Short chapter, sorry, the next chapter isn't written yet, I'm working on it, I'm working on it…I have a snow day tomorrow, so maybe I'll get it written then…I'm having trouble figuring out what I want to happen…I don't want it to be like '…and so then the found Mercy the end' or '…and then they never found Mercy but lived happily ever after anyway' because that is boring…so I'm thinking, any suggestions are GREATLY appreciated…so…yeah…on with it now!

*-*Next Morning—Mercy*-*

Mercy woke again to find herself laying on the couch that she must've fallen asleep on the night before, a welcoming aroma filled the air and Mercy sat up, careful not to bother her head, which had just stopped throbbing, she took a deep breath, wondering momentarily what the smell was until she heard the faint sizzle that could be none other than bacon and eggs, she licked her lips, something inside telling her that she hadn't had that in a while, she stood gently, making sure that her head didn't being to spin, then tiptoed into the kitchen, cocking her head at the older lady cooking it, as if sensing Mercy's presence, the woman turned around and upon seeing Mercy, smiled, "Hey there sleepyhead, you hungry?" she asked, Mercy nodded, "No more visions?" Delilah asked, Mercy looked down and shook her head, "It's ok, little one, the doctor says it will take time" Delilah said, Mercy nodded and yawned, Delilah smiled, turning back to their breakfast and using her spatula to put some of the bacon and eggs onto a plate and placing it on the table in front of Mercy, who smiled and began pushing the food around on her plate with the backside of her fork, she ate enough to fill her stomach and then sighed, she really wanted to go home, "Delilah, isn't there any way to speed up the process, so I can get my memory back quicker?" she asked finally, Delilah looked up from her food, a pained expression flashing across her face, "I'm afraid not, sweetheart" she smiled weakly before returning to her meal, "Is…is it ok if I go and watch some TV?" Mercy asked, Delilah smiled fully this time, "Of course, the remote is beside the recliner" she said, Mercy lifted herself to her feet and carefully padded back into the living room, quickly flipping through the channels and catching bits and pieces of the conversations on them, NBC, CBS, Fox, Sci-Fi, The Weather Channel, TV Guide, MTV, CNN, she paused briefly on the latter, only for a moment to see if there was any word on a missing teenage girl, about 5'3 with champagne blonde hair and piercing emerald eyes, no such luck, it wouldn't be that easy, she sighed and felt her muscles relax as a wave of drowsiness swept over her, she assumed it would take the medication a while to ware completely off and with this thought, she allowed herself to slip into the blackness of unconsciousness, she wouldn't dream much, if any, in this drug-induced state of sleep, and she took subconscious comfort in knowing this…

(a/n…yesss…a whole day passed…::shrug:: just read? And don't hurt me too badly…)

*Back in Cameron—night*

Paige lay awake in bed, no sleep would come, she wondered briefly if Jeff was awake beside her, but knowing he probably had just as much trouble sleeping as she was having getting to sleep, she didn't bother to wake him, she had had no time to be alone in the past 24 hours, and she was rather enjoying this time, while at the same time despising it, it gave her time to think, and this was both a curse and a blessing, the wondering was eating away at her soul, wondering if her precious Mercy was alive or hurt, wondering if she herself could've done anything to stop it, it ate away at her *I should have never let her go upstairs alone, it's me he's after, not her* Paige was taking short, sharp breaths by now, laying on her side facing the window and letting the tears drain out of the corners of her eyes, she struggled to control her erratic breathing to no avail, when a sudden wave of nausea overcame her and she softly came to her feet, looking back at Jeff, he looked peaceful, but she knew on the inside of that placid face was a storm churning, she had to close her eyes to drain the tears before she could see to continue, even though she would know her way around that house even in the pitch black of night with her vision blurred with tears, then, being careful not to wake anyone sleeping in the adjacent rooms, she padded to the bathroom down the hall, going in and locking the door behind her, she grabbed the sink, leaning heavily on it, trying to collect all of her thoughts, she was so troubled by the events of the past few day, troubled that something (or someone) she thought she had buried in the past so long ago had come back, and took her life in his hands by kidnapping Mercy, an innocent girl who could be charged only with her lineage, and she wasn't sure that things could ever be the same again, because obviously the mistakes she made more than 15 years ago were going to haunt her for the rest of her life, all of this was conveyed in a matter of seconds through her sapphire eyes and simple facial expressions, Paige whipped her head toward the door, paranoid that someone may be listening to her labored breath, or that she didn't lock the door and someone may be watching, exhaling a shaky breath she didn't even know she was holding, she turned back to the sink, turning on the water and splashing it on her face, looking up at herself through the streaks of water running down her face, she sighed deeply,

*You're losing it, Paige, you have to pull yourself together*

nodding in her own self assurance, she turned back to the door, she didn't even take a step before the nausea overtook her, she turned back, grabbing onto the sink for support before retching violently into it…

 *I'm not ok*

Eh…so that was my attempt at drama…the last part with Paige in it, I wrote it late one night and I dunno if it makes much sense to you people…of course I know what I mean, but do you know what I mean? And any present tenses left in the last part, I apologize…but pleaseeee review!