(Congrats to Dani, Sarah, Courtney, Shadiwcat, Deb, Strawberry wine, :), Navy CB, and Caprice Ann Hedican-Kocur. For al guessing right. And to Harms wife, Were you right? Thanks again to all reviewing up to this point and please don't stop! I decided not to reveal the imposter's name, even though there were some good guesses. Keep them coming. Standard disclaimers apply, and again please read and review.)


These some strong language ahead, so be warned.


Walking slowly towards the set of double doors, the woman trembled slightly as she carried the heavy books, some given to her by the people who have been here waiting for some time now. She knew the extent of his injuries and that she was the only one who could help at this point. She knew that she was called in as the last desperate measure. Knowing it was up to her to straighten things out, she wasted little time with introductions and headed to his room, knowing that what she had to do, had to be done carefully.


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(Harm's POV)


When I heard the door open, I assumed it was another nurse, or the doc, but I was greeted with a pair of old blue eyes, and an aged face. I tried to remember if Jack showed me any pictures of this woman, but he didn't. And instead of feeling scared of who this woman is, and who she is to me, I felt at ease. Something about this woman, the sight of her, the smell of her perfume, made me have this warm feeling inside. Like whoever she is to me, I knew she had to be someone good. I cautiously smiled at her.


"Hello Harmon," she said, coming to sit down beside me. She put the heavy books in my lap, and waited.


"What are these?" I ask opening one of the book.


"Well why don't you open it and see?" she said with a patient smile.


"Who are you?" I ask while opening the book.


"I'm your grandmother Harmon. Gran, as you call me. I hear you have been having some trouble with your memory, and have been giving everyone a hard time about it."


I opened my mouth to reply, but she put up her hand to stop me. Something about that simple moment made me shut my mouth. And I could only help but wonder why.


"Before you say anything, you have to know something Harm. And I know this is going to be a little hard to understand, but all of what I am about to tell you is true. This Jack Keeter that has been coming to visit you, isn't who he says he is. He has been filling your head with lies, and it's making all of your friends and family out there very angry."


I tried to explain, but she stopped me again.


"And these photo albums can prove it. This Harmon is your past. The past that made you what you are toady," she said and opened the book to the first page.


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(Mac's POV)


Pacing the waiting room, I could only hope that this plan would work. I knew if it didn't, we might never get the old Harm back. I was about to say something to harm's mother who looked ready to cry, why the admiral walked over to us, with a piece of paper in his hand, and a look that could kill.



"Is something wrong sir," I asked.


"I set up Harm's doctor with a sketch artist, and he came up with this figure," he said handing me the paper.


Looking at the figure on the picture, I wanted to rip the paper in to little pieces, but with Keeter, Trish and Frank standing over my shoulder I couldn't. Handing the paper back to the Admiral, I tried to keep myself under control, while Trish and Frank asked about the man in the picture.


"Webb is looking into it. If he's still here, we'll find him," he told me quietly.


I walked away without answering, leaving him to answer everyone's questions.


That son of a bitch. Damn him!


Feeling like I needed to it something, I walked out of the hospital, and walked the grounds for awhile until I felt ready to face Harm's parents and the admiral again.


I was going to kill that bastard. This time, he wasn't going to get away.


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(Imposter's POV)


I know they were trying to ruin my plan. The damn pussies. But I knew the damage has already been done. And as much as I would like to go back and do more, I know they wouldn't be leaving him alone. I didn't recognize the old lady that they called, but I guessed that must have been his grandmother. Damn, why didn't I make p some lies about her? Oh well, I doubt that she would get through to him. The Harmon Rabb that I know is to stubborn to believe anything, then what he is told. And with all of the lies that I have told him, this game could go on for quite awhile.


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(Gran's POV)


I sat with harm for over three hours before I finally left him to rest. Walking out to all of the anxious faces, I wasn't really looking forward to telling him that I don't think I did any good.



Shaking my head to them, I took a seat on the hard chairs and sighed.


"That's a very stubborn boy in there. But I left him a lot to think about."


"Did he believe you," Mac asked hopefully.


This woman standing in front of me simply amazed me. Harmon has told me so many stories about her, that even though I have never met her before today, I just have to admire her. She alone changed my grandson for the better, and even though I knew they were in love, and both hurting because of it. I made a note to myself to help these two as soon as soon as possible. I know soul-mates when I see them, and these two, I knew were made for each other.


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(Harm's POV)


I looked over the photo albums long in to the night, but I still didn't remember anything. I saw myself in many different pictures, some with my family, others with my friends. Gran's story made sense, but at this point I didn't know what to believe. Looking at myself in a picture with Mac, I could only wonder,


Who was that man in the picture?


TBC


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