A firm hand placed itself on Rosalie's knee and stopped her incessant foot tapping.

She turned to her tense brother and looked at him sheepishly – it was her own way of offering an apology without having to say a word.

Tony nodded his head in acknowledgement before looking down and reading the information that he had been given for a trial once again.

With his rather stoic expression and fidgeting fingers, Rosalie didn't know who was more nervous about finally meeting one of the medical professionals who had cared for Tony during his absence. She certainly was nervous and excited to fill in a missing piece of Tony's puzzle, particularly since her hard work and determination had led to it being found.

She found herself staring at her brother and noticed again his recent habit of bringing his hand to his chest beneath his tie. She quirked an eyebrow and joined the ticking of the clock in breaking the silence.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

Tony's hand fell to his side and his defensive eyes glanced her way.

"Do what?"

She leaned back on the lounge, crossed her legs and gave Tony a questioning stare. Tony suddenly felt like he was in the witness box.

"You keep touching your chest right here," she indicated, using herself as a prop. "Why? Have you got something under there?"

The slight twitch in Tony's movements was enough to tell Rosalie that she had struck a chord.

"What have you got under there, Tony?"

Tony stood up and ran a hand through his hair. His apparent unease didn't stop his intrigued sister.

"What are you hiding?"

"It's not what I'm hiding, Rose. It's what I've lost and what I need to find," Tony glowered in a forceful tone and breathed heavily in frustration. "But since I know that you're not going to let this go…" he sighed, sitting down and then revealed the chain around his neck and the pendant that hung from it.

Like a moth to a flame, Rosalie leaned forward, fascinated by what her brother had revealed. On closer inspection, she began to understand why the piece was so significant to him.

"The inscription… you don't know what it means, do you?" She murmured, absorbing the words.

You are the sense behind my sensibilities…

"You don't know who E and B are?"

Tony's jaw tensed as he tucked the necklace back under his shirt and shook his head.

"If I did, then we wouldn't be in this situation, would we? We would never have had to search for my past all of these months. We wouldn't be finally meeting with this person who…"

Rosalie tried to calm her brother.

"… who most probably will be able to give you the answers that you need." She nodded in the direction of the pendant.

The sound of a car door closing caused both occupants of the couch to anxiously stand and look towards the hall, as the housekeeper moved towards the door. Rosalie and Tony's ears were attuned to the blended sounds of arrival that travelled through to the formal lounge where they planned on meeting their company, unbeknownst to anyone else but Emmett – who was busy covering for them at the office. It had been a busy January, and now February, and the breakup between Tony and Tanya had led to their respective fathers employing their services more and more in an attempt to keep them together in the office. It would be fair to say that both founding parties of Stone Masen were not pleased with the news that the New Year had brought, despite the reassurances given to them by Tanya, but Tony had been pleased with the news that the New Year had brought him and he couldn't wait any longer to learn more.

As the footfalls drew nearer, Tony's chest tightened and he wondered if recognition of his medical carer would lead to recognition of his past. His question was answered when the bright blue eyes of a tall, lean man, probably around his age, instantly honed in on him. This blonde haired man smiled gently at him as if he knew him and yet, no matter how hard Tony stared at his approaching form, no switch in Tony's brain was suddenly flicked on to reveal his hidden memories. The man's smile grew as Tony ran a hand through his hair, but, for some reason, this didn't make Tony feel uncomfortable.

"Hello and welcome to our home. We appreciate you travelling such a great distance. I'm Rosalie McCarty."

Startlingly, the man's smile fell instantly when Rosalie moved to offer him her hand and this did make her feel uncomfortable. Men usually reacted in an entirely different fashion when making her acquaintance and she began to question what she was doing to offend him. Nevertheless, after a slight hesitation, the man took her hand and responded with a forced smile.

"Dr. Jasper Cullen and I must thank you for your hospitality and for providing me with the opportunity to become reacquainted with a friend," Jasper said, meeting Tony's questioning brow.

"Friend?" He asked stepping forward. "Not a patient?"

"Well, technically both," Jasper explained, extending his hand. "It's nice to see you again…"

Jasper's words hung in the air as he waited for the man who he had known to finish the sentence and give him his real name.

"Tony," he answered, taking Jasper's hand and feeling a sense of familiarity. "Tony Masen."

Upon saying the name in his head, Jasper's stiffened stance lessened and he appraised Rosalie in a less guarded fashion, but still with a speculative glance.

"Are the two of you engaged?"

The siblings looked to each other before Rosalie answered with mirth.

"God, no! He's my brother. I am married though," she added with a grin as she sauntered towards the leather lounge and gestured for the Doctor to do the same.

"I am, too," Jasper smirked, gaining an understanding of Rosalie's personality instantly and quashing any of her misconceptions. He gave serious thought to his next question as he, Rosalie and Tony sat down, not for their sake, but for the sake of another.

"Are you married, Tony?"

There was a beat of silence before Tony answered.

"Not that I'm aware of." Suddenly, Jasper became at ease and he smiled. Perhaps Bella had been mistaken. Perhaps he knew that his heart still belonged to her. Tony probed further, with a nervous, but familiar, crooked grin, giving him some hope that Edward was not lost. "Am I married, Doctor?"

Despite his resignations, Jasper kept his word to Bella.

"No."

Although he answered Tony with the legal truth, his chest still felt tight knowing that he hadn't been totally honest and he tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"And calling me by my first name is fine."

Rosalie chimed in.

"Speaking of names, what did you know Tony as when you cared for him in Seattle?"

Jasper swallowed and tried to keep a level expression, even though he worried over how much information he should give away and how much information Tony should discover for himself.

"He came into the hospital as John Smith."

Tony couldn't help but feel that Jasper was being very careful with his words.

"And that's what I was known as?" the lawyer in him asked. Jasper appeared undeterred.

"To the hospital staff, yes."

Tony nodded his head before continuing.

"You're being rather careful. Why?"

Jasper managed to maintain his calm facade.

"A shrink has to choose their words carefully, if they're to do their job properly."

The two men stared at each other until Rosalie's voice called for their attention.

"So, who performed Tony's operations then? The hospital said that they would send someone who could provide us with the details of Tony's physical treatment."

Jasper opened the black leather satchel that he had brought with him.

"And they did. My Father, Dr Carlisle Cullen, operated on Tony multiple times. Unfortunately, one of his patients is in need of his care at this time and that is why he couldn't be with me today. However, I think that your physician will find these records rather informative," Jasper said holding out a folder that Rosalie readily received and began reading. "But am I correct in thinking that your past physical injuries do not concern you as much as your lost past does, Tony?"

Tony eyed Jasper with caution.

"Why do I get the feeling that you know more about me and my past than you're willing to share?" he challenged.

"Because I probably do," Jasper grinned. "The real question is: are you willing to trust me to help you regain what you've lost?"

Tony's brow furrowed. Despite his urge to want Jasper to provide him with a biography of his life after the quake, he couldn't help but feel that he could trust the man staring at him with probing blue eyes. The lawyer in him was still sceptical, though.

"You want to help me? What's the catch? How much do you want?"

Jasper simply smiled.

"I don't want your money, man."

"Then why help me?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Because I care."

Instantly, images of a hospital room flashed across Tony's eyes and he grasped his head as a sense of déjà vu engulfed him.

"Tony?" Rosalie asked, concerned. "Are you all right?"

As the throbbing subsided, he managed to nod his head and slowly stand.

"I think that I need to lie down. Rose, can you show Jazz to his room, please?" he asked before gingerly moving towards the hall.

Neither Rose of Jasper missed Tony's use of a nickname that hadn't been spoken that afternoon.

His memories were coming back and Jasper was sure as hell going to be telling Bella everything that he had already discovered.

"There's hope," he heard Rosalie whisper, and, in that instant, he couldn't have agreed more.

So Jasper's come on the scene to help. What do you think Bella will do when she hears what Jasper has to say? Does Bella still hold out hope for her Edward to return?

Are you liking where the story is going?

Thanks to everyone who reviews. Work is going to be chaotic next week and the week after, so I will try and post tomorrow. Reviews do motivate me to write more.

All the best,

Karry.