night." I became rather good at hiding from the police as I duck into ginnels, which I think helped prepared me for my life as an MI-6 agent. When I wasn't doing that, I was caring for mum by laying her clothes out for her in the mornings and making sure she had a full breakfast before I rushed to school.

For a while that was all that was needed to be done, but once I was out to Uni, my mum's condition got worse. One day while she was home alone, she had gotten hold of her car keys, which I usually hid from her, and had tried driving her car to visit me at Cambridge. She had crashed into a phone box and was sent to the hospital. She had suffered a serious brain injury which only made her dementia worse. I had thought to drop out of Uni and just work at McCreedy's when I was approached by a man named Nathan Filler. He was a recruiter for MI-6 and saw I had potential to become a great agent. I initially turned him down, but when he said that agents get special treatment at the National Health Services, I jump that the opportunity to give the best care for my mum. And for a while it was. It wasn't that she was being mistreated or anything like that, it was just that the illness was grabbing ahold on her and turning her into a person she wasn't. It also didn't help that her brain injury added more problems for her. By this stage in my life, I had stopped going to church as well. Why go to church if you know how it's going to end? Ironically, she passed away on a Sunday and that was the last day I ever went to church.

So, this is my punishment, suck here in limbo for the rest of eternity until the sea runs dry and the sky bleeds red blood. Must I await the coming of the anti-Christ to swallow me? It's in this confusion that I began to hear something. The sound of crashing waves. 'No, it can't be, is it?' I tried to follow where the sound was coming from and when I thought I was getting closer to it, is when I felt as if I was falling. I braced myself for the impact but when nothing came, I reopened my eyes. I was shocked to find that I was in bed faced down in a white fluffed pillow. I slowly began to rise from the bed when I noticed I wasn't in my bed, in fact, I wasn't in Hawaii. It looked as though I was in Thailand, more specifically, in a bungalow near the beach in Pattaya. 'Why am I here? What's going on?' I looked down at myself to see I was in a pair of female boardshorts and a sports bra with a tank top from a yoga studio I don't recognize. As I trying to figure what was going on when I notice that some of my personal effects were placed in an opened travel trunk and on the bedroom vanity. It had some of my jewelry on it, most from my mum and nan that I received throughout my life, but others that I didn't recognize. The three pieces where two rings and dog tags. The two rings were very different, one was a simple silver band and the other was an exquisite large square-cut diamond with a silver band and etching work that made a Victorian vine. I was about to look at the dog tags when I heard a noise come from the downstairs.

I quickly ran to see what was going and found myself in an almost looking loft style area with the kitchen, living, and dining all in one room. The furniture all looked fairly modern with wicker in design and most look like it belonged there. The kitchen had all KitchenAid appliances and black cabinets with white granite countertops. Also, in the kitchen was a man with no shirt and was only wearing swimming trunks. I began to slowly walk towards the man to get a better look when I noticed he had a scar on his left shoulder. 'I have seen that scar before, but where? Who is this?' As I walked closer, a floorboard squeaked alerting the man to turn around. Who it was, sent shivers down my spine. It was Magnum.

"Good morning sleepy head, I made my famous pancakes with blueberries in it, a fresh cut fruit salad, and freshly squeezed mango juice. I almost thought I had to wake you up, we only have six hours left and… Juliet, what's wrong?"

'This cannot be right, I was in the harbor sinking to the ocean. How can I be here, and with Magnum non the less?' Before I could say anything, Magnum quickly pulled one of the kitchen chairs out and place me in it. Once there, Magnum began looking me over to see what was wrong.

He placed his hand over my forehead and said, "Baby, what's wrong? Are you feeling all right? If not I'll take you to the nearest hospital and…"

Before he could continue, I found my voice. "No I don't need a hospital, Magnum. I feel fine." I was in no mood for his game. But apparently, Magnum was up for some game because the next words he spoke where confusing.

"Okay Higgins, I'm not allowed to be nice to my wife on our anniversary. But just so you remember, it was I who thought it would be nice to travel to the one place you always dreamed of going to. So next year, you're in charge of the arrangement on where we go for vacation." He quickly when to the kitchen countertop to retrieve the breakfast he had made and placed it on the kitchen table in front of me.

"What did you say?" I must have heard him wrong. What did he say about WIFE?

"What? Do you mean? The part of next year's anniversary or being nice to you?" he said playfully thinking I was messing with him.

"No, I mean me being your WIFE. Magnum if this is a sick joke, I'm not finding it amusing at all. If this is one of your twisted jokes, I swear I'll…" I stopped mid-sentence to see the horrid look Magnum was giving. It was like I had told him that the apocalypse was coming.

"What do YOU mean? I'm your husband! How could you not…" He too stopped mid-sentence to quickly run up the stairs to retrieve something from the bedroom. A few minutes later, he returned with two silver framed pictures and placed them in front of me.

"There. Tell me you don't remember any of this." The first picture was of Thomas and me, what I assumed, was our wedding day. Thomas was in his white service dress uniform with his hat on while I wore a white satin ball gown with a V-neck cut and laced long sleeves. I had my hair in a messy bun with white orchids behind my right ear. We looked so happy in the picture, as a normal married couple should be. But it was the next picture that nearly stopped my heart. The second one had, of course, Thomas and I in it along with Apollo and Zeus. But there were two small children in there as well. There was a four-year-old little girl with long black and brown highlight hair standing in-between Thomas and I, while the two-year-old boy, who looked exactly like Thomas, was in my arms. Who were these children? I didn't have children least of all with Magnum. When I turned to face him, my expression said it all.

"You don't remember, do you?" The way he said that made me feel as if he had lost all hope.

"I'm sorry I don't." What was going on was this real? Was anything real? Thomas was pacing back and forth trying, I assume, to get his thoughts back in order. He then spoke in an almost sobbing tone.

"How much do you remember?"

"I remember us at the houseboat in Ala Wai and the bomb going off but after that…" I couldn't continue after that, for I too was on the verge of crying. I really wish this was a dream because I would never mean to hurt Magnum in this way in my entire life. I may take shots at him with what he calls my "Brit Humor", but never had I ever meant for it to affect him like this. But when I said the houseboat, he reacted as if I had said the magic word.

"I need to call Doctor Kittson when we get back to the island. Maybe you're just having another one of your memory lapses again, but this could be something more serious. I'll try and find a flight back to Hawaii as soon as possible. If not, I'm sure Robin will send a private jet to get us. Juliet, I want you to stay right here while I make some calls. Please just try and eat. Will you do that for me? Please?" All I could do was nod to him. He quickly left to get his cellphone while I eat breakfast he made for me. I have to say, Thomas is an amazing cook and those pancakes are to die for, I eat everything in sight. By the time I finished and cleaned the dishes, Thomas had both travel trunks in his hand and had changed into a white t-shirt and khaki shorts with flip flops.

"Okay, I have everything packed and ready to go. I also called for a cab to pick us up. We're going to a private airfield where Robin's jet will take us home." I could tell he was holding something back but before I could ask, he spoke. "I have your rings in my pocket, I didn't know if you wanted to wear them or not." He looked awkwardly down at his hand as he reached out to hand them to me. I didn't know what to do at first, but as if on instinct, I placed both rings on my left ring finger. Thomas gave a little smile as if he had hope that everything was going to turnout all right. Before I could ask any questions, a horn from a car was sounding. Thomas nodded his head signaling that was our ride.

Once everything was in the boot of the car, the driver quickly drove through the city of Pattaya to a private airstrip where one of Robin's jets was waiting. The crew placed the luggage in the storage hold and escorted us to our seats. We took off and about thirty minutes of the flight in silence is when I found the courage to speak.

"Thomas?"

"Yes dear… I mean. Yes Juliet, what is it?" I could see this was something he had to get used to saying just my name again and not call me by a pet name.

"Thomas, how long have we been married for? I mean, not to be rude, but you looked as though you haven't aged at all."

He smiled as he was remembering the good memories we must had shared together. 'If they are real memories'. "It was shortly after the houseboat, we were in the hospital together and that's when you told me of your feelings towards me. At first, I thought that you were messing with me and I just playing it out as a joke. But it wasn't til Abby was moving back to the mainland that things changed. I was going to go with her and try to change my lifestyle for her when you told me not to go. You said, 'I would never make you change who you are Thomas, I love your wild antics and cocky attitude and… I just LOVE you, Thomas Sullivan Magnum. Please don't leave me.' It was then I knew I couldn't be with Abby anymore. We started dating and within a few months, we got married. We have been married for about five years now."

"And the children are they…?" I was thinking I knew the answer.

"We have a four-year-old little girl named Katherine and a two-year-old little boy named TJ. It's short for Thomas James." I gave a look to Thomas to explain further, so he did. "It was a few months after your birthday that you noticed that you weren't feeling well. I told you to go to the doctors, but you insisted that you were fine. It wasn't until you fainted at a book party for Robin that we made you go to the hospital and see what was wrong. There we found out that you were about eight weeks pregnant, and that we were going to be parents sometime in October. I could remember the look on your face as the doctor showed you the baby with the sonogram. You looked so amazed at the image, that you always had to have the sonogram picture with you at all times. I mean, you went into super mom mode after finding out. You did every research under the sun to find out how to have a healthy delivery. You did the Lamaze classes, you reworked your yoga routine, and learned this breathing technique that was said to help you in labor or something. But there were days when I just saw you eating a huge double cheeseburger with fries and a large strawberry milkshake, or doing nothing but sleep on the sofa. You did have your occasional mood swing, but nothing so outrageous that I feard that you shoot me for. … Well, there was this one time I made a huge mess in the kitchen in the estate that you asked Kumu where your gun was at. That's when I had to hide all the guns in the house from you. I really thought you were going to shoot me at that time. Anyway, the one moment I will never forget was when you, Zeus, and Apollo were on the bed one night. You were eight months pregnant and you had your belly showing as you watched Katherine kick. Each time she would kick, the boys would bark softly and lick the area where she kicked. Zeus and Apollo where always protective of you, but when you were pregnant, they became hellhounds against any stranger coming toward you and never left your side."

"When is Katherine's birthday?" I wanted to know so badly that I nearly jumped from my seat.

"October 20th. She was supposed to be the 27th but, just like her mother, she made the decision that she wanted out right there and then. She weighed about 5 lbs. 6 oz. and 18" in height. And my God, did she have a lot of hair. Just so you know, she acts just like you in everything. She used to have your skin color but got tanner as she started playing outside with Zeus and Apollo. TJ, on the other hand, is as you put it, a 'cheeky monkey' just like his daddy. He too came as a surprise as we thought that having one child in our lives was okay. But we didn't actually take steps on preventing it either, so another surprise came. TJ was born on July 15th and weighed 6 lbs. 3oz. and was 19".

Wanting to know more about what else I had missed, I asked Thomas what was the 'memory lapses' thing. Thomas made a gulp sound and began. "After the bomb, you began forgetting some minor things, like your keys or where you last put your cellphone at. But there was this one time that you forgot we had a daughter and thought I kidnapped a kid. The doctors did tests and determined that your injuries from the bomb gave you some called a transient global amnesia. They said that with some brain exercises, we could prevent this from having this happen again, but it seems that they were wrong." It was at that moment that he turned his face towards the window of the jet, 'It must be hard for him.'

"Thomas, what's going to happen when we get to Hawaii? Are we going to the hospital or …" As if ready to answer, Thomas quickly respawned.

"We'll go to Queen's Medical Center, they have the neurologist that you have been seeing for the last couple of months now. She knows more than I could tell you and help us figure out what's going on. From there, I don't know. This is something I never thought this would happen again. But don't worry, Robin, Rick, TC, Kumu, and I won't stop finding the best care for you." Thomas got up from his seat and knelt down in front of me and said, "Juliet, I swear to you I will do everything possibly can to love you for the rest of my life. I will love you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more." 'Where those song lyrics from Christina Perri?'

All I could do at that moment was to shed tears. 'How could you hurt a man like that Juliet? Simply, by ripping his heart out.' Thomas took one of his fingers and brushed it against my right cheek. A few moments later, he moved in for a quick kiss on the lips. I didn't know what to do at that moment. I knew this was wrong, for I don't even remember loving Thomas, but it felt so right. If this was real, I would do everything in my power to remember. Thomas sensing my hesitation removed his lips from mine and said, "Maybe you should sleep, this has been a weird day to say at least. There's a private bedroom at the end of the plane, maybe if you fell asleep again, you'll wake up remembering something." I just nod my head in agreement and started heading to the small sleeping quarters, when I turned around to face Thomas again.

"Thomas, I may not remember anything, but I want you to know that I do love you, with all of my heart." And with that, I closed the door and climbed into bed hoping sleep would take me back to reality or the very least, give my memories back.

Magnum's POV

I was allowed to stay with Juliet in her suite, so long as I didn't cause another scene. Katsumoto, Rick, and TC left around 4 o'clock to look in possible leads on where Wesker was and how he plans on getting off the island. I asked the staff if it was alright for me to use the shower in Juliet's bathroom to which they said it was okay. Kumu returned around 4:15 with fresh pairs of clothes for me and Juliet along with a plate of homemade Loco Moco. Thanking Kumu, I quickly use the shower to get the stink of the sea off me. Normally, I love the smell of the sea water on my skin, but the smell of moldy seaweed was a different story. After my shower and I finished eating Kumu's amazing food, is when she left for the night. Kumu had left me with a bag of overnight things like toothpaste, toothbrush, comb, pajamas, along with four t-shirts, all in different colors, and two pairs of pants; my cargo pants, and shorts. She also brought a couple of pairs of my boxers, socks, and my old combat boots.

The nurses were kind enough to show me where the TV remote was and how to unfold one of the sofas into a futon. They dim the lights for me and said they would check on Juliet every hour or so before leaving me alone with her. It was around 9:30 p.m. when I turned the TV on and found out it was a smart TV. I went to the music playlisted app on it and found Christina Perri's song, A Thousand Years. 'Her favorite song.' I hit play and walked over to Juliet, listening to the music. She was still the same, she was still lying in bed with tubes and monitors beeping. It was when the song hit the chorus line that I noticed a single tear falling down Juliet's face. 'Was she waking up! Come on, Juliet! Come on!' But no such luck, the nurses came in and said it was normal for some coma patients to have watery eyes. I brushed the tear away from her right cheek is when I decided to change into my pajamas. By 11 o'clock, I had prepared myself to sleep when I got up from the futon and walked over to Juliet kissed the corner and of her lip. I whispered to her, "Good night, Juliet. Now don't sleep too much, or you won't get any of my famous pancakes tomorrow. In fact, I'll make a special batch with blueberries in it. I know they're your favorite and I'll make them only for you if you wake up. Please, will you do that for me?" When she didn't respawn, I gave her one last kiss goodnight before turning in for the night. For when the morning rises, David Wesker will have Hell to pay.

Again, please review and leave suggestions for the next chapter for I am readying myself for the season finale. I love this show and I can't wait for the next season to air. So cheers Lovelies and see you in the next chapters.

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