A/N: Hey guys! Here's the next chapter but just one thing first:

To carsonvicto: regarding your review about the French I put in a few chapters ago, I completely understand your reaction to my mistakes. And I have to say I feel extremely bad for getting it wrong, it's been a while since I actually wrote let alone spoke in French so I hope you can forgive the errors. If in the future I use another language I will check and make sure I am right before putting it in. Thank you for your input though!

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Chapter: 8

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"Okay Tori, I'm going to show you some pictures and you're going to tell me if you've seen these people before," a nice woman in a white lab coat stated. Tori, who sat across from her nodded mutely. Her head ached, right at the temples. She didn't know why her head hurt, or who this woman was, but that was okay. They said they were trying to help her and they didn't seem to be doing anything wrong. Even moving her head hurt, her short hair, barely tickling her shoulders hung free and wavy. Smiling the woman held up a picture. In it was a little boy with light brown hair and green eyes. He was smiling at the camera, "Have you seen this boy before?" the lady asked. Tori frowned, scrunching her eyes. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought she heard the sound of a child laughing,

"No, never," she murmured, uncertain by the sound of laughter and joy. The woman beamed,

"Now what about these people?" she held up another photo, this time filled with six people, no seven…but the seventh person was blurred out of the photo…Tori felt like she knew all those people but couldn't quite place it,

"Nope," Tori said. The woman smiled and looked back at the man in the tan colored trench coat and black hat,

"Success Mac, she has no clue,"

"No clue about what?" Tori asked, concerned…should she have known those people, and if she did…how was it a success that she didn't remember them. For the first time since she woke up, Tori felt afraid. Mac, trench coat guy, stood up from where he had been leaning against the wall of the pristine white room,
"Nothing you need to worry about Tori. You are a very remarkable person. Someone who can change the world, we just need to make sure you're up to date," he made her sound like an iPhone,

"But who were those people?" Tori asked,

"No one you need to worry about," the woman said, "Now come, we need to test some things,"

"Test?" Tori asked, the back of her neck prickled, like goosebumps,

"Nothing too strenuous," Mac said with a gleam Tori didn't like in his eyes, "We're about to change the world—,"

Tori woke up gasping for breath, heart racing at the realization that she had had the same exact dream a few nights before. It was the same dream…did that mean it was just recurring, or—or every time they erased her mind they did the same exact things again. There were memories within memories that she still didn't remember. They could have done a million different things to her and she might possibly never remember them. Hugging herself to keep the goose-bumps racing up her body at bay she tried not to think about that and focused on calming her heart-beat and breathing.

It was scary not remembering who you were or where you came from, and it was exponentially worse when you were experimented on by a mad scientist. Tori had been writing entries to a cyber diary just in case she ever lost her memories again. Doing that may be overly paranoid, but it made her feel better. She took out her computer and started typing again only to stop at the sight of a FaceTime request from a few minutes ago from Ali, perking up at bit she hit accept. Tori nearly cried out of happiness at the sight of Ali and Cam.

Ali was starting to look so much like Maud, though Max was present in her eyes and nose, even if it had only been six months, and little Cameron was starting to shoot up like a weed. Their, no Ali and Cameron's, uncle Arthur was in a background drinking tea,

"Oh wow, you actually responded. It's like two am there,"

"It's seven there, what are you doing up so early?" Tori asked, hoping she didn't sound too breathless or frightened,

"School dear sister school," Ali said, "And just to be clear, school in the UK is better than school in America,"

"You go to an American school there Ali,"

"That's what I told her!" Cameron piped up, "She wouldn't listen!" Ali glared at Cameron,

"Everything's better here! Coca Cola, the law, the drinking age…everything!"

"Ali, you're only thirteen,"

"Only five more years!" Ali singsonged. Tori rolled her eyes and didn't even consider telling Ali that she could probably drink if she really wanted to, Europe and the UK weren't so strict when it came to age requirements,

"Where's Liam?" she asked. Ali groaned and rolled her eyes,

"He's been acting like an arse—that's UK slang for ass by the way—ever since we got here!"

"For six months really?" Tori asked ignoring the fact that she already knew what arse meant and feeling guilty again, it was her fault. She was the one who dropped the half-sibling bomb on them after telling them she was staying in Gotham after their parents had died,

"Well, not the whole time," Cameron allowed, "And it's not completely your fault, he's been—having a hard time since 'what happened,'" Cameron spoke in a whisper, as if afraid Liam would hear him,

"Put him on the screen, I'll talk to him," Tori said. Ali shook her head and Cameron just looked down right sad,

"That won't work," Ali said before leaning close and whispering close to the mic, "Plus Arthur's in the room. He's a little mean to Liam since he's not our full-blooded brother," Tori nearly growled in anger. Family was family no matter who or where you came from,

"That's not right,"

"It's not all about that!" Cameron snapped at Ali, who pinched him in return, "It's because Arthur's been annoying him about college and stuff. He's been insisting that he stay in the UK for University instead of going back to America," it appeared he and Ali were taking turns whispering into the mic. Tori did not like this one bit,

"Where is Liam at this moment?"

"Probably at a pub," Ali said thoughtfully, "Arthur doesn't approve of that either," Tori wondered if they realized he was right behind them,

"I see," she said instead of asking,

"He'll go to school though, I don't think he even gets drunk there. I think he leaves just to get out of the flat,"

"Is this what you called me about?" Tori asked, "To dump domestic issues and prove you two are turning into complete Brits?"

"No, we wanted to wish you a happy birthday!" Ali said, "I know you thought we forgot, but we didn't!"

"Did you get our card?" Cameron asked,

"Yeah, I got it yesterday. I loved it!" Tori said,

"I'll expect the same on my birthday!" Ali said, pointing her finger accusingly at Tori,

"I have amnesia, I had to ask when everyone's birthday was and even now they've all blurred into meaningless numbers," Tori said,

"It's in December," Ali groaned,

"I'll write that down," Tori said, "I've found that writing things down helps me remember,"

"Good God it's like she is bloody senile," Ali said, smacking her hands to her face. Tori laughed and rolled her eyes,

"Shit happens, I like to write things down. I never want to forget things again,"

"Okay, we need to go otherwise we'll be late. Bye Tori! I'll tell Liam to call you or something!" Ali said before closing the laptop on her end. Sighing Tori looked at the clock, it was barely past three. She was still shaking from her dream and wasn't ready to go back to sleep just yet. Tori opened her computer again and started typing her life story as she remembered it, maybe if she could map out a timeline of everything she learned over the course of her return home everything else will fall into the right places and become clear, bright and happy memories. Grasping that hope she worked until she unceremoniously fell asleep.

Tori was dead the next morning during math first period. She could not keep her eyes open. If it wasn't for Stephanie poking her in the arm repeatedly, she would have passed out on her desk,

"What is wrong with you?" Stephanie whispered,

"I haven't been sleeping well," Tori said out of the corner of her mouth,

"Because?"

"Memories,"

"You get them when you sleep?"

"They're like dreams, but memories," Tori said,

"About?"

"Nothing," Tori said,

"You should tell us what they're about,"

"Why?"

"Because,"

"Because why?"

"It might make you feel better,"

"Yeah…no,"

"You were held against your will by an evil scientist, you should talk otherwise things will haunt you. Trust me I know,"

"And how would you know?" Tori snapped slightly. She didn't mean for it to come out so sharply but Stephanie flinched and got a faraway look in her eyes. Tori didn't like that, she didn't look like the usual Stephanie anymore…was she mad at her? She mused over this for the rest of class. Was there something that had happened that she couldn't remember that Stephanie could relate to? Had she been kidnapped? Tori worried about it until lunch when she grabbed Tim by the arm out into the hallway,

"I think Stephanie's mad at me," she said, "Help me!"

"And I'm supposed to help you how?"

"You're dating her! You know her moods!"

"You're her friend, shouldn't you know her moods too?" Tim asked, all superior,

"AMNESIA!" Tori shouted,

"Right, right!" Tim said, "I forgot…hehe, I forgot you have amnesia," Tori giggled,

"You're right that was funny," she said as they continued laughing at his stupid joke before she shoke her head and refocused, "Okay, that's besides the point. We were talking during math and all of a sudden she just shut down, like I had said something wrong,"

"I did notice that…and I haven't seen her since math to ask her what happened," Tim mused, biting his lip in thought,

"Huh, we do both do that," Tori said,

"What?"

"Oh Bruce said we both do the same things when we're nervous or thoughtful and…you know what never mind,"

"What were you talking about?" Tori relayed her conversation to Tim and his expression turned grim,

"Oh no, I fucked up didn't I? What did I do wrong?" Tori moaned, leaning against a nearby locker, putting her head in her hands,

"It's not really your fault, you don't remember everything but…it's a pretty big thing," Tim said,

"Well what is it?" Tim quickly and quietly told her what happened between Stephanie and Black Mask and how she nearly died as well as started a gang war,

"Oh…wow, I suck," Tori said shaking her head, "I need to see her and tell her I'm sorry,"

"Wait, let me talk to her first. She'll come to you, I know she'll feel guilty for being mad at you since it isn't technically your fault. I'll let her know you know,"

"Okay…thanks," Tori said as she turned to re-enter the cafeteria but Tim grabbed her arm,

"Wait, Tori, Stephanie's right though. You should talk about what you are remembering. Sometimes it all becomes too much and you need to let it all out or let off steam. Not talking allows it to build up and burst at a random time," Tim said. Tori bit her lip worriedly, "You're worrying again," Tim said with a slight smile on his face,

"Shush, I'll take that into consideration Tim. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm hungry," with that she left Tim in the hall, with no intention on taking up his advice.

A/N: I don't really know all that much about Stephanie, but I think she hasn't been given that much credit for her role in the Batfamily. I had to include her since Tori needed a best friend! Anymore info about Stephanie that you guys think I should add or somehow mention in this story just write a review or PM me and I'll try and fit it in. Keyword try I do already have a lot of this story written but I'll try and fit things in if you ask me too. Thanks and REVIEW!