He sat down across from Samantha in the small diner, reaching for his menu and looking it over before looking up at her. "So tell me, who's Martin Fitzgerald? He obviously knows me but I can't remember a thing about him."
Samantha frowned, "you still don't remember anything?"
"I remember you."
"From the hospital?"
He nodded. He wasn't going to tell her about his other memories, especially after what he saw back at the office.
"None of it's coming back." She sighed.
"After spending time with Maria, I'm not sure that's a bad thing." He leaned forward, elbows on the forgotten menu as he watched her. "Who's Martin?"
"He's part of the team you used to work for, the Missing Persons Unit."
"Right. That would make sense." He paused for a moment. "You two dating?"
Her eyes widened in response. "Why would you think that?"
He shrugged. "Just an---observation."
"What's going on with you, Jack?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm lost."
"You mentioned you had a fight with Maria." She stared at him.
He nodded, taking a drink of water from the glass in front of him. "Yeah and I left to come back here but now I'm not sure why. The thing I came back for seems to be gone."
"What's that?" She continued to stare at him.
"You."
"Oh. You said you didn't remember anything though."
"I remember how to lie."
"What else are you lying about?" She quipped.
"Just that." He sighed. "All I remember is stuff about you---I don't even remember anything about my family!"
"I'm sure it'll come back to you." Samantha's hand reached across the table.
"Are you dating him?" he asked again. He figured he already knew the answer but he needed to hear her say it.
"We haven't officially gone out," Samantha frowned, "but we are sleeping together."
Jack nodded. "Oh."
Samantha sighed. "I know it isn't what you wanted to hear but---" she paused, "you hurt me."
"Wish I could remember doing so. I would know what I did wrong."
"No you don't." Her eyes fluttered closed and opened again looking up at him. "Your better off not remembering."
He looked away from her, taking a deep breath. "I'm beginning to think that lunch wasn't such a good idea."
"I don't mean to upset you," She breathed. "I just---getting over you, was the hardest thing I've ever had to do."
"Then why did you lead me on?"
"Excuse me?"
"In the hospital. You said you love me."
She stood up. "I should go back to work."
He nodded, looking down at the table. "Tell Martin I said hi," he muttered.
She tossed some cash on the table and grabbed her coat. "If you hadn't of gone to Chicago, things might have turned out differently."
He looked up at her, trying to hide his anger. How could she even think that he would choose to do that? "Yeah--I suppose so."
She grabbed her keys from the table. "I never led you on." She clarified "I was only being honest." She headed out the door.
To Be Continued...
Samantha frowned, "you still don't remember anything?"
"I remember you."
"From the hospital?"
He nodded. He wasn't going to tell her about his other memories, especially after what he saw back at the office.
"None of it's coming back." She sighed.
"After spending time with Maria, I'm not sure that's a bad thing." He leaned forward, elbows on the forgotten menu as he watched her. "Who's Martin?"
"He's part of the team you used to work for, the Missing Persons Unit."
"Right. That would make sense." He paused for a moment. "You two dating?"
Her eyes widened in response. "Why would you think that?"
He shrugged. "Just an---observation."
"What's going on with you, Jack?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm lost."
"You mentioned you had a fight with Maria." She stared at him.
He nodded, taking a drink of water from the glass in front of him. "Yeah and I left to come back here but now I'm not sure why. The thing I came back for seems to be gone."
"What's that?" She continued to stare at him.
"You."
"Oh. You said you didn't remember anything though."
"I remember how to lie."
"What else are you lying about?" She quipped.
"Just that." He sighed. "All I remember is stuff about you---I don't even remember anything about my family!"
"I'm sure it'll come back to you." Samantha's hand reached across the table.
"Are you dating him?" he asked again. He figured he already knew the answer but he needed to hear her say it.
"We haven't officially gone out," Samantha frowned, "but we are sleeping together."
Jack nodded. "Oh."
Samantha sighed. "I know it isn't what you wanted to hear but---" she paused, "you hurt me."
"Wish I could remember doing so. I would know what I did wrong."
"No you don't." Her eyes fluttered closed and opened again looking up at him. "Your better off not remembering."
He looked away from her, taking a deep breath. "I'm beginning to think that lunch wasn't such a good idea."
"I don't mean to upset you," She breathed. "I just---getting over you, was the hardest thing I've ever had to do."
"Then why did you lead me on?"
"Excuse me?"
"In the hospital. You said you love me."
She stood up. "I should go back to work."
He nodded, looking down at the table. "Tell Martin I said hi," he muttered.
She tossed some cash on the table and grabbed her coat. "If you hadn't of gone to Chicago, things might have turned out differently."
He looked up at her, trying to hide his anger. How could she even think that he would choose to do that? "Yeah--I suppose so."
She grabbed her keys from the table. "I never led you on." She clarified "I was only being honest." She headed out the door.
To Be Continued...