Author's Note: Thank you for the support and the reviews! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Now I want to clarify that I do NOT own these characters. Not any of them. Please do not come at me for any of the names. (You'll see when you read). And I promise this isn't an OC with Steph story. She will either end up with one of the Merry Men or Ranger(I'm still not sure). And... here in my home town our main clinic is in our hospital so that's kind of what I did for this story. If you don't like it, please don't read it.

However... I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter Three
Six Months Later

Six Months Later:

"Good Morning, Stephanie."

I smiled as I looked up. "Good Morning, Mary."

She gave me a warm smile. "Any dreams last night?" She questioned as she placed a breakfast tray on my night stand.

That thought made me frown. "Yes. About a hamster."

Her brows furrowed. "You had a dream about a hamster?" I nodded. "What about the hamster," she encouraged further.

"He was running on his wheel and eating Fruit Loops. But that's all I remember." That thought made me sad. The hamster seemed important in some way.

She patted my cheek gently. "You'll remember dear. In time." She assured me, just as she has every day for the past five months. Six months ago I was in a car accident with a man named Bodhi. I woke up a week later with a broken leg, a broken arm, a concussion, some broken ribs, a ruptured spleen, bruised kidneys, and no memory. Bodhi was killed almost instantly. Now five months later, I'm in a walking cast for my leg, a regular cast for my arm, and the rest of me is healing just fine. But I still have no memory of anything.

"The police will be here this afternoon." Mary stated. "Do you think you'll feel up to talking to them?"

I shrugged. "I don't remember anything more than I've ever told them. Which isn't a damn thing." I'm frustrated beyond belief.

She busied herself with my breakfast. With my dominant arm out of commission(I was right handed, go figure), I still had trouble with quite a few things. "You can't rush these things, Stephanie."

"I know." I sighed. The only reason why they knew my first name(well I'm assuming its my name) because there was a key chain with my name on it from Tennessee. They put my face on the local news in Jacksonville and no one claimed they knew me. They put my face on the local news in several major cities in Tennessee and still no one stepped forward. Bodhi's license wasn't much more help. He had a small loft apartment here in Jacksonville but according to the police, they couldn't find any more information on Bodhi. He didn't even have a job according to what they found. The truck that hit us did a hit and run so the police hit a dead end from the very beginning. And I couldn't remember jack shit so I haven't been any help at all.

The police stop by every couple of days. Well mostly one officer in particular. Officer George Weasley. I was pretty sure he was in early thirties and he strawberry blond hair and hazel green eyes. He was over six foot tall and he was extremely handsome. But he was also beginning to grate on my nerves. I assured him with the card he gave me(he gives me one every time he stops by) that I would call him if I remember anything. I haven't.

I mostly dream about exploding cars(no clue what that's about) and the night of the accident. But I only remember the sounds. I can't remember seeing anything that could be helpful. Honestly, lately I don't feel much of anything but frustration and sadness. I don't even know where I would be if it wasn't for Mary. She was one of my nurses at the Jacksonville Memorial Hospital and has been since the night I was brought in by ambulance. When the police did all they could to find out who I was and failed, I had no where to go once I was able to leave the hospital. There was no missing persons reports that was me. And since no one claimed they knew me, I was lost.

Mary being an elderly single woman that had a love for all things Hawaii 5-0, bingo and cats, took me in. She was a nurse and part time she crocheted different animals like cats and sold them on Etsy. Who knew? So I was helping her with that. I mainly held the yarn with my good hand or help pack orders. Mary was ornery and she seemed familiar to me in so many ways but I've never met her before my accident. She assured me of that. She was shorter than me by a few inches and she had lilac purple hair and kind brown eyes. I don't know her age, but I do know that I will never forget everything she's done for me since I've woke up.

"You have a doctor's appointment today as well. Are you ready for that cast to come off?" She asked, nodding towards my arm as she placed my breakfast tray over my lap.

I nodded eagerly, picking up my fork(I was getting use to using my left hand). "Yes! I am so ready and then I can do more around here until I can find a job and get back-"

"Whoa, Steph. Slow down." She interrupted me. "I know you're ready to get back on your feet, but you will still be in a walking cast and you don't need to wear yourself out so quickly." She sat down in the chair next to my bed.

I was silent for a few minutes as I took a couple of bites of my breakfast. It was scrambled eggs, bacon and whole wheat toast. Mary knew how to make some good scrambled eggs. I mean, I didn't have anything to compare them to, but I felt pretty confident that I was right.

"I know, but its been five months and a half months and I'm so tired of being so helpless."

She shook her head. "You are not helpless, but you were in a terrible motorcycle accident and you need to make sure you are healing properly."

I gave her a small smile and nodded. It was no use arguing. Mary was right but I was tired. Tired of doing nothing but being left to my thoughts. Because I had been left to my thoughts a lot in the last 5 months and seeing as I had no memory, those thoughts centered around one thing. Why didn't anyone want me? I wasn't missed. No one was looking for me. And why didn't I have any ID on me. What was I doing? Was I doing something I shouldn't have been doing? I mean I know I'm not wanted since my fingerprints aren't in any database(the police already check) but that doesn't mean I couldn't have been doing something criminal. Right?

So between my thoughts about what kind of person I was and wondering if I had any family out there worried about me, I was tired of being alone. Getting a job would mean no more of that.

At The Doctor

"How are you doing today, Stephanie?" Doctor Mendoza asked me. He had been on duty that night I came in and he saved my life. He's been my primary doctor ever since.

I shrugged. "I'm doing okay."

He laughed and shook his head. "Don't lie to your doctor, Stephanie." He shook his finger at me which made me grin.

"I'm frustrated."

He nodded in understanding. "I bet you are, but hopefully today you'll be leaving this hospital with two usable arms and we'll check out that leg too, okay?

"That sounds great." And it really did.

After a lot of tests, Dr. Medoza had the cast on my arm removed. He said my leg looked better but he wanted to leave that cast on a little bit longer. My ribs were healing quite nicely, my kidneys looked great and everything was healing nicely. After several hours, he finally gave me confirmation that I could go back to work.

I laughed. "Now I gotta find a job." I joked.

He cocked his head in thought. "There's a receptionist job open here at the hospital."

My brows furrowed. "I don't know if I'll get it. I don't know if I have any experience." This not knowing anything about myself was shitty as hell.

"You answer phones and file papers, Stephanie. I think you've got this." He assured me. So I thanked him and made my way down to Human Resources and filled out an application. I laughed with the secretary on duty, she was a riot. This place was full of great people. Did I belong?

I left the hospital feeling a little bit happy and feeling positive about the job. It seemed to me that everyone at that hospital knew my situation and everything surrounding what happened. I know I shouldn't hope I get the job because of my situation, but ... well... I am.

We arrive back at Mary's house at the same time Officer Weasley pulled up. I let out a sigh and geared myself for this little chat.

I gave him a smile which he easily returned. "Good afternoon, Officer Weasley."

"You can call me by first name, Stephanie. We're old friends now." Was his reply.

Officer Weasley was pretty handsome, and he had this thing about him that made him easy to talk to and I felt comfortable and at ease around him. I don't know if I've always been this trusting with a person but with Officer Weasley I did. I knew I could trust him. But using his profession kept us at a distance and he knew it. I don't think he liked it.

I just grinned. "How can I help you today?" I asked him as we entered Mary's house. Mary had went a head of us and she had made herself busy in the kitchen making coffee. I was addicted to it apparently.

Only when both of us had a cup of coffee(and Mary disappeared somewhere else in the house) did Officer Weasley reply to my question. "I'm honestly just here to check up on you."

I took a sip of my coffee, hiding my smile. "I'm okay. I got my cast off today." I held up my arm, happily displaying my cast-less arm.

He smiled widely. This bit of news made him happy. "That's great! I know being in a cast was driving you crazy."

I nodded in agreement. He knew because he was here a lot. Doing his job. Of course.

"What are your plans now?" He asked.

I frowned. "How do you know I made plans?"

He bit back a laugh but I could see he wanted to. "Because something I've learned about you in the last five months is that you do not like to sit still for long. So I know now that you're out of this cast, you've already made plans."

I just stare at him for a minute before actually replying. I'm honestly not sure what to think of Officer George Weasley. "I applied for a job today at the hospital." I finally told him.

He stared right back, straight face. "Brain surgeon?"

I laughed and shook my head. "You know it."

He nodded and took a drink of his black coffee. "You would make a great brain surgeon. Really dig deep and get to know a person."

I only laughed harder. His gaze got thoughtful before he finally asked. "Have you remember anything?"

I stopped laughing immediately and sighed. "No. I dream occasionally but nothing that makes me think it was a part of my former life."

He cocked his head. "Dreams? About?"

"Cars exploding."

"Exploding?" His eyes widened.

I nodded. "Yep. Always by something different, never the same way. I can't ever really make out any person or thing that makes them explode so I'm assuming I'm just dreaming nonsense. Maybe because I feel like my life is exploding around me... maybe." I drift off in a shrug.

He just nods. "Could be. Anything else?"

"I had a dream about a hamster last night."

He choked on his coffee. "A hamster?"

I nodded behind my coffee cup. "A hamster."

"I'm sorry, Steph. I wish there was something I could do."

I smiled softly. He's the first one that's called me Steph and I like it. It sounds more familiar. More like home. That sounds utterly stupid but oh so true.

A phone ringing somewhere in the house breaks the silence and its just a few minutes before Mary comes in holding a cordless phone. She wiggles it at me. "Its for you, Stephanie."

I give Officer Weasley a smile and tell him to give me a minute in which he nods in agreement. I thank Mary as I take the phone and go back into my bedroom. Walking in this cast gets easier every time I take a step.

"Hello, this is Stephanie." I finally speak into the phone.

"Stephanie, this is Fleur Delacour calling from Jacksonville Memorial Hospital."

I almost squealed, but I kept myself in check. "Yes Ma'am."

"I would like to schedule an interview with you tomorrow at ten AM sharp. Would that time work for you?"

I nodded eagerly but then remember she couldn't see me. "Yes Ma'am. That would be great."

"Excellent. I look forward to it, Stephanie."

"Thank you. Me too." I replied.

We say good bye and then I let out a squeal of happiness. I turn around to head back to the kitchen and come face to face with Officer Weasley. He's got one shoulder leaning against the door jam with his foot crossed over the other ankle and his hands in his pockets. He's grinning and he's seriously the sexiest man I've ever seen(I think).

"Good news." It wasn't really a question but I nodded anyway.

"I have a job interview tomorrow."

His grin gets bigger. "Steph, that's great!"

I return his grin. "I'm excited. I know it's a long shot but I'm hopeful."

"You've got a good chance, I know this for a fact."

His comment made me scowl and my happiness disappeared immediately. "Only out of pity."

His face turns into a frown and he shakes his head. "Don't do that. If Fleur doesn't think you'll be a good fit in her hospital then you won't be, but you will." He assured me.

I open my mouth to reply but my brain goes in a different direction. "Wait. You know who I was talking to?"

He shrugged. "She's my sister-in-law."

"Oh." I glance at his left hand to check to see if he's married but duh, hands are in his pocket. I look back up at this face and his grin gets bigger. He slowly takes his left hand out of his pocket to flash his empty ring finger. I immediately blush and I'm pretty sure his smiles gets even bigger.

He doesn't comment on my face or his empty ring finger. "Fleur is married to my older brother. She just uses her maiden name."

I nodded. "So you think I have a chance."

"I do."

I let out a sigh. I hope he's right.

The Next Day

"Stephanie, I'm going to be completely honest with you."

This interview had been going not too bad with all things considering until Ms. Delacour dropped that comment. I nodded. "Okay."

"My brother-in-law had nothing to do with this interview."

Her eyes never leave mine so I know she's telling the truth. I don't have to say anything but she continues.

"He told me last night that he was there when I called. So I just want to assure you of that. However, I would be lying if I said I didn't want to give you this job because of your situation. Jacksonville is a big city and we have plenty of better suited applicants. But this whole hospital and its staff has come to look forward to your visits. We have followed you since you came in that first night and watched you heal slowly but I've personally seen the frustration come over you. I don't want you to give up hope. I think right now you need a break. Mary talks highly about you and everything you do for her since she's brought you home. If I honestly were to believe there was a malicious bone in your body, I wouldn't hire you. But I think you're a good person so I'm going to give you a chance."

My heart was in throat and my pulse was pounding. I had the job! What?! No Way!

She smiled at me. "Yes, I am giving you the job. However, you will be on probation for the first ninety days. If I feel as though this job isn't for you or if you prove me wrong to everything I just said then I'll have to let you go."

I held in my squeal of happiness. "Thank you so much! I can not even begin to tell you how much this means to me."

"You're a good person, Stephanie. I can feel it." We both stood up and shook hands. "Now let's figure out the paperwork, shell we?" She smiled and this time I returned it ten fold.

Author's Note: I don't know what would happen in real life if this ever happen so again.. this is a story.. Please come at me.