A/N: Final chapter-Yay! Thank you all for patience and love. This story really was fun to write-at the time I had no real interest in writing a full story, but had 3 scenes I wanted so badly to write that I got them to mesh together and create this fic. The other scenes were the first scene of the whole story and the idea of Natalie giving into Mitch (with John there to rescue her) The last scene I wanted to write is the last first and last scene of this chapter. Until next time-ya'll are the best! ~PCGirl.

John sat against the end of the bed-a beer in hand. The past week had been crazy-one minute he thought he was going to be a father, and the next one he found out he hadn't been for weeks and yet Marty hadn't thought it would be in his best interest to tell him. As if he didn't care.

She'd dumped him today-actually tonight as he closed up Rodi's. Told him she'd seen how he kept glancing over at Natalie when she'd come in with her sister earlier. That it was obvious he still cared for her, and that she couldn't be in a relationship with two people at the same time.

Of course he still cared for Natalie-but right now it didn't matter because she didn't remember a thing about their relationship. He'd actually called Crosby earlier in the day to talk about Natalie's memories. But he'd told him to let her be-that it was dangerous to try and push memories onto someone that wasn't ready to receive them yet.

Going over to the bottom drawer of the dresser he pulled out a box and began to look through it. He wondered if Marty had ever snooped and found it. Wondered what she would say if she knew she was right and that he still held onto something that had been gone for years.

It was ironic that the item on top was the last part of their relationship he still had. He could recite the items on the paper by heart—bread, toilet paper, tissues, John's ice cream, paper towels, beer, snacks, soap, cereal.

He went through other items on the box, letting himself commiserate again on letting her slip so far out of his life that when she gave up everything for her family's safety that her memories of him didn't return as well.

Shaking it all off he had to get out of here-there were too many memories living in this room now that it was suffocating him. He'd never abandon them

Natalie sat straight up in the bed-looking outside she saw it was already dark. How long had she slept? When the light from the lamp filled the room she began to remember her dream.

She'd been in a hole in the ground-dark, damp, and alone. She remembered notching out footsteps at the wall and climbing. Climbing all the way to the top and trying to get out and just as suddenly she was falling. It had been the fall and hitting the cold wet ground that had woke her up-was it all her imagination or had that really happened to her?

It had been a week now, and while most memories had come back the ones that hadn't were what puzzled her the most. Jessica's constant asking if she remembered John McBain was the most. If he'd been that big a part of her life why did she remember nothing?

Getting out of bed she went to the closet-she'd seen the edge of a box on a high shelf and decided to investigate it.

There was no writing on the outside of the box, but opening it she found odds and ends-everything seeming foreign to her. The first thing she saw was a napkin from Rodi's-with John's name written on it, and a number below. She smirked at questioning why she would keep it, and then remembered something.

So what do you say? One last game, winner keeps the table. That's more like it.

Are you setting me up, McBain, hustling me?

It's a good table. You didn't think I was going to give up that easy, did you?

And - um - I'll miss you.

Well, I tell you what, here's my number. Maybe you'll use it sometime.

I will.

She smiled-it wasn't much, but it was a start. Putting the paper to the side she picked up a photo of the two of them. It looked like it was outside of Rodi's again, "Rodi's must be our place," she said out loud and let another memory come back.

"Hey kids, what are we celebrating?" asked Rex as he saw the two of them hand in hand walking towards Rodi's.

"I made it into the Forensic program," smiled Natalie proudly, and looked up at John.

"Congrats, Natty," said Rex as he gave her a hug. "Like we ever doubted it. Right, John?"

"Definitely," he nodded, rubbing Natalie's neck.

"Let's take a picture to commemorate the moment," said Rex as he randomly pulled out a camera and the two posed.

Her mind ran with thoughts at the end of the memory. Had she made it through the program? What had caused her and John to break up? Looking deeper into the box she saw the edge of a chain in the bottom of the box, and pulled it out, looking at the charred remnants of a medal. "Who were you?" she wondered out loud as she remembered a scene.

"Yeah, they - they say that St. Jude's supposed to look after cops."

"Actually, St. Michael is the patron saint of policemen. St. Jude is for lost causes."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he's supposed to make the impossible possible."

"Big job. Merry Christmas, John."

She smiled at the memory, and suddenly another memory flashed in front of her. One with her Uncle Bo placing the now charred medal in her hand.

Her breath hitched as she felt the pain of losing him once again. Even though she knew he was alive and well on the other side of town it hurt to relive the memories of a world without him. And she realized she needed to get to him now.

John walked back into the room-the cool night air on the roof had settled him some. Maybe he'd go talk to her tomorrow-have her come with him to the roof or Rodi's-despite what Crosby had said earlier and help her remember them.

He stopped when he saw the mass huddled on the floor by the bed-the light from the lamp he'd left on shone on her hair, and he knew it was her, "Natalie," he whispered as he rushed to her side and found her asleep.

Pushing some hair out of her face he spoke softly, "Hey-wake up."

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled, "John."

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" he asked as he noticed the items he'd left on the floor and another box with items in it he thought he'd never see again.

"I started remembering," she said as she sat up and put the box she'd brought with her in her lap. "At first it was small things-like these," she said motioning to the napkin and picture. "But then-I found St Jude. I had to see you."

John smiled as he pulled out the piece of medal that was left and rubbed it between his fingers, "I guess he helped us find each other again. Maybe St Dwynwen helped some too," he said as he pulled it out from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Hopes and wishes of true lovers," she said quietly to herself. "It's a big job."

"Yeah," he nodded in thought, and then quickly pulled her in for a kiss.

"John," she said as she pulled out of it and stared into his blue eyes. "What does it all mean?"

"I don't know," he said shaking his head. "All I know is I need you-tonight and always."

"I like that idea," she said as they abandoned all the memories that sat on the floor and began to create new ones together.