A/N~ Okay people! Here it is. Chapter Five. Have fun! This chapter is from LOREN'S POV!!!

Disclaimer: Yes, we all know I don't own the Animorphs. Nor do I own "Once Upon a December" by Lynn Ahrens and Steven Flaherty.

The Animorphs were getting ready for a huge battle. It could be the end of the war if they won. And if not…I shivered. I didn't want to think about that. About everything that could go wrong. I couldn't bear the thought that I could lose my son again. And I hadn't even gotten to know him very well. But I did care about him, and I hoped he knew that.

Ever since I'd met him and had gotten involved in this war, I'd had this weird sort of pressure in my head, like there was something in me that was struggling to get out. Seeing the Hork-Bajir and the Andalite, Ax, caused it mostly. It had been very strong at first, but it seemed like it was dying down, now. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Could it be I was on the verge of remembering something?

Dancing bears.

Painted wings.

Things I almost remember.

I decided I needed a little time to think without all the distractions. I told Tobias I was going for a short walk in the woods, and I headed away from the valley. A couple hours ago, I'd suddenly felt like I was just almost on the verge of a breakthrough. The pressure in my head was unbelievable intense. What could have caused it? Fragments of dreams ran through my head, just out of reach.

It was extremely frustrating to be so close, and yet so far. Some part of me knew something, remembered a – a feeling. Something locked deep inside. There were flashes of blue racing through my head. Somehow, I knew that they were somehow responsible for the pressure.

And a song someone sings

Once upon a December.

I walked through the forest until I came to a small stream. Words and images flashed through my brain. Waterfall. A picture of smiling people with cigarettes. Yosemite. And always the something else. The big something, hidden at the edges of my memory, intense and strong. I couldn't grasp it. In frustration, I picked up a small rock and threw it across the stream, into the woods on the other side.

That motion triggered a slew of memories. Softball. I had played softball? Yes. Yes, I had. And suddenly had a memory of throwing a rock just like that. And there was a stream… I'd thrown it at something. Someone? I nearly screamed in frustration. Yeerk. Andalite. Had those words meant something to me before meeting Tobias? Had I been part of this war previously? I seemed to think maybe I had. I was found I had vague memories of spaceships and aliens and… and a black hole? I was more confused than ever.

Someone holds me safe and warm.

Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory…

I felt so stuck – so held back. I remembered the feeling I'd experienced briefly, of floating above the world on a hawk's wings. I suddenly needed to feel that awesome freedom again. I began to morph.

I lifted above the trees and glided over the forest. It was a beautiful day, and there was a nice warm breeze. It was a shame that such a day would be ruined by war. I suddenly caught a glimpse of something among the trees. Something blue. A chill ran through me. Could it be? Surely not. I circled and dropped downward into the trees a little way from where I'd seen it. I landed on a tree branch, and could see perfectly with my hawk eyes. I saw Tobias – I was sure it was him – on a tree branch just like me. When I landed, his gaze shifted, and he looked at me for a moment. Mom? he asked quietly, so only I could hear.

I couldn't answer. I was staring at the Andalite in front of him. While I stared, a million memories flooded my head, and I was having trouble understanding. One thing I knew though. This was it. The huge piece of the puzzle that I'd been missing. The most important one. It was HIM. Elfangor. I stared and stared. Elfangor. Elfangor who I'd loved so dearly. Who had meant so much to me. Why hadn't I remembered him?

Someone holds me safe and warm.

Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory…

I knew he'd seen me land too, but he assumed I was just another hawk. Tobias knew better. Mom, he said again. Is it…do you remember…what?

I turned my hawk's gaze on him briefly. I was too stunned to give a real answer, and my brain was awash with images and words and meanings. Elfangor, I said weakly.

Alright, said Tobias strangely. Thank you. He had already turned back to Elfangor, who'd been talking to him. They were planning something, but I wasn't listening. I was too busy thinking about my new/old memories. We'd been together – Elfangor and I. We'd been married. I remembered that now. I remembered our adventure with the Time Matrix, and Alloran and Arbron, and Chapman. I remembered going to college with him, and everything. But the memories just stopped. There was a long gap. I didn't remember Tobias's childhood – what I'd been part of. I didn't remember the accident. There was just a blank.

Why hadn't Elfangor been there? He should have been there after the accident. Why was I alone? What had I missed? The last thing I remembered was going to the doctor and finding out I was pregnant. At least I remembered that much about Tobias. I remembered how happy I'd been driving home to tell Elfangor. What then? I had to know. I was about to ask - to talk to him. But they were gone. They'd flown away while I'd been thinking. I'd missed my chance.

Far away, long ago,

Glowing dim as an ember,

Things my heart

Used to know,

Things it yearns to remember…

I opened my wings and lifted off the branch. I flew back to the stream where I'd morphed before, and demorphed. Then I walked back to the camp. They'd captured a prisoner and were using him to bribe Erek the Chee, who I'd heard about but never seen. I watched with some discontent, but I knew this was it. We had to win this battle. Then, my eyes fell on the prisoner. Again, I was stunned at what I saw. Was this possible? It was Chapman. The Chapman who'd been abducted with me. The sniveling little jerk who'd sold out the human race. And now he was a high-ranking Controller? I couldn't say I was terribly surprised. I wondered what had become of Visser Thirty-Two.

A little while later, as Jake gathered the auxiliary Animorphs, I saw Tobias return, and a seagull a ways behind him. Was that Elfangor? I felt a sharp pang in my heart. I hoped he hadn't forgotten me. I hoped something horrible hadn't happened between us that I wasn't remembering. I loved him. I knew I did. I couldn't watch the preparations for war when my heart was so full of love. I left, and walked back into the woods to sit by the stream.

And a song

Someone sings

Once upon a December.

A/N~ Yay! I apologize if you think that was too corny, but really, I was pressured into it. And I wanted to…And really – it's amnesia! Is it supposed to be reasonable?! Well, anyway, I hope you liked that. I should probably warn you, the next chapter might take awhile. I really haven't thought about it too much. Suggestions are welcome. If you don't already know, the song is from the animated musical Anastasia. (I love that movie sooo much…) Yeah, well – please review!!!

Oh, I think I'm gonna try and respond to everybody's reviews. Starting from the first chapter to be fair. I'll try and keep it short, as I know these bore some people (of course you don't actually have to read them. You could just scroll down and hit that review button.) ;-) If you reviewed more than once, I'll respond more than once.

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