Finally, peace and quiet. Maria had been there for hours... much longer then he would have preferred. It was weird, for some reason, he couldn't figure out why he would have ever married her. She was irritating, to say the least.
All he wanted was to see Samantha. Maria had refused, ordering the doctors not to let him call her. Why couldn't he call her? It bothered him, not knowing why Maria disliked Samantha so much.
There was a soft knocking at the door and he groaned. God, don't let it be Maria, he thought. He turned, a smile coming to his face when he saw familiar blonde hair.
"Samantha!"
She smiled, walking into the room and over beside his bed. She reached for his hand, cupping it between her's. "How are you feeling?"
"Exhausted. Who knew learning about yourself could be so tiring?" She nodded like she understood. He guessed she didn't. "I can't remember anything."
He watched her frown, now he knew she was confused. "Anything at all?"
"Maria came in today, before that, I don't remember ever seeing her. I don't remember you except---" He stopped, he didn't know who Samantha was, could he trust her? He had to have someone he could talk to. It all seemed to be a conspiracy, with the doctors working on his 'wife's' side. He definitely couldn't trust them. Definitely.
"Except what?" She pulled a chair over so that she was sitting beside his bed and leaned closer to him. She seemed to notice the hesitation and fear in his voice. "Jack, you can trust me."
"I had this--memory, I guess you could call it. There was a building in the dark, then I saw you.. laying in a pool of blood." He looked over at her, pain etched across his face. "I want to know everything, Sam. Every last detail."
"You called me Sam," she whispered.
"So?"
"How did you know to call me Sam?"
"I don't know. It just came out."
She nodded. "You want to know everything? Your name is Jack Malone, you're an FBI agent. Your wife's name is Maria, you have two little girls, Hanna and Kate and.. that's about it."
He shook his head. "That's not all of it. I want to know about you."
"Me?" she croaked. She let go of his hands and looked down at the worn down flooring. "I don't think you want to know that part."
"Please," he whispered. How could it be so bad? The only things he could remember were things about her, that had to mean that there was something between them. It overjoyed him to know that he had children, the fact that they were with Maria dulled that, but it still made him happy. What would make him happier would be knowing who Samantha was and how they were connected.
"I work with you. Worked. Technically, you transferred out of our department the day you went into your coma."
"That's it?" He had a hard time believing that that was the only connection they had.
"We uh--were involved--at one time."
"Involved? What do you mean?" He was married to Maria.. how could he have been 'involved' with Samantha?
She sighed deeply. "We had an affair."
Wow. That surprised him. "An---affair?"
Samantha nodded, standing up to leave. "I'm not happy about it, and since you can't remember it I suppose it would be best to leave it in the past."
"Wait," he called. She turned, hand resting on the door knob, and stared at him. "Can I ask one more question?" She nodded slowly. "Was it love?"
The question didn't seem to faze her as she took a deep breath and held his gaze. "For me, or for you?"
"Both..."
"I love you, Jack. I know it in my heart. You'll have to answer the other part."
And with that, she left.
To Be Continued...
All he wanted was to see Samantha. Maria had refused, ordering the doctors not to let him call her. Why couldn't he call her? It bothered him, not knowing why Maria disliked Samantha so much.
There was a soft knocking at the door and he groaned. God, don't let it be Maria, he thought. He turned, a smile coming to his face when he saw familiar blonde hair.
"Samantha!"
She smiled, walking into the room and over beside his bed. She reached for his hand, cupping it between her's. "How are you feeling?"
"Exhausted. Who knew learning about yourself could be so tiring?" She nodded like she understood. He guessed she didn't. "I can't remember anything."
He watched her frown, now he knew she was confused. "Anything at all?"
"Maria came in today, before that, I don't remember ever seeing her. I don't remember you except---" He stopped, he didn't know who Samantha was, could he trust her? He had to have someone he could talk to. It all seemed to be a conspiracy, with the doctors working on his 'wife's' side. He definitely couldn't trust them. Definitely.
"Except what?" She pulled a chair over so that she was sitting beside his bed and leaned closer to him. She seemed to notice the hesitation and fear in his voice. "Jack, you can trust me."
"I had this--memory, I guess you could call it. There was a building in the dark, then I saw you.. laying in a pool of blood." He looked over at her, pain etched across his face. "I want to know everything, Sam. Every last detail."
"You called me Sam," she whispered.
"So?"
"How did you know to call me Sam?"
"I don't know. It just came out."
She nodded. "You want to know everything? Your name is Jack Malone, you're an FBI agent. Your wife's name is Maria, you have two little girls, Hanna and Kate and.. that's about it."
He shook his head. "That's not all of it. I want to know about you."
"Me?" she croaked. She let go of his hands and looked down at the worn down flooring. "I don't think you want to know that part."
"Please," he whispered. How could it be so bad? The only things he could remember were things about her, that had to mean that there was something between them. It overjoyed him to know that he had children, the fact that they were with Maria dulled that, but it still made him happy. What would make him happier would be knowing who Samantha was and how they were connected.
"I work with you. Worked. Technically, you transferred out of our department the day you went into your coma."
"That's it?" He had a hard time believing that that was the only connection they had.
"We uh--were involved--at one time."
"Involved? What do you mean?" He was married to Maria.. how could he have been 'involved' with Samantha?
She sighed deeply. "We had an affair."
Wow. That surprised him. "An---affair?"
Samantha nodded, standing up to leave. "I'm not happy about it, and since you can't remember it I suppose it would be best to leave it in the past."
"Wait," he called. She turned, hand resting on the door knob, and stared at him. "Can I ask one more question?" She nodded slowly. "Was it love?"
The question didn't seem to faze her as she took a deep breath and held his gaze. "For me, or for you?"
"Both..."
"I love you, Jack. I know it in my heart. You'll have to answer the other part."
And with that, she left.
To Be Continued...