Writers Note: It has come to my attention that there are way too many stories on Dylan/Anthony. So I decided to try something different. Not to say that I don't love Dylan/Anthony stories, I do. And I know I've kinda used the plot before, but I thought this was a cool idea, so sue me. But I think it is time that we brought someone else back from the dead. Can ya guess who?

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He opened his eyes. Light, bright lights. Where was he? Heaven? No, he heard beeping, people talking. He turned his head, two men in uniforms. Angels? No, doctors.

The torn man tried to get up, but he couldn't. He immediately was thrown into panic. He couldn't remember. Who he was, where he was, what was going on? What the heck was going on?

He searched in his mind, trying to find something. A memory? All he could remember was a face. An auburn haired beauty. Who was she...

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"Dylan Sanders?" Dylan had arrived home to her little apartment, just in time to answer the phone. She had just gotten back from the ME2 premiere. Still a little shaken by what had happened only a few hours before, she went to the after party with her two best friends. But she only had one thing on her mind. Seamus. The devil who had tried to take her life away, and everyone involved in it.

"Yes, this is she. Who's this?" Dylan curiously tucked the wireless phone between her right shoulder as she turned on her small kitchen light.

"I'm calling from the hospital. We found your number, name, and address in one of the pant pockets of an unknown patient. We found him lying in an ally, pretty bad wounds. We tried to get some information out of him, but he didn't tell us anything." Dylan nearly dropped the phone in amazement.

They found someone in an ally, he couldn't tell them anything. Could it be Anthony? He doesn't speak. It had to be him!

"Um, I'll be right over." Dylan hung up the phone and raced into her bedroom. She had to quickly change out of her premiere clothes. He pulled on her "Rolling Stones" T shirt and a baggy pair of jeans, then raced out of the door to her car. She just knew Anthony was alive!

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"Dylan Sanders?" Dylan arrived at the hospital in a matter of minutes, eager to get to the hospital. She tried to avoid all of the traffic, caused by ME2. But she mad it there quickly.

"Yes. Where is he?" Dylan was greeted by a doctor, possibly the one she talked on the phone with. He motioned for her to follow him as he sleepily scratched his gray, balding head.

"Do you have a clue as to who this guy is?" The doctor asked as he quickly walked down the hospital hall.

"I have an idea." Dylan replied as she hurried to keep up with him.

"He has been asking us the same question for a while. Well, it's not really a question. He's just been saying "auburn haired" repeatedly." Dylan hopes died down a bit. Well, Anthony did like hair, so maybe he just started speaking...

"Over here, Ms. Sanders." The doctor opened one of the doors for her and motioned with his head to head inside.

Dylan held her breath in curiosity, as she started to walk inside the room.

She was shocked.

There, lying helplessly, was Seamus O'Grady. Pitiful looking, eyes closed, he was breathing heavily.

"He's alive?" The doctor appeared beside her, a clip board in his hands.

"We were surprised. It looks like he fell from that ten story building. He'll survive, but his left leg is in terrible shape. We're going to have to amputate his leg." Dylan's jaw was still dropped in disbelief. She'd have to deal with her past again. Something she really didn't want to do.

"Auburn hair?" Seamus's eyes opened as he slightly sat up. A huge smile appeared on his bloody lip.

"Would you like a moment alone with him? We'll have to take him into surgery in about an hour." Dylan nodded, the doctor left.

"Are you her?" Seamus asked in a cracky voice as Dylan slowly walked up to the side of the bed.

"What?" Seamus held out his arm, it had a couple of cuts, but it didn't look that bad.

"Can you tell me who I am? Or maybe where I am?" Dylan ignored his arm and sat in one of the chairs by the bed.

"Seamus, is this a trick?" Seamus raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"My name is Seamus?" His smile turned into a frown. "I'm not sure if I like that name." Dylan scratched her head in confusion.

"Are you trying to tell me that you have no memory? As in you've lost it?" Seamus nodded slightly. Then he tilted his head, his eyes scanning her.

"Are we married? Or are we just going out?" Dylan stood up quickly.

"Are you kidding me?" Dylan raced to the door, where she was met by the doctor.

"He's either lost his memory or his mind. What's going on here?" The doctor looked very concerned as he scratched his gray balding head.

"We'll look into it. With a fall like his, the possibilities of him having brain damage is very high." Dylan nodded in agreement. She looked back into the room. Her enemy was lying there, helpless. Totally helpless. She knew she wouldn't have anything to worry about anymore...

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"Ms. Sanders, the doctor will see you now..." It had been several hours since the doctor had sent her to the waiting room. Where she had been waiting, without a reason.

Why did she really have to know if he had lost his marbles and his left leg. It's not like he'd stick around for her. But the doctors insisted that she stay and wait.

The nurse guided her to the same hospital room as before, but Seamus wasn't in it.

"Ms. Sanders..." The doctor was standing by the bed, looking over X rays. "We amputated his leg. That's the good news. Seamus does have memory lose. He severely damaged a part of his brain. He doesn't remember anything. But he still does know how to spell, read, the basics. You can bring him home in a couple of days and we'll show you how to deal with his problem...."

"Wait, he doesn't live with me. He barely has any relation to me at all. Why does he have to come with me?" The doctor started scratching his head again, probably stress related.

"He has no one else to turn to. His entire family, as so I've heard, is in prison. No relatives to turn to, no friends. You're the only person. Plus, you obviously must have been very close." Dylan raised a confused eye brow.

"What are you talking about?" The doctor walked over to the small table in the corner of the room. There was a nearly empty box settled on it. The doctor took out a wallet that was placed down in the bottom of it, and opened it.

Dylan took it out of his hands and stared at it. There was at least ten pictures of her in it. Most of them when she was in high school, but there were a couple of present day ones.

"Uh, so he had a couple pictures of me in his wallet.... Besides, why couldn't you have told who he was?"

"He doesn't have a drivers license any more. He did go to prison for eight years but was released a couple of weeks ago. Ms. Sanders, if you don't take him in, he'll be spending the rest of his confused years at an institute. Do you really want him to suffer like that?" Dylan breathed a frustrated sigh.

"I'll think about it." The doctor nodded.

"We'll release him in two days. If you decided to take him in. Let us know by then." Dylan nodded.

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Dylan couldn't believe she was actually considering this. Take Seamus O'Grady in? After he had tried to kill her and her friends? And for how long?

A billion questions popped into her head as she drove back to her apartment. She had to get some rest, she had stayed up the whole night waiting for Seamus.

Suddenly her cell phone rang.

"Dylan, it's Natalie. Charlie's about to call." Dylan rolled her sleepy eyes at Natalie as she turned her car around to head towards the agency.

"I'll be right there." Dylan moaned out. Without waiting for a reply, Dylan hung up. They had just finished one of their most important missions the day before, and already they had to get back to work.