She was right: who the hell could I even pretend to be if I didn't have memories from either life? Names don't make a person, it's the memories that make up life that make a person.

But I did remember on some level, didn't I?

I remembered how to fight in practical situations from all those ghost fights.

I remembered Tucker's easy-going attitude before I even knew his name again.

I remembered Sam's strong personality and the walls she kept up to keep pain out.

I remembered that stupid thermos, even if I didn't have a clue what it was for.

I remembered the ghosts, even if I still didn't know their names.

I remembered Sam's eyes before I'd even fully woken up.

"Yoohoo, Earth to ghost-boy!" I hadn't realized I'd spaced out until Sam finally managed to get my attention. That was another thing I remembered, being called ghost-boy, even if the context was generally not nearly as friendly.

"Sorry, I spaced out a bit," I replied.

"You okay? I know this can't be easy on you." Sam smiled one of those rare smiles, and I brought on a smile of my own in return.

"I'm fine." That's what I said, but it wasn't entirely true, and we both knew it. "I just... I do remember the things that are important, but I can't get the details or even specific events, but I remember things important to me."

Sam's eyes lit up a bit. "What do you remember?"

"I remember how to fight from hunting all those ghosts, I remembered yours and Tucker's personalities, I remember the ghosts and that stupid thermos..." I trailed off, trying to convince myself to keep going. "I remembered your eyes before I'd even fully opened my own." I smiled, and Sam gave a sad smile in return.

She looked down at the table. "I just wish I knew if that was really you or his ghost half imprinting memories in your mind." I saw a tear start to form in her eye, her walls were breaking. "Damn it," she muttered. "I'm sorry, I've gotta go."

Sam practically ran out the door, but I ran after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back just outside the Nasty Burger.

"I may not remember much, but I do remember this." I pulled her close. "Please don't kill me..."

I kissed her, hard, finally giving into the urge I'd been trying not to admit to all this time. Maybe I didn't remember everything in the stunning detail some people do, but she was familiar. I knew Sam, and that's really all that mattered to me. Sam returned the kiss with a passion even though I really had been expecting her to kick my ass when I started this.

I pulled back after few moments. "Look, Sam, I know I don't remember everything I should, but I know who I am and I know what you mean to me."

"Danny?" Her heart and mind knew what I was saying, even if her eyes didn't want to believe it.

I nodded. "I don't remember specifics, but I remember feelings and I sure as hell can't forget the ones I have for you."

She hugged me, then pulled back, a playful little smile on her face. "You do realize you're starting to sound a little cheesy, right?"

My hand went to the back of my neck. "I was afraid of that." She smirked as I wrapped an arm around her. "So...how long have you known?"

"Since the beginning, but Tucker refuses to believe it." She stared at the ground. "I don't know how we're going to convince Tucker of this. He's pretty hell bent on having absolute proof before he'll believe anything."

I held my hands up. "Your job, not mine!" Sam swatted my shoulder and I just laughed at her. This was familiar, this was the life I was supposed to lead. Screw everything I'd been told I was supposed to be, this was me now, and Sam was where I belonged. I just hoped Tucker would be willing to welcome me back into the fold as easily as Sam did.

I don't know why I was so willing to believe what he was telling me, maybe I just wanted my Danny back, even if he couldn't remember everything.

Or it could have been the kiss. That could have played a part in it to...

Comments and feedback are as welcome as always!

Now...to not fail my classes... :P

Invisible One