A/N Sorry. I'll explain myself next chapter.

A name and a face. It wasn't much but it was more than I had had before. My mind still felt lost in the labyrinth I call my brain, but I felt as if I had at least found a pathway. Going from consciousness to unconsciousness was easier now that I had something to hold on to.

"Good morning sunshine," a sarcastic voice shook me from my thoughts. I opened my eyes slowly; letting the letting them adjust to the light. Dark, curly hair and blue eyes. He's a hottie to say the least, but the sarcasm makes me roll my eyes.

"Hola," I reply in an equally sarcastic voice. I quickly did a mental body check before sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the couch.

"Take it easy!" he protested, getting out of his chair and pushing me back down. Well, a girl can only lie on a couch for so many days before she's absolutely fed up with anything but standing, so I slipped out of his gentle grasp and stood, stretching. Black spots danced in front of my eyes, but I didn't give any signs of weakness.

"So who are you?" I asked as I began to pace along the wall, simply enjoying the ability the move.

"You don't remember," he stated in a very dismayed voice.

"Obviously not if I asked your name, buddy," I replied in a chirpy voice, feeling strangely happy. He swore under his breath and sat back down, massaging his forehead with one of his hands.

"This is not good." Well duh.

"Really? Well there's only one way to fix it," I began, standing in front of him, "isn't there?" He looked up, a questioning look on his face.

"What do you propose?" he asked in a monotone-ish voice.

"Answer my questions," I shrug as if it's obvious.

"My name is Joel."

"You got a last name, Joel?" I asked, happy that he was playing along.

"Yes."

"Ooh, you're a feisty one aren't you?" He smirked a little in response and leaned back in his chair.

"Next question," he prompts as he eyes me deviously.

"What is my name?"

"Cameron Morgan. Cammie for short." Ha! So it does start with a 'c'! Unfortunately, the name registers little else.

"Why can't I remember anything?"

He smirk slides off his face and his eyes drop to his lap. The door opens.

"Cause he drugged you. Overdosed you, really." It was him; the same green eyes and hair.

"Zach."

He and Joel exchanged glances. Joel looked down at his lap again and Zach spoke.

"My name is James," he said slowly, monitoring my reaction, "Zach was my twin brother."

"Was-"I had barely choked out when a reel of images assaulted my eyes. Dark passageways and gunshots, rain and blood, an unresponding body, "he promised… What are you?" I looked between the two boys and couldn't help but feel as if I had lost the path again. James and Joel looked at each other again. James nodded and Joel stood.

His fist flew out of nowhere. My hand flashed, deflecting the shot, before a single thought had crossed my mind. His foot quickly followed, but I caught with both hands before it had the chance to do damage. Pushing his foot up, he lost balance and I jumped, landing a roundhouse in his stomach. He grunted and fell back into his chair. I looked down at my hands in amazement. Where the heck had that come from?

I looked up into the barrel of a gun. James's finger wasn't near the trigger; he didn't mean to shoot me. My hands moved again, quickly snapping the gun up and pushing his wrist down. A second later, the gun was in my hands and pointing at him.

"Woah."

James's hands flew back, doing the exact same maneuver and regaining the gun.

"We," he began as he put his gun back, "are spies."

A/N Soooooo…. Yeah….