A/N: Sorry it took me a bit to get this chapter out ;; Anyway, I have it up and chapter four should come into existence shortly...I hope. Oh, and just a quick thing, you can tell me to update all you want, but if you're going to be rude about it...well...just don't be rude. Ever heard of writers block?hehehe I'll stop now.

It had been a few days and several tests before Takeshi was allowed to go home. They seemed so rigorous to make sure his amnesia was minimal that it nearly drove him insane. The cat scans and the MRI were nothing, when he thought about it, compared to the food he was forced to eat during his stay. He wished that memory had disappeared with the rest of them. Now that I think about it…Takeshi brought up the bit of good news that had happened during his hospital stay. While it was only a flash…I did remember something

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Takeshi found that no matter how many scans and tests he went to, he couldn't get used to be being pushed in a wheel chair. The nurse would say it was to make sure he didn't get dizzy. He would huff about it, but sit down regardless of how uncomfortable the barely padded seat was.

They wheeled him to his first and only MRI. Taking pictures of my brain…weird. Takeshi told himself. When he reached the room, he gladly got up, only to find he was going to have to lie perfectly still for about twenty minutes. Absolutely positively motionless, because, one movement would mean they would have to start over.

He laid down and found the most comfortable position he could on the hard plastic table that would go into the main machine where the scanning and pictures would be taken. The pillow did help some, even if he couldn't move it to prop his neck up better.

"Just take a deep breath and relax," the man working the machine said just as the table started to move Takeshi in. His eyes widened as a quick flicker of a memory came to him.

"Stay relaxed. Being tense won't help you win the race." That was all that he heard, but he could see something around him, like he was in the cockpit of something…but after that quick flash, it was gone he was already in the MRI so he couldn't say or do anything about it. That was until the test was over. The instant the table came out, Takeshi got up and dashed out the door. He knew the girl named Amy and some others were there, and he wanted them to know. The doctors where a little baffled by his sudden running prayed he wouldn't fall and hurt himself.

The last thing they needed was a malpractice law suit.

Amy sat patiently in the waiting room (only Satomi and Liz where with her and they had gone to get something to eat) so she nearly fell over from the scare that Takeshi gave her when he came jogging up to her and grabbed her shoulders. This was the first time Amy had seen such excitement in his eyes since the whole ordeal with his amnesia came about.

"Guess what?" he gave her a wide eyed smile. "When I was going into the MRI, I remembered something!"

"Really?" she stood up with an equally bright smile.

"Well…it was really quick, and just clip of a memory…but some one was saying something about being relaxed…for a race. And it felt like I was sitting in the something, like a pilot…" he paused for a moment and realized he couldn't really describe exactly what it had looked like, but he felt it was a pilot seat.

"Takeshi! That's great! You had a memory of being in a mech!" Amy cried merrily.

"A mech?" Takeshi gave her a puzzled look.

"Oh…right," she laughed nervously. "Well…I have to go talk to Satomi about something, but don't worry! You'll have your memory back soon if my idea really works!"

The people said to be his parents and younger sister came to get him and promptly took him home only to ask him a million questions he couldn't answer. They wouldn't stop even if he didn't answer them. They just kept pestering him.

Questions like "Do you remember me? I'm your mother," or "How do you feel, do you recognize anything?" He wanted to scream out that nothing they showed him struck any chord of memories at all. Takeshi finally did snap some when his sister came into his room the night of his home coming.

"Hey…Take-"

"What?" He didn't mean to yell at her, it was just hearing his name over and over for the past few days wasn't helping any to the head aches he received from time to time. When he saw her cowering behind the door frame, he sighed heavily. "Sorry…what is it?"

"I just wanted to tell you dinner was ready…" her voice faded. Takeshi nearly jumped out of his bed and dashed to the doorway.

"REAL FOOD!"

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Riiiiing

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

Being the only home at the moment, Takeshi picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Ah! Just the person I wanted to hear!" the familiar female's voice came through. "It's Satomi. I was calling to ask you something. Amy thought of something and I want to see if it might work…" Takeshi could tell the Satomi woman was probably smiling by the tone of her voice.

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Takeshi stood in complete awe as he stared up at the giant mech. It was in every respect much greater than anything he could have imagined.

Another quick note: I've had an MRI before, and I tried my best to base it off that...though it might be more high tech and such since this is placed in the future, and I wasn't sure what to do with it, but I tried hard to make it sound good.