The drive was a long, boring one. They were in a minivan with air conditioning, but the sun's hot glare still shone mercilessly through the windows.

Frank was currently dozing; his seat reclined back a little. He could tell that the others were trying to talk quietly, thinking him asleep. He opened his eyes and squinted out the window.

The desert was vast, and there was nothing but sand as far as the eye could see. He thought it amazing to see such an opposite to the United States. Don't forget, you apparently spent many years here, his mind told him. "Don't forget," he mumbled, with a laugh.

"You awake?" he heard.

Turning away from the window, he saw his team playing cards. Jake had offered to drive, but Alanur declined. She knew where she was going, while Jake would never find it, she'd told him.

"Wanna play?" Cody asked.

Frank looked at the cards in everyone's hands, and tried to figure out what they were playing.

They saw that he couldn't remember the game. "Rummy," Alex told him.

Frank shrugged. "I don't remember it."

"We'll teach you," said Cody. "Watch."

Frank did, and realized that it took more brainpower then he currently had at the moment.

Suddenly, soft music wafted in through the speaker to Frank's left, and he closed his eyes, letting it soothe him. As he listened to the words, he wondered if it was a song he knew.

'I keep forgetting, we're not in love anymore…

I keep forgetting, things will never be the same again…

I keep forgetting, how you made that so clear…

I keep forgetting…'

If Frank's head hadn't been hurting, he would've busted out laughing. 'I keep forgetting'…No one else seemed to notice the ironic words, and Frank tiredly closed his eyes.

"Whoa!" he suddenly heard.

Frank gave a startled jump, and noticed that they were stopped.

"It's all right!" he heard his mother say. "Don't make any sudden moves."

To Frank's despair, he watched his mother get out of the minivan. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Looks like they don't know it's us," said Jake, pointing to a small group of black-clad horsemen, some of which were pointing guns.

Frank watched as they lowered their weapons, upon seeing Alanur.

The Med-jai galloped closer, and one of them got off his horse and hugged her. Turning, they walked towards the van, Alanur motioning for everyone to come out.

They did, and Alex and Monica raised their eyebrows at the good looks of the man walking with Alanur.

When they reached them, the man stood in front of Frank, and just looked at him for a minute, hoping for a reaction.

Frank stared back, knowing he knew the man, but trying to figure out who he was. He tried desperately to remember, not wanting to disappoint another person. Suddenly, his recent dream came back to him, where he and his cousin had been playing with the wooden swords.

"Walid?" he said.

At that, Walid's face split with a wide grin, and he grabbed Frank in a bear hug.

Frank hugged him back, smiling over his shoulder at his mother, who was grinning ear-to-ear.

Walid pulled back, still smiling at Frank. He looked him over; distressed to see his fatigued and pale features, and the pain he knew his cousin was trying to hide.

"Frank," he said, shaking his head in sympathy, his hands on his cousin's arms. "You get into more trouble then I do!"

Frank smiled, and looked beyond Walid, where his team was watching.

Walid turned around, looking at the strangers.

"Walid," said Alanur. "These are the agents who make up Frank's team."

Walid smiled, and the girls nearly melted.

"Jake, Cody, Alex, and Monica," Alanur continued. "This is Walid, Frank's cousin and Leader of the Med-jai."

Alex and Monica's jaws practically dropped, upon hearing that.

"I wish I was born into Frank's family," Cody whispered to Jake. "They get all the girls!"

"An attractive face isn't everything," said Jake. "A man needs a certain charm, you know? That's what the ladies really go for."

Walid took Alex's hand in his, and kissed it. "It is a pleasure to meet you," he said.

"Y-you too," said Alex, almost sounding dreamy.

Cody giggled, when Walid kissed Monica's hand next, and she reacted in much the same way. "That sort of charm?" he whispered to Jake.

"You should get out of the sun," Walid told his cousin. "Follow us to the camp. Our grandfather is anxious to see you."

Frank nodded, and they all got back into the minivan.

A mere ten minutes later, they finally arrived.

"We're here!" said Alanur. She quickly stopped the van, and got out. "Father!"

Everyone watched as she hurried to a small group of people, throwing her arms around one of them.

Walid took Frank's arm, and brought him closer, the team quickly following, each of them excited to see Ardeth Bay once again.*

Alanur pulled back from her father. Turning, she reached out for Frank. "This is your grandfather," she told him.

Frank came closer and studied the man before him, happy to feel a glint of recognition.

Ardeth Bay smiled as he looked at his grandson; one that he was so proud of, one who had done great things in his young life. Taking a step forward, he wrapped his arms around him, holding him as tightly as a 100-year-old man could.

Frank was shocked to feel tears well up in his eyes. His memory was gone; memories of all these wonderful people, memories of a grandfather he was fortunate enough to still have! He couldn't remember how old Ardeth was; only knowing that he was very, very old; Alanur having been born to him later in life. How much longer could he possibly live…would Frank get his memory back before his grandfather died?

Ardeth sensed his grandson's distress, and held him all the tighter, in comfort. He wasn't sure how much longer he could maintain the position, his arthritic bones were protesting vehemently. He suddenly felt a hand grip his arm, helping him to stay upright. He couldn't turn his head to see who it was, but he already knew.

"You're home," Ardeth said. "Everything will be all right, you'll see, my namesake."

Frank's team frowned, looking at each other, puzzled. "Namesake?"

Alanur nodded. "'Frank' is his middle name. His full name is Ardeth Frank Donovan."

"What!" Jake exclaimed. "You're kidding?"

"Oh wow," Cody said. "Now I know why I can't break into his classified file! Look at the info they're hiding!"

Alanur nodded. "Can you blame them? A United States federal agent from a supposedly mythical ancient Egyptian tribe?"

Everyone shook their heads, in amazement.

"Well," said Monica. "Now you don't have to continue to beat yourself up wondering what's in the one file you can't break into, Cody!"

Frank and Ardeth finally broke apart. Frank opened his mouth to say something, but someone else spoke first.

"Let us go into the tent, where it is not so hot."

Everyone looked at the old man gripping Ardeth's arm, and Frank's team gasped.

"Safti?" said Jake.

Safti smiled, nodding his head.

The team was amazed. To them, neither Ardeth nor Safti looked their age at all, but Ardeth was thinner and almost weak looking, whereas Safti was still big and broad, looking stronger then a man his age.

They all walked into a nearby tent and sat down. Watching as Safti helped Ardeth, the team couldn't believe how young both men still looked. They both had gray in their hair, but it wasn't white, and some of the hair managed to stay dark, rather then graying completely. They assumed the amazing physical condition of the older Med-jai to be due to the fact they'd trained for battle all their lives, nevermind the fact that they didn't eat the crappy food loved by the average American.

At first no one spoke, as they all happily looked at each other.

"How are you, hafid?" Ardeth asked Frank. "You do not look well."

Frank sighed. "I can't remember anything," he said. "Well, I remember a few things, had a few dreams. Some things—and people—are familiar; while others…" he shrugged.

Ardeth nodded. "I once suffered the affliction."

Frank and his team frowned. "Really?"

Ardeth nodded. "Many years ago, before any of you—including Alanur—were born. I followed a certain…" he searched for a word. "Troublemaker, to England, and was riding in a bus when it tipped over."**

Everyone blinked at that, looking at Frank. The bus he had been in had tipped over too, although his injury was from the criminal's crowbar.

"I sustained a serious concussion and lost my memory completely," Ardeth told them. "It was almost three weeks before I regained it."

Everyone looked at Frank.

"It's been longer then that…" Frank told him, with a sigh.

They all gave him sympathetic looks.

"You're memory will return," Ardeth said, adamant.

"You have to have faith, Frank," said Alanur. "Don't try to remember too hard, you'll only tire yourself out, mentally."

Frank nodded carefully, not looking convinced.

"How about a walk around the camp?" Monica suggested. "Maybe he'll recognize and remember something."

"Are you up to it, in this heat?" Walid asked his cousin.

Frank wasn't too sure, but he wanted his memory back. Standing, he nodded, carefully.

Walid stood, and began walking towards the tent flap.

Frank's team started to get up, but Ardeth held out a hand. "No."

They all looked at him, askance.

"Let Frank and Walid go alone," he said. "When they were children, they were inseparable. They are like brothers. It may help Frank to remember if it were just the two of them, like in the past."

'I Keep Forgetting': cool song of the 80's by Michael McDonald.

'hafid' : 'grandson'

** 'The Lost Med-jai' : http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=716511

*If  you're wondering why Frank's team was shocked to see Safti, (and how they knew him, in the first place, lol) you have to read the prequel to this story, 'One is Two':  http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=768677