To Love Again

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Chapter 21

Safe in Your Arms

Fox paced back in forth in the lobby of a Parisian hospital. He was beyond worried for Theresa. He had finally found her and he was frightened that there was a slim chance that he could lose her again.

Fox stopped his pacing when he was approached by the doctor. "Is Theresa all right?" Asked Fox too worried to remember too speak French. The doctor gave a weak smile luckily he spoke English. "She is stable but I'm afraid we have a small problem." "What?" Said Fox a bit alarmed. "Well if you didn't save her as fast as you did she could have suffered a severe case of Hypothermia."

"Then what is the small problem?" Fox asked a little frustrated that the doctor was taking his time with telling him the problem. "Theresa is suffering a mild case of amnesia." "Amnesia?" Fox said with surprise. 'Great... I find her and now she won't even remember me.'

"I'm sure once you familiarize her with some things she will regain her memory very quickly" Said the doctor. "So it's just temporary right?" Asked Fox hopefully. "Exactly." He said simply. "May I see her?" "Yes right this way." Said the doctor leading Fox to Theresa's room.

Fox walked in looking over at the still form of what he still couldn't believe was Theresa. He walked over to her side and sat down next to her. He reached out and took her hand in his. He rubbed her cold hand with his thumb before bringing it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss upon it.

Theresa stirred from her sleep. She moaned and then opened her eyes. She met Fox's eyes calmly and stared deeply into them without saying a word. 'Maybe she remembers me.' Fox thought. Hope sparking in his heart and warming it.

"Where am I?" She asked tiling her head to look at her surroundings. Fox sighed. 'Of course she doesn't remember me.' "Your in a hospital, there was. well you were in somewhat of an accident." Theresa looked up into this stranger's eyes. She couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity with him.

"Who are you?" She asked. "My name is Fox..." "Oh......" She said trying to place his face somewhere but failed miserably. "I'm sorry that I can't remember you." She said sadly. Fox hated seeing her like this. She looked so pale and her hair was disheveled. He hated to think of what could've happened to her if he hadn't been there the moment she had run out onto to the ice.

'I just wish I knew why that man was chasing her.' Fox thought feeling his stomach well up with anger and fury. Once he knew that Theresa was being taken care of by a doctor he had called the police and filed a report. He wasn't just going to let the chance of a real sicko being out on the loose.

Theresa lifted her free hand up to her eyes. She didn't seem to mind that her hand was being held by what she considered was a stranger. Theresa made a little sound as she stared at the hospital band around her wrist. "So my name is Theresa." She said turning her gaze back to Fox.

"Yeah that's your name... Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald." She sighed, moving her hand in Fox's. He moved to let go but before he could fully pull away Theresa took his hand back in hers. "Fox... I know this might be a stupid question but... were we... ever involved?" She asked looking into his eyes becoming numb by there depth. 'Why do I feel like this isn't the first time I've felt this way?' She thought a bit confused.

"Well not exactly..." "Oh..." Said Theresa, a little disappointedly. "We were getting kind of close though. sort of coming to terms about the relationship that we had." 'God I've almost forgotten how beautiful her eyes were.' He thought as he summoned up all of his strength at that moment so that he wouldn't grab Theresa and pull her into an embrace but he didn't want to scare her.

"Were we in love?" She asked. "I know I was..." He said smiling a little but Theresa could tell that he was unhappy. 'How am I to explain everything that has happened to us? I mean its way too long a story.' "When am I being released?" Asked Theresa, changing the subject. "I don't know but what I do know is soon, I'm sure the doctors just want to make a few last minute tests and then you'll be free to go." He said noticing that Theresa was gently squeezing his hand.

A small yawn escaped Theresa's lips. "I should probably let you rest." Said Fox ready to stand and leave. "No!" Said Theresa startled that he was leaving. "Please stay... at least until I fall asleep." She pleaded with a small pout, not knowing that in LA she would jokingly do that when she was with him and wanted something.

Fox gave a sigh wavered by emotion. "Sure... I'll stay with you... if that's what you want." He said sitting back down. "Good." Theresa said happily. She still held onto Fox's hand never letting go for a minute. Theresa slowly closed her eyes. "Fox." Theresa yawned. "Yes Theresa?" "Can you lie down beside me?" She asked, eyes still closed. "What ever M' lady wishes." He said letting go of her hand and moving to her side. He lay out next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Once he did that she took his hand in hers again.

"Fox?" "Yes Theresa?" "Can you tell me about my life...?" "Well..." He began deciding that he was only going to tell her the good which meant leaving out Ethan. "You have three brothers two older and one younger then you, I'm sure you probably have more siblings but none that I can remember at the moment." "Mmmm... what are their names?" She asked enjoying the warmth that was radiating from Fox's body. She still felt awfully cold. "Well there's Antonio and Luis and the youngest Miguel." He could still smell the soft sent of rose petals that seemingly floated off of her body.

"What of my parents?" "You have a mother, Pilar." "What about my father?" "He... died when you were really young. I don't think you even knew him well." Said Fox. He didn't quite know the truth of her father's disappearance all he knew was that one day he went missing. "Oh..." Said Theresa sadly.

"Did I have any friends?" "Of course... you had me and this really nice girl named Whitney." "Whitney... she sounds so familiar." "Well she is your best friend... I wouldn't be surprised if you'd remember her." Theresa at that moment tried so hard to remember but it was useless, she couldn't match the faces that swam in her head with the name. "Theresa... can you remember anything... anything at all?" "Well... when I was sleeping I could see flashes of things... like faces of people and sometimes places."

Fox hoped his face was among those she had seen. "There is this one particular person that I see though... it seems to pop up in my memory the most." "Who is it?" Fox asked stiffening. 'Please God let it not be Ethan.' "An old man... though I can't remember his face, it was always blurred but I could tell he was old... he had a sense of power to him... it kind of scared me a little." She said giving off a small laugh.

'An old man? Power? Could it possibly be... no... It couldn't be Alistair. Why would Theresa remember grandfather?' He thought confused. Theresa slowly fell asleep in the warmth of Fox's arms feeling beyond safe with him. "Oh Theresa... what's going on?" He said quietly as he laid his head upon hers and slowly fell asleep himself.

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