A/N: Sorry if that took kinda long. Originally, this story was supposed to be just a long one-shot, but after completing the first part, I decided it would be better off as a chaptered fic. And then, in the middle of writing this chapter, I got bored with it, and thus the pretty long wait. Haha. I don't expect to go very far with this, maybe six or seven short chapters oughta do it. Now, enough of my rambling. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the KND.

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As weird as it may sound, it was her first time to ever put a gurney in an elevator, and it wasn't easy.

She waited impatiently as the elevator 'dinged' at every floor, not comfortable in the slightest bit. At long last, she arrived at the designated floor, feeling no rush as she found Room 343.

When she entered the room, pushing the gurney like a grocery cart, Kuki realized that she had to transfer him to the hospital bed and change his clothes to the hospital gown.

"Great," she muttered aloud, then it dawned on her. 'Uh-oh.'

She picked up the phone on the side table and pressed a button, a direct line, to the receptionist's desk.

"Um, hehe, Vicky?" Her gaze was directed to the patient. He wasn't obese or anything, but muscles were just as heavy as fat, weren't they?

"Vicky? Can you send up a male nurse to Room 343? I'm going to need some help."

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The door opened, and the male nurse, Jason, smirked at her.

"I'm done, I think you can go in now," he winked.

She murmured her thanks to him, not in the mood for his teasing/subtle flirting.

"Your first time as a personal, huh?"

She flushed in spite of herself. "God, am I that obvious?"

She saw him wink as she prepared to close the door.

"You're shy."

She heard his footsteps fading outside. Her brow furrowed. 'I'm shy?' She snorted at the idea. Then her eyes fell upon her 'personal' patient, as Jason put it.

He was laid on the bed, as if in a coffin, his clothes neatly folded on the side table and replaced by a pristine white hospital gown that blended with the sheets, so only his tanned skin stood out. She picked up the thick folder and sat herself down on a chair beside the bed, deciding to occupy her time by finding more about this 'Wally' until he woke up.

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When she had finished, mind boggled by the information she had just read, she glanced up at the clock, realizing it had taken her two hours. And the guy still hadn't woken up.

Well, at least now she knew about 'the guy.'

Wallabee David Beatles, born March 20 in Sidney, Australia. Moved to Cleveland when he was six. Both parents are office workers who are now nearing retirement. Has a 10-year-old brother named Joey. Went to the same elementary school she did. Oddly, she didn't recall ever seeing, much less meeting him. He moved back to Australia for middle school, and, when his parents had a brief separation, came back to the States for college. Took a course in Fine Arts and Architecture/Engineering, currently studying Political Science, and now works part-time at a music store. Been featured on a popular boxing show. Lives in a condominium that only people with six-digit salaries can afford. Anyway, it sounded like he had a lot going for him.

But suddenly, over a year ago, friends and family reported that his attitude changed. Once outgoing and cheerful, he became cold and withdrawn. Soon, his parents sent him to a therapist. After a couple of meetings, the specialist insisted that his mental state was fine. Turns out, everything was not fine, and he was urged to see different doctors about insomnia, stress, alleged clinical depression, and, recently, was prescribed to take sleeping pills. Months later, he had an overdose and was found unconscious in his condominium. He was rushed to the hospital and nearly died, if not for the quick-thinking of the E.R. doctors. If it had happened once, it was understandable, but four times? Kuki had taken a course in Psychology, and after one look at the case, she instantly knew that Wallabee had been attempting suicide.

She studied him. He certainly didn't look like the type who would do such a thing, wasn't he?

'No, he's not,' piped a voice in her head. Wait a minute, how would she know that?

She realized that never actually looked athis face. No, not that much. It didn't help that his hair covered most of it. Reprimanding herself for her own curiosity, she stood up and went closer, until she was completely hovering above him.

'Just one little peek,' she told herself. 'One little peek…'

Her hand reached out to his face and brushed away golden strands from his forehead. Once she got a clear view, she breathed deeply.

"Woah…"

He was handsome, that's for sure. Fully Adonis features, as some say. But oh my, she had definitely seen it before, but where? Her hand traveled down his cheek, fully entranced, when suddenly, his eyes fluttered open, revealing the most beautiful emerald orbs she had ever seen. No, wait, that wasn't right. She had seen them before.

Before she had a single reoccurring dream of the Accented Rescuer, there had been another evening reverie that she always had, beginning from her thirteenth birthday. And for some reason, the one this dream featured was strangely similar to the one she was having now… almost… connected.

"You stupid jerk!"

She shook her fists at the rude boy who was already running away from her. Her vision blurred with tears as she laid eyes upon her ruined History project, a model of the White House made with toothpicks. She had been fumbling around carrying it home to add her final touches for its submission tomorrow, when that stupid kid slammed into her. He didn't even say sorry.

It was nearing sunset, and her parents soon be worrying over her whereabouts, but that didn't stop her from slumping down on her ass on the sidewalk, crying, hopelessly trying to gather the countless toothpicks that had scattered, the remnants of her supposed A+.

"Erm, ah… ya okay there?" Came a hesitant voice above her, with a slight intonation that differed from the average American.

She looked up at the stranger with red-rimmed eyes, a glare on her face. "Do I look okay, dummy-head?"

He scowled, putting his hands in his pockets. "Foine, foine, Ah waz just tryin' ta help." He began to walk away, pulling the hood of his red jersey over his blond head.

"No, wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be mean!" Kuki screamed after him, her sobs coming back full force. He turned around until he was tight above her again.

"I didn't mean it, okay? I'm sorry. It's just…

"SomestupidjerkruinedmyHistoryprojectanditwasmyonlychanceofgettinganA+onitandifIfailagainmymom'sgonnakillmeeventhoughshe'dgonnakillmeanywaycozI'mwaypastmycurfewandI'mjustreallyMISERABLE!"

The words rushed together and came out incomprehensible, even if she did yell the last one.

The boy bent his knees until he was at her level, and took her chin in his hand, stunning green eyes glinting with sympathy.

"Ah didn't really get anythin' except for 'miserable,' but Ah think that's enough. So... wanna get some ice cream? Mah treat."

He smiled so warmly and sincerely that she can only murmur a quiet 'thank you' as he helped her pick up the toothpicks and stand up. They walked in silence to the ice cream parlor, where he got a strawberry-cream sundae while she got a chocolate-peppermint cone. They didn't talk much, but they almost seemed like… friends.

Afterwards, he offered to walk her home.

When they reached her porch, she turned to him gratefully.

"Um, thanks for helping me awhile ago… and for the ice cream too. I guess I've caused you enough trouble, and, um… you can go now." She admitted sheepishly.

He grinned that big, infectious smile again that showed perfectly white teeth.

Ah didn't help ya only coz Ah havta, Ah did it coz Ah wanted ta. Now, not to be bargin' in or anythin', but Ah think ya need help with puttin' that back together." He pointed to the mass of cardboard and toothpicks her project had been reduced to.

"Are you sure? I mean, your parents must be worried sick already and I think you also have school tomorrow and…"

He waved his had in dismissal. "Hey, Ah thought we covered that already. Now, are ya gonna be lettin' meh insoide or jus' standin' around here?"

She rang the doorbell and in half a second her mom appeared, looking both angry and relieved.

"Kuki? Where've you been? I was waiting for you to call me…"

"Mom. MOM! I'm alright. Some kid just ruined my project and… and he," she gestured to the blonde boy. "Helped me pick them up."

She whispered in his ear, "Um… what's your name again?"

She felt him smile, but before he could answer, she always woke up. Sometimes, by the ringing of the alarm clock, and strangely, even though it was still nighttime, as if some unknown force was keeping her from knowing the familiar stranger's name.

Nevertheless, that didn't brace her for the sheer shock of it.

"Oh!" A little gasp slipped through her lips, and his hand grabbed her wrist in a firm grip, pulling her to mere inches from his face.

"Where am Ah?" He drawled in a heavy, dangerous Australian accent.

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A/N: Haha, Wally's awake! And he's one H(ot) chunk of Australia. Haha. I hope that explained some stuff. Oh, and yeah, the dreams will have an explanation somewhere in the future. And yes, their memories are lying to them. Stupid decommissioning! Haha. Woot! I'm pretty surprised at the review turnout of this fic. A pretty good 28 reviews in two chaps. Not bad for a pretty short fic. Hehe. Anyway, if you wanna see the next update, these things really help, so please

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