Hello everyone. I know this week's update is a day early, and I have a reason for that. You see, tomorrow I will be moving on campus at the college I am attending, and I'm unsure when I'll be able to get my wireless all set up. So, rather than have this chapter sit around for heaven only knows how long, I thought I'd update today and get it out of the way. Besides, this is a chapter that I really enjoyed writing.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT or any of its characters. Chris Nova belongs to Solaris Prime. I have Amy and Gage.

Waking up after the electroshock treatment left Amelia in a daze as her eyelids groggily opened and the red bricks of her room came into view. Her head was swimming and she felt like she was in a daze for a moment. She slowly sat up on her mattress, resting her head in her hands when the room started spinning. She hadn't felt this bad since that fight with the Shredder up on the roofs. As Amy finally pushed herself out of bed, she could hear voices echoing from the lower level of the lair.

"Dr. Fogg thought it would be best if I brought her to the place she lived in most of her life, if possible. Since it was more than possible, I thought it'd be a good idea. Besides, it would do you all some good to spend some time with her now that she's been through the treatment," a man's voice said. It was vaguely familiar to Amy, though she couldn't quite place who it belonged it.

It was as though she'd known him in a dream. But who could be in the lair that she didn't know, she wondered. As she made her way out of her room, her view came upon her four brothers, Master Splinter, Mona Lisa—where had she come from?—and a young man that looked only somewhat familiar to her. Again, it was as though she'd known him from a dream. They all looked up as she emerged from her room, and she could read the concern on all their faces.

"Amy, you should be lying down. Are you sure you're alright?" Donatello asked carefully. Amy smiled softly.

"I feel fine, Donny. I'm a little tired, but otherwise good. What happened last night? I feel like I must have gotten hit in the head pretty hard." She slid down one of the nearby pipes to the floor, holding it for an extra moment to be sure she was still steady. Why was she having such a hard time keeping her balance?

"You had your treatment this morning. Don't you remember?" Amelia's brows furrowed in confusion.

"What treatment?" she asked.

"Your treatment with Dr. Fogg. Amy, you can't tell me you don't remember what's been going on for the past few months," the familiar stranger said. Amelia now took a step back.

"Do I… know you?" Now everyone's expressions stiffened, as though she'd just said something that worried them greatly. "What's with you guys? And where's Chris? Was there a fight last night or something? Is he hurt?"

"Amy… This is Gage. He's your fiancée," Leonardo said softly, motioning towards the familiar stranger.

"My what?" she demanded.

Amelia looked back to the man—Gage, apparently—and took in his features. Her eyes narrowed as she studies his strong facial features, high cheek bones, dark hair and eyes. He was taller than her, though not by very much, and was dressed very casually. He was handsome, she had to admit, though he now looked saddened. As she continued to stare at him, Amelia began to understand more and more why he appeared so familiar to her. She only vaguely remembered meeting him in a back alley, when he'd stopped some Purple Dragon thugs from attacking her. That felt like a dream to her, or a dream within a dream. It didn't feel real; not like something that actually happened.

"You… you don't remember me?" Gage asked dejectedly. Amy shook her head slowly, closing her eyes as she tried to pull forth memories. For reasons she wasn't entirely sure of, it hurt her to see him looking sad.

"I-I think I do… a little. It feels like a dream, though. I don't know what's real and what's not." She groaned as a headache began pounding behind her eyes. A pair of rough, scaly hands rested on her shoulders and she looked over to see Leonardo holding her carefully.

"Don't push yourself. It's alright, Amy," he murmured.

"I feel like I should remember you, Gage. I guess I really should since you're my fiancée and all… Man, that just sounds weird to say. Who would have guessed I'd ever find someone to deal with all this weirdness?" Leo guided her to the couch and sat beside her as the rest of her family, Mona and Gage sat around her as well. "So, what's going on? Why don't I remember him? And what is this treatment that you were talking about?"

Gage sighed heavily. "It's a long story."

"They electrocuted me?" Amelia demanded once the story had been told. Her mind was still reeling at the thought that she'd nearly fallen off a building, chasing a hallucination of Lord only knows what. But the fact that her doctor—which she was still surprised she'd even agreed to see—had thought electrocuting her was the best option to put an end to the hallucinations was even more unsettling.

"He thought it would be best in helping to stop your symptoms," Gage explained.

Amy scoffed. "Makes you wonder which is worse—the symptom or the cure. I don't remember how long we've been together, Gage. I barely remember meeting you."

"Coming up on two years."

"What?"

"In just a few months, we'll have been together for two years," Gage answered.

"Wow. Who would've guessed? So, I take it my brothers and Master Splinter gave their consent."

"After a few trials," Mikey answered with a chuckle, leaving Amelia confused still.

She didn't know anything beyond the fact that she'd gotten electroshock treatment because her mind had begun to deteriorate. No explanation was given, but she could guess it was probably due to all the fighting and trauma in her past. She didn't remember any of her time with Gage, excluding fleeting half-memories that primarily consisted of meeting him in that back alley in the middle of the day.

"So, you still haven't told me where Chris is in all of this," Amy finally said. Her brothers looked a bit uncomfortable again, but it was Raphael who spoke first this time.

"Moved outta the city," he answered.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Don elaborated quickly. "He moved out into the countryside." Amy frowned, remembering how Chris had loathed the old farmhouse they'd hid out in after Shredder's return.

"But… Chris hated the country."

Michelangelo shrugged. "Changed his mind, I guess."

"You guess? You mean he didn't tell you guys anything?"

"You were the last person to see him," Mikey answered, only to earn a smack upside the head from Raph. A frown crossed Amy's features as she processed what she'd just heard. Chris had left, she'd been the last person to see him and she didn't even remember it? What kind of sister was she? Amy groaned, this time in frustration.

"I hate not remembering anything."

"Just give it time," Mona suggested. "I'm sure it'll come back to you."

Gage's hands clenched into fists as his side as he stared at Jonas Fogg. He was as frustrated as Amy that she couldn't remember their time together. He'd wanted to help her let go of Chris and put her mind at ease, not erase her mind of everything.

"A little loss of memory is normal," Dr. Fogg assured him.

"I couldn't give a flying fuck what's normal. Neither of us has had a normal day in years," Gage retorted.

"Her memory is there somewhere. You and her family just have to help her remember. Keep it light at first, that's best. Be careful that's she's not distressed, and when the time's right tell the rest. As she is right now, she doesn't remember the death of Chris."

"But with nothing to remember, is there nothing left to grieve?"

Please R&R.