Okay, peoples! I'm sorry for not updating right away, but I was on vacation in Pasadena for the past few days. And I wasn't going to write a new chapter on my mom's laptop, now was I?

I realized something about this fic that I hadn't before. Anyone see The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? I haven't, but I get the gist.

Man loves woman. Man brainwashes himself to forget woman. But man falls in love with woman again. As fate would have it. See a similarity?

And another little note—I FINALLY GOT THE FIRST GAME! YES! So now I know what Vale looks like! Okay. I'm done now.

Chapter Seven

At Last

Jenna trudged down the snow-covered mountain, her brain on stand-by. She was numb; numb from the cold, numb from Alex's words, numb from his surprising affection. She would have to think it through… but over a cup of hot chocolate with Piers by her side.

She didn't notice Piers absence from dinner, but now she assumed that he went back down to Vale after waiting for her. She hoped he hadn't eaten yet.

Jenna entered the little village and went up to her house. She entered, and went up to her room without acknowledging anyone. She pulled off her coat, boots, scarf, and gloves and sat on her bed.

She took a deep breath and let it out, and all the words and thoughts of the past couple of hours came rushing back.

Alex was interested…in her. Her, Jenna, the Fire Master from Vale. The one with the weakness to water. Perhaps that was why he was interested, because he had some power over her. He was her weakness.

Anger flared in Jenna's mind. How dare he assume that she would just lie down and take his shit and not try to rebel? If he did, he had another think coming. (A/N below)

Jenna stomped downstairs and out of the house. She headed over to Piers' house, and pounded on the door. His mother opened it somewhat timidly, but she brightened when she saw Jenna.

"Jenna!" she exclaimed and pulled her inside the warm house. "Piers is upstairs. I do hope you'll try to help him through this problem he seems to be going through," she advised before bustling off to another room of the house, humming contentedly.

She sure seems happy, Jenna thought before going up the stairs to Piers' room. He was bent over his desk, scribbling something down furiously.

Jenna sat on his bed and huffed. "I can't believe that he did that!" she snorted and waited for Piers' reply, but nothing came. She cocked an eyebrow. If he kept this up, she would start to get testy.

"Piers? Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked. He turned and regarded her with his amber eyes, but… something was wrong.

"What is it?" Jenna asked, drawing her head back a bit to take in his whole image.

Was he moving again? To some far off place like Madra or back to Lemuria? Life would be unbearable without him by her side.

Piers frowned. Then he sniffed and asked her, "Are you wearing perfume or oil or something?"

Jenna raised an eyebrow. "Yes, why?" she asked. Piers shrugged, then turned back to his scribbling. But before long he turned again.

"Who are you again?"

Alex smirked to himself. His plan was nearly complete, but only if Jenna took the bait. And he hoped she would.

He studied her expression through his little pool of special water. It wasn't horrified, it wasn't scared. It wasn't sad or angry either. It was blank. Then her face broke into a smile and Alex felt his heart skip a beat.

She began to laugh. Alex was perplexed. This wasn't what he expected or wanted, but perhaps it was just some shock going to her head.

"Piers, if this is a joke, I'm waiting for the punch line," she said in a canny voice. The pool wasn't perfect, but it worked better than his mirror.

Piers just studied her. Alex began to panic. He was trying to remember, and Alex wasn't exactly thorough. He hadn't erased every single thing that Piers remembered about Jenna, and he knew that that was impossible. But he had tried his best in a span of about ten seconds.

Alex took a deep breath and let it out. Maybe Piers would just stop trying to remember and kick her out onto the curb. And maybe Jenna would run back up the mountain to his tower without a second thought. And maybe pigeons actually have an IQ.

When Piers didn't respond, Jenna panicked as well. She got up and started to yell frantically. "What do you mean, who am I? I am your best friend, Jenna! Remember!" she cried, and sank to the floor.

Alex shot a fist up into the air triumphantly, but then Piers said, "Wait. You're Jenna?" Jenna looked up, and Alex deflated. There went his plan.

Jenna nodded desperately and got up. Piers stood, and said softly, "You're the one who my mom was talking about?" Jenna nodded, even if she didn't know what he meant.

"You can't be my best friend!" he said defiantly, and Jenna wilted again. But then he added, "You're way out of my league."

Jenna looked up and asked, "What do you mean?" Piers sat down again and looked at her.

"You're way too pretty," he said sincerely. Jenna felt her face heat up and she grinned. She jumped up and hugged him.

"I'm not out of your league, Picard," she said into his shoulder. "In fact, I think I'm just inside it." Then she tilted her head upwards and kissed him.

Piers was shocked. He had just met this girl and there she was, kissing him. But it felt nice, and it also felt like an anvil was lifted off his shoulders. So he began to kiss her back.

Alex stared at the pool, shocked out of his mind. They were…kissing. That was supposed to be him, not that stupid, pathetic Lemurian.

His shock was replaced by rage and a twinge of sadness. Rage at the fact that he had lost, and sadness at the theory that he would win. He honestly thought that Jenna would leave Piers for him, but she hadn't. She had stayed.

Alex cradled his head in his hands and felt his tears run down his cheeks. He had lost. It was over. His plan failed.

He let the tears run, slow and sure. But, as soon as they came, they left. And once again, he was angry.

But after he sat there, watching them, happy at last, it didn't seem so bad. Perhaps this was meant to be. Perhaps that was his purpose—to bring those two together. They sure as hell weren't going to do it themselves. He was just a wake-up call.

Alex thought he loved Jenna, but the truth was; he didn't. He didn't know what it was he felt for her, but, whatever it was, it wasn't love.

Alex sighed. He may not have loved Jenna, but it still hurt. And he would just have to find a way to get over that hurt, because he had a feeling that it would be there for a very long time.

So he put his hands on his head and closed his eyes.

And when he opened them, he gazed into the pool of water. I wonder who they are, he thought. Then he got up and went to his room for some much needed rest.

Piers had long since pulled away from Jenna. They were both a little drunk from the kiss, and they were both grinning at each other like fools. But Piers felt a small tingle run through his body, and then images began running through his mind.

An image of him and Jenna sparring came first. That was when he first realized his attraction to her. Next was an image of them dancing, the only two without dates for the annual Halloween dance. Next was them fighting, side by side, the guardian of Lemuria, Poseidon. And then he saw her comforting him when he heard that his uncle had died. He saw himself giving her an amber necklace, and he felt her gratitude, and much more, in the friendly peck on the cheek she gave him. More and more memories flooded his mind, and the more they came, the more Piers felt for the Mars Adept.

Piers looked at Jenna, who was still grinning like a fool. He said incredulously, "I remember now." Jenna grinned again, and she nestled into Piers' shoulder once more.

"I'm glad," she said. And they were content.

After a few minutes of them taking in the moment, Piers led Jenna down for dinner. His mother waited at the foot of the stairs, wringing a towel nervously. "Is everything okay?" she asked, still wringing tensely.

Piers looked at her and said, proud and sure, "Yes. Yes it is."

(A/N) I think this is the right phrase, but whatever. It's such a stupid string of words.

And ARGH! I just remembered that Piers' mother died in the Lost Age! I am momentously stupid for that. I apologize. And yes, I read the handbook. No freakin' way was I going in without it.

I'm a little sad to say this, but unless I can think up an epilogue, this is the final chapter! I'm glad that this story came such a long way from what it once was, and I thank Xanda and Natsuhiboshi and GoldenTalesGeek for being the greatest reviewers for my first Golden Sun fic. Hopefully I'll be able to write another. Any ideas?

-MidnightPhoenix320