Epilogue
That evening, two very content people lingered together on the porch, watching the sunset. Steve couldn't take his eyes off of her as she nestled cozily in his arms.
"Does this make us an official couple again?" Jaime asked lightly.
"Probably does." Steve grinned. "If you'll remind me one more time - what was your name?"
"Funny, Austin," she laughed. "Hey - turns out that psychic was right; the one you took me to on my 18th birthday. She said we'd have 'many difficulties, several long separations', but in the end, we'd be together, that we were soulmates."
It hit Steve first. "You remember that?"
Jaime's eyes grew wide. "Yeah...I do! I remember her, and when you came back from college for my senior prom, and getting engaged, and..." her voice turned quiet "...my accident. Guess you can't pick and choose when it comes to memories, huh? I'd have been perfectly happy to leave that last one buried."
"Wow. Lady, you are amazing -"
"Nope. We are amazing. And we, the two of us, coming together - exactly the right approach."
Steve chuckled. "If I'd have known that was what it took, I could've cured you a long time ago."
"Oh my God - What do we tell Rudy? He'll wanna know what finally did the trick!"
"How 'bout the truth?" Steve suggested.
"Right. 'Rudy, we spent most of the day in bed, and when we got up, I had my memory back.' Don't think so."
"Why not? We're both grown adults; we're allowed." Steve grinned. "Might even make the medical journals - we've invented a new form of therapy."
Jaime laughed. "Let's tell him it was the diary and keep the rest just for us."
"You ever gonna read that diary?"
"Maybe we can look at it together. Chopper's not coming for over two days. That's a lot of time to fill..."
"I can keep you busy," Steve volunteered. "You won't be bored."
"Is that a promise?"
"You bet."
END