Disclaimer: I own nothing, come on, I'm a college student.

Author's Note: For some reason lately, Zack having amnesia has really really gotten the gears in my head to turn. I can't help it. It's really weird. So here's another Zack inspired fic. though the other one will be finished, promise. I just had to start this before I could work on the other one. It will be an M/A later on, though it probably won't focus too much on Max or Alec.

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Comin' to Get You

Chapter 1: Hot chocolate speculations

The first thing he noticed, when he saw her standing in the doorway of the small diner, was her hair, a blond cascade that swirled around her hips with cerulean blue streaks running all through it. Her eyes came next, an electric blue that he had seen only a few times when he had stayed up all night and the sky had turned the brightest blue imaginable, for a second only, before fading away. He wondered for a moment if she was trying to advertise with the WonderWoman T-shirt when she stretched slowly.

She caught his eye and smiled, flashing perfect white teeth with fangs only slightly sharper than a normal human's. Then she was sauntering towards him, hips swaying back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm. She leaned over his table placing forearms down gently, and he found those eyes level with his. "Howdy, cowboy, come here often?"

"I reckon not." He played along making his voice sound twang-y and southern. Earrings glinting in the sun like silver flames caught his eye forcing it to travel from the cuff shaped like a dragon down the path of the delicate chain to the quartz dangling from her left ear. It was pretty but he didn't tell her that, instead he moved his eyes back to her face.

Her tongue darted out to wet full red lips and she batted her eyelashes sweetly, her mouth slowly formed one word, "pity." Her voice was smooth and rich as it wound it's way down his spine.

"Keep me company while I'm here?" He smiled, flashing his own perfect white teeth with fangs. She shrugged acting bored and slid into the booth next to him, not in the seat across from him like he had expected.

"Miss me, Zane?" She asked running a hand, with painted blue nails, through his dyed black hair playfully. Her fingers lingered for a second over his neck, where his barcode would be coming back in a couple days, fingertips like silk over the sensitive skin.

"Always, Jondy, always…what trouble have you been getting into?"

"Trouble…me?" She choked and pretended to look shocked at the accusation, delicate features molded into a parody of innocence. "Me getting into trouble? Don't you have me confused with Krit or somebody? Whatever you wanna blame on me I didn't do it, maybe it was Lis."

"I don't think so." He leaned his shoulder into hers and she laughed.

"Krit was the one who knocked over the telephone pole…" Zane waved a hand in the air to stop her from going any further.

"And you were the one who convinced him to do it."

"I was joking…not my fault that he couldn't tell." She waved a hand at the waitress before turning back to him with innocent eyes and pouted.

"You blew up the apartment."

"I can't cook, what can I say?" She rolled her eyes heavenward before she turned to the waitress with a smirk and shrugged. "Men, always gotta be blamin' the women folk."

"Tell me 'bout it, sistah." The woman chuckled shaking her head, "what can I get you two kids?"

"I want pancakes with a side of pancakes," Jondy said showing off teeth once again.

"You can't have a side of pancakes…" Zane started.

"Sure I can…" she stopped when she saw his face and turned back to the waitress huffing, "but lots of pancakes with scrambled eggs and sausages." She turned to Zane with a raised eyebrow, "good enough for you, daddy dearest?"

"Mm hmm, same for me and two milks," he shot a glare at Jondy when she grimaced.

"What? Zack disappears and suddenly you're just playin' CO?" Her lips pursed and she made her tone playful but he saw the look in her eyes and the way she was suddenly rubbing her shoulder. The shoulder with a tattoo of some Chinese word, that he had never bothered to find the meaning of, the same one that Zack had had on his own shoulder.

They had gotten their tattoos together, for some reason Zane had never really been clear on. Maybe they had been drunk, both having to consume enough alcohol to kill a horse, and decided it was a good idea. Somehow he doubted it. Zane grimaced again; he knew fully well how close the two had been…insanely close considering it had been Zack. He spent more time with her than any of the other X5's, sometimes Zane wondered, or worried, that the two didn't look at each other like siblings. When Zane had asked point blank once, when he had found a pile of clothes that smelt like Zack in Jondy's apartment, she had fallen to the floor laughing. Despite the reaction he still wondered, he knew fully well that it was probably jealousy on his part.

Zane ran a hand through Jondy's hair gently pushing a blue streak off her forehead with feather light fingers, the hair falling through his grasp in a waterfall of silk. "I just want to make sure everyone's ok…I worry."

She gnawed at her top lip before giving him a crooked smile and starting to fidget in her seat, "Yeah, we kind of give you good reason to worry don't we. You know me, man…gotta shoot off my mouth."

"Such a nice mouth too," he whispered into her ear, his breath warm on creamy skin, and she turned full electric blue eyes on him knowing just the effect they would have on him.

"I know, makes you think dirty thoughts doesn't it?" And then she bit her full bottom lip and batted her thick black eyelashes; he almost opened his mouth to agree with her when the waitress came back with their order. A bark of laughter and then she was shoveling through pancakes, no syrup, and sausages, with syrup, and scrambled eggs that were being ignored at the moment.

Looking at the eating habits of his companion with a smirk he shook his head, "You're strange," and took a bite off of his own plate.

"I'd blame it on my parents if I could, too bad I'm a freak without a parents help…" she paused and looked off into space for a moment, "though I guess Lydecker could be considered a father figure." She bounced her head to music in her own head before grinning at him, "I always wondered…you know how he was always drinking out of those silver mugs?" She waited for Zane's bewildered nod before going on. "What if it wasn't coffee in those mugs?" He started to laugh, not knowing where she was going, but finding it funny anyway. "What if it had been hot chocolate?" She waved a forkful of pancakes infront of his face, "wouldn't that just completely blow your concepts of childhood…with marshmallows?" She was grinning her eyes wide and slightly glazed as she ate the aforementioned pancakes, and Zane was having trouble breathing, only Jondy could come up with this sort of thing about their very own childhood monster. "So, yes, freak, am I."

"What is it with you and calling yourself a freak?" He managed still smiling.

"I like it, makes me feel special." She grinned and sighed. "I'm WonderWoman and all."

"Yeah, great disguise. Shouldn't you be worried that your shirt'll give away your secret identity?"

"Nah, no one suspects the superhero to be wearing her own merchandise." She suddenly turned calculating eyes on him, electric blue meeting dark forest green, "so, what brings you to my part of the world?"

"Missed you?" He raised his eyebrows at her playfully and cringed when she swatted at him.

"You're a wonderful actor when you aren't dealing with me, I'm sure." She licked her lips, her tongue darting out slowly, as she leaned towards him, "now, what brings you to my part of the world?"

She went back to eating steadily, pushing a piece of sausage in a slow circle through her syrup until she realized that he hadn't started talking yet, she sighed softly and turned to look at him. When she was his face, green eyes pensive and unsure and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, she dropped her fork, with a loud clatter, and turned so that she faced him squarely and put her hands on his shoulders. His mouth opened and closed for a second before he could force sound out, "I'm here because Zack…" he swallowed past a lump in his throat and Jondy put a hand to his cheek comfortingly, "isn't dead."

She dropped her hands from his cheek and shoulder and looked for a heart-rending moment that she was going to cry. "I…expected better…from you, of…all people. I…I thought you weren't the type to play like that, Zane."

"I'm not," he grabbed her hand when she started to get out of the booth. "Listen to me, Jondy, I'm not playing here. You should know me better than that." He pulled her back down and grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eye. "He's alive."

"No, you remember, just as well as I do, Syl calling to tell us what had happened. You remember her sobbing so hard she couldn't talk, so that Krit had to tell us for her that Zack was dead." Her face was perfectly cold, and so was her voice but he knew that under the surface emotions were raging. She had always had the hardest time concealing her emotions when they were kids, he realized now that she had had a lot more practice. But that didn't do anything for the fact that he knew her, and he knew what emotions were rolling just underneath the surface.

"I remember, but she didn't have all the information. Her and Krit only got half the story…there's more and it equals to a not dead Zack."

Her face crumpled and something that sounded disturbingly like a sob tore from her mouth, "Zack…is…is…alive?" He nodded his head slowly, smiling. "He can't be. Why wouldn't he have gotten in touch with one of us…with me?"

"I don't know why, but he's alive."

Her eyes searched his face, running over the high cheekbones and the square jaw and finally resting on his eyes. Something she found there must have done what his voice could not. "Big brother Zack; the over pretentious, paranoid, brick wall of a brother?"

"Sounds about right."

"He's alive?" a smile broke out on her face and it looked like she didn't know whether to cry or laugh. "Where is he?"

"I don't know yet." He held up a hand to fend off her questions, "a…friend of mine dropped some information in my lap. I've been looking for some of the others that Zack didn't let us keep in contact with, you know like Max and Rich. He's been helpful and two days ago he tells me Zack's still alive. He doesn't know where, he just knows who can tell us." He bit his lip and waited for what would come next.

"Who?" her eyes went cold and he knew that she was getting ready to kill anything that might get in her way.

"Remember a year or so ago when our cover was blown, and there was a broad cast across the country to tell us?"

"Eyes Only?" Her voice was incredulous as she remembered vividly the broadcast. It caught her eye, in the bar she had been working at for two months, when she had heard the designation X5. When the voice had proclaimed that her cover was blown she had dropped the bottle of bourbon that had been in her hands, it shattered on the floor, but she never saw it connect with the ground she had already been gone.

"He knows where Zack is." Zane was also remembering when he had seen the broadcast, leaving the garage he had been working in with a sad backward glance before he had taken off stopping at his place only to grab his dog, Sasha.

"How do we find him?" Her hand slapped down on the table and he watched as her jaw clenched.

"All I know is he's in Seattle…" He blinked and she was heading for the door. "Hey, Jondy, where are you going?"

"Where do you think?" She shot back, before she was running in a swirl of gold and blue

"I'm coming too, get back here!" He threw down some money and was bolting out the door to catch up to her.