Keep in mind that this is supposed to be vague. It was written for a LiveJournal entry originally and inspired by a friend of mine's drabbles. But it's also painfully obvious who I'm talking about.

She watched him as he slept; beads of sweat flowing down his flushed cheeks. The events of earlier that night were still fresh in his dreaming mind. Somehow, his anger at her being captured had released a great dark force that had changed him. Surely he'd never really hurt his friends…

"No matter what," she whispered, "I still believe in you. Perhaps you really do care about me since the fact that the enemy tried to kill me is what set you off. Or is it that woman you always see in your visions…the one who looks like me?"

It was a hard call. Whoever that woman was, she definitely was close to him in some way. Why else would he see her so easily when his entire past had just went missing? Probably some old lover that he'd never gotten over…

"I shouldn't jump to conclusions; it'll prevent me from ever telling him how I really feel. Besides, I might just be making a mountain out of a molehill again. For all I could know he could be thinking of a little sister or a cousin or maybe just a close family friend," she stated.

Just then, a low moan of anguish from the bed. He whispered, "No…not again. Please, I had to see her die once before! Don't make me live through it again! And don't let that witch take me away; I don't want to hurt anyone anymore."

The young woman placed a cool wet towel on his sweltering forehead. 'I don't know or understand what that dream is telling him. He told me he's used to having nightmares after all. However, why am I getting the feeling that there's more to this man than any of us thought? That he's got a dark secret that he hates himself for? The only way to help is to help him find his lost memory. Then, perhaps I can heal his wounded heart…'

She smiled; despite the fact that he couldn't see it while he slumbered. However, when she grabbed his hand in her own, his trembling stopped.

"Thank you…" he whispered as if he could see her, "I know you'll be able to save me from myself."

With his strange words still fresh in her head, she went to bed. However, she had no idea that one more of their group was still awake. The older girl looked over from her bed and seeing how she cared for him, how she was ready to do anything to protect him, she smiled.

'Perhaps your love is the only thing that can save him from who I think he really is,' she thought before she too lay down to sleep.