A/N - Hi All! I hope everyone is still enjoying the story. This chapter focuses solely on Drew and more of his recovery after the procedure. There is a small part that, might make people blush or get uncomfortable, so you are all warned right now, just in case you might want ro read with caution! Enjoy!

"Sam!" Drew exclaimed as he peered out into the darkness. He immediately pulled out his phone and dialed 911. "I need an ambulance, I'm on the bridge near the west entrance of Roebling park, yeah right off of county road 152, a woman fell off the bridge, she's hurt you come fast!" Then, he jumped on to the icy metal footing and slid to the ground below. "Sam, can you hear me?!" He reached the ground and crawled over to the woman lying on the ground she was moaning in pain. "I'm here, I've gotcha, I've gotcha." He looked down and grabbed the woman's hands and felt how icy they were. He turned his head to look at the woman's face. He couldn't see anything, it was just blackness. He stared harder and more intently, who was this person? He could tell it was someone he cared deeply for, because his heart was racing and he felt so worried for her. "Who are you?" he shouted aloud, "why can't I see your face?"

Drew jolted a wake in bed and quickly darted his eyes back and forth to figure out where he was. He rubbed his hand down his face and let out a deep sigh. He was in his hospital room. It was just a dream, again. He had the same dream before, over the last few days and each time he wasn't able see the woman's face who he was trying to help. Who was she? In the dream he is always so anxious to make sure she is okay.

She had to be important to him, because even after the dream ended, he still felt worried and scared for her.

Drew tried to shake off the feelings and get focused on his day. He needed to get dressed and be ready to meet with Dr. Maddox soon. He had been working with Andre the last few days to figure out how much of his full memory had been returned to him and if he would be able to get it all or if some memories would be gone for good. Drew had remembered the last few days before the procedure and asking Dr. Maddox to help him. Drew had remembered a lot of his past in the SEALS and the night he was kidnapped. That night Kim had wanted to meet with him at the bar. He only went so that he could tell her to her face that he wasn't interested and for her to please stop trying to insinuate herself into his life. Drew and Kim had a mutual friend in common, back in San Diego, but that was it, nothing more. Kim had thrown herself at him from the start. She was always trying to arrange ways to be alone with him and assert herself into his life. He was never interested in her, at all, he had always had a bad feeling about her, like she was a bit unhinged. He definitely didn't need that in his life, then or now.

Drew got up out of bed and went over to the drawer to pull out some clothes. When he opened the drawer, he felt like something was missing, like something was supposed to be in the drawer and it wasn't. More bits of déjà vu type things like that had been happening since he didn't have all of his memory. The last 5 years it seemed, was most of what was missing, although he had bits and pieces. Sometimes names would come to mind that sounded familiar and also little flashes of things but the images were always blurry or faded out. Today, Dr. Maddox was going to show him some pictures of people that were supposed to be important to Drew from the last 5 years. It was a test to see how receptive he was to the pictures to determine if the memories were there, but just hiding.

Drew walked into the bathroom, undressed and got into the shower. He relaxed under the feel of the warm water on his skin. He closed his eyes and his mind drifted off to another time. In his mind he could hear a woman's voice softly calling his name. Drew smiled to himself and tried to picture her face. He turned his body into the water and leaned his arms up against the tile wall. He let himself wander deeper into the day dream. The woman's voice echoed in his head soft and sweet. He could see himself kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt and sucking at her chest. Drew moaned to himself and ran his fingers through his hair, wiping the water out of his eyes. Closing his eyes, he again tried to picture the woman, but he couldn't. He heard her voice again, "Let's go upstairs and make more love," this time, he almost physically felt her kiss him on his lips. Drew touched his lips lightly with his fingers. It seemed to be the same voice as in his dream, but much calmer and not panicked. The voice was so familiar and invoked such peace in him. Just vaguely remembering the experience and how he felt with her in that moment, he felt himself getting an erection. "Uh, woah, um okay," Drew stammered to himself. "Wow, this woman must be something," he mumbled, trying to decide if he would "take care of this," or just will it to go away. Just as he had decided to stay in his daydream a bit longer and pleasure himself, he heard a knock on the door.

"Mr. Cain?" a small voice queried from the other side of the door.

"Uh, yeah, I'll be right out!" Drew called out swiftly, so that the nurse would not come in and see him in his current predicament. Drew turned the handle on the faucet from the warm water to completely cold. That should do the trick, he thought to himself. His body shuddered when the icy water hit his skin. After a minute, Drew got out of the shower and toweled off. He got dressed and then emerged from the bathroom to find the shy, petite nurse looking at some paperwork.

"Good morning, Mr. Cain, oops, sorry, I mean, Quartermaine," she said sweetly.

"Quartermaine, what are you talking about?" Drew demanded. "That's not my name." Just then Drew could hear names in his head, Monica Quartermaine, Alan Quartermaine. In his mind he saw documents that said, Adoption Decree and then a birth certificate showing "Andrew Quartermaine."

"Wait," Drew said to himself quietly, "did I change my name? Am I a Quartermaine?" Drew only remembered growing up in group and foster homes, never having a real family. Now, in this moment he could feel that he had family, he had someone to care about him, someone he called mom? A confused look came across his face and Drew had to sit down on the bed to catch his balance. "What, is this? I think I'm remembering something." Drew murmured. Just then Dr. Maddox walked into the room.

"Drew, what are you remembering?"

"I think, I think I changed my name and I have a mother?" Drew replies with surprise. "Is her name, Monica, Monica Quartermaine?" He stammers.

"Yes!" Andre exclaims with excitement. "That's good Drew, very good. This is a great sign that your memories of the last 5 years are in your mind, they are just, 'hiding.' Andre quips.

"Wow, a mother! That's kind of a trip, after a lifetime without one, now as a grown man I have someone to call mom." Drew rambles to himself.

"Do you remember anything else about her?" Andre asks curiously.

"I think I live with her right now, in a great big house, right? She's a, a doctor and..." Drew trails off.

"And what Drew?" Andre probes.

"And I feel like she's gone through a lot of sadness. Like, she's kind of lonely and has no one else, kind of like me." Drew describes glumly. He didn't remember much, but he felt a connection to her and could tell, they shared a bond. Suddenly, he wanted to be sure she was okay and not worried about him. "Does she know that I'm okay, she's not worried about me is she?" Drew emphatically asks.

"It's fine Drew, you let her know that you are okay," Andre replies as he touches Drew on the shoulder.

"Okay, good, I don't want to worry anyone." Drew retorts.

"Have you remembered, anything else?" Andre quizzes.

"Well, I had that dream again." Drew somberly replies. He looked down at his hands and was inexplicably fidgeting with his ring finger. He had caught himself doing that at other times these last few days, he didn't understand why.

"Did you see who it was this time?" Andre probes.

"No, it's the same as its been. I feel her cold hands and look down to see her face and it's just black. I know she must be important though, I can feel myself wanting to make sure she is okay, to protect her and, and" Drew quietly stops.

"And what?" Andre curiously asks.

"I feel like I would die for her." Drew replies bluntly. "Whoever, she is I know I care very deeply for her."

"Care, like in the present?" Andre inquires. As he waits for Drew's answer, he walks over to the counter to pick up a folder.

"Yes, in the present. When I have the dream, it is very real and the emotions I feel, it's not like a memory, it's like it's happening right now and I am scared and worried for her." Drew recalls wistfully. He gets up from the bed and walks over to the window and looks out. He leans up against the wall and remembers his thoughts in the shower and how real it felt, like she was right there with him.

"Drew," Andre breaks into Drew's thoughts. "I would like to show you some pictures and see who you recognize and who you don't. This will help us determine more about the memories that are hiding." Andre walks over to the table and sits down. He opens up his file and pulls out several pictures. "Please come and sit down."

Drew lets out a big sigh and walks over to the table, taking a seat across from Andre.

"Okay Doc, let's do it." Drew grumbles. He was getting a bit tired of all the testing and taking it slow that Dr. Maddox was making them do. He just wanted to get to all of it and to know it all right now. He was trying to be patient though, since this whole 'memory mapping,' thing was such a farout idea anyway. Drew shakes his head a couple times, to clear his mind and rubs his hand over his face. He cups his hands together and places them gently on the table in front of him.

Dr. Maddox holds up the first picture, its of an elderly blonde woman. Drew looks at the picture intently. She looks so familiar. Suddenly, a name comes to him, "Monica Quartermaine!" Drew shouts excitedly.

"Good, that's right Drew. Let's keep going." Andre encourages.

Andre flips up a few more pictures, one of a blonde woman, that is about the same age as Drew, she seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember anything about her. Andre had a picture of Kim and Peter, that of course Drew recognized. Then Andre held up a picture of a petite, gorgeous, brunette. Drew just stared at the picture gazing into her eyes. She was beautiful and mesmerizing. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, but he didn't know why. He felt so connected to her but couldn't remember her name or why he would know her or feel such a strong connection.

Drew looked up at Andre, "Can I keep this picture?" he inquires shyly reaching out to take it from Andre. "I don't know why but I feel like I know her. I mean, not just know her, but that she's really important to me. Maybe if I keep looking at it I'll figure out why."

Andre looks over at Drew who is still staring at the picture. He cracks a half smile, knowing that the procedure had worked. Yes, Drew might not have all the memories at this moment, but they were there just under the surface. He knew that if Drew got back to his life in Port Charles, to his daily routine, to all the things and people that were so familiar and important, the memories would come.

"Of course, you can keep it." Andre affirms. "Also, I have good news for you," he continues. "I think you are going to be able to go home, tomorrow."

"Really?" Drew looks up from the picture surprised. "I mean don't get me wrong, I want out of here in the worst way, but are you sure?"

Andre smiles and shakes his head slightly, "Yes, I believe the rest of your memories will come back to you if you are around the people that are important. If you get back to your daily routine and the familiarity of the life you live, then the memories will come."

"Are you sure?" Drew wonders, skeptical. "I don't know if I'm ready, what if I don't remember someone really important?" he worries.

"You'll be fine." Andre assures him. "If you need them, you still have the videos that I can send to you and like I said, once you get back to your life, it will come back. You can always ask for help too. You could ask your mother to help you." Andre suggests and pats Drew on the back, smiling.

"My mother," Drew smiles and picks up her picture. He remembered talking with her in her living room about a son that had died and she was calling him Jake. "Wait, why is she calling me Jake, and who is the son that died?" Drew queries with a faroff look.

"That is something that we will still need to talk about. There is something else I need to tell you, I didn't want the shock of it harming your progress." Andre calmly states. "Drew, you have an identical twin brother, his name is Jason Morgan. Actually, he was involved in the memory mapping procedure too, his memories were implanted into your brain and your memories were erased."

"What?" Drew bellowed through the room. "I have a twin? Was he an orphan too, does he know about me?" Drew wonders. "I have so many questions I don't know where to start."

"I don't want to tell you too much, those are things you should find out when you go back to Port Charles, but I will tell you that when you were hit by the car, you did not remember who you were and since your face was different no one knew what you looked like before, so for the first year you were in Port Charles you went by the name Jake Doe. After a while some of your friends got suspicious of who you really were and because of some of the things you did and some of the things that were familiar about you, they thought you could be their friend Jason Morgan, who everyone thought was dead." Andre explains plainly.

"Wait, they thought I was some guy who came back from the dead?" Drew balks. "As if I wasn't in the Twilight Zone, enough with all this, now people are coming back from the dead?"

"It's kind of a complicated story, but like you he was taken against his will, but the nature of his kidnapping made his family think he had been killed." Andre explains. "Turns out after the procedure he was taken somewhere and drugged against his will and held captive for five years."

"Wow! Sounds like he's had as much of a wild ride as me." Drew cracks. Suddenly, he remembers something. It was a man, a man with his same face! He had seen him in a room close by his, after he was kidnaped and held hostage.

Andre could tell Drew was remembering something because he had gotten quiet and had a distant look. "Drew, what are you remembering?"

"I saw him, I'm pretty sure I saw my twin, what's his name, Jason, when we were both being held at whatever that place was when they did the memory mapping." Drew recalls with disdain. "Does anyone know who did that to me? What arrogant ass decided to erase my whole life?" Drew asks angrily.

Andre looks down and takes a deep breath. He knew he had to tell Drew the truth but he was worried about the wrath it would bring. Andre knew Drew had every right to be angry at him, but he just didn't want that anger to undermine Drew's progress in getting his memory.

Drew, still lost in his thought, looked up with an astonished look. "You were there," he recalls, uncertainly. "I think I remember seeing you there,"

"That is quite possible," Andre admits hesitantly. "I was the one who had the research on the memory mapping, it was my procedure." Andre blurts out.

"YOU?" Drew cries out, furious with Andre. "You erased my whole life?" Drew stands up and looks at Andre with anger in his eyes as he curls both hands into fists.

"Yes, it was me and I am truly sorry, I had sold my research to an unknown backer and they paid me to actually implement the experiment onto you." Andre humbly replies.

"A backer? Who?" Drew spits out irately.

"His name was Caesar Faison." Andre responds, "He's dead now."

"That's good, or I probably would kill him myself." Drew spews out with hatred. He begins pacing back and forth behind his chair trying desperately to remember anything else he could about the time he was in captivity. Drew begins thinking so intently, when suddenly, he got this piercing pain in his head. "Aagh!" he cried out in pain. His head hurt so badly that he needed to sit down, as he started to feel a bit dizzy.

"Drew!" Andre shouted. "What's wrong?" He got up from where he was seated to tend to Drew. He kneeled down in front of him and checked his pulse. It was racing so fast.

"Okay Drew, you need to calm down a bit, please take a few deep breaths," Andre instructed.

Drew had his head in his hands. The pain was so excruciating and it shot right through from the front of his head all the way to the back. He did as Andre had asked and began to take slow deep breaths. He could feel himself calming down and the pain was getting more bearable. After a few more minutes being calm and slowly breathing the pain was gone and Drew was over the episode.

"What was that?" Drew demands to know. That was the first time since waking up here that he had experienced anything like that.

Andre, still looking at Drew for signs of distress explained, "I believe it is a side affect of the procedure. I think the combination of how upset you were and then you trying so hard to recount the memory triggered the headache. You will need to be more careful when you go home. Try not to get so upset, let the memories come to you naturally, don't force them." Andre got up from where he was still kneeling and began to gather all of his papers. "I think we should let you rest some more, I bet that headache really took it out of you. I think you should lie down." Andre advised, pointing Drew towards the bed.

Drew stood up and walked past Andre shaking his head in disbelief. Drew couldn't believe he had been trusting this guy after he was the one who had done it to him. All of a sudden, he remembered, the video he had watched. He recalled the words he had said to himself. "He lost his way in his past, but he's trying to make it right." Drew mutters the words quietly to himself. "That's what I meant," he blurts out loudly.

"What do you mean, that's what you meant?" Andre questions, trying to understand.

"In my video, the first one you let me watch, I told myself that you had lost your way in the past but you were trying to make it right. I knew, that you did the memory mapping procedure didn't I?" Drew questions.

"Yes, you knew." Andre replies flatly. "It's true, too. I feel horribly for my part in making this whole situation and for causing you so much distress. I am trying to do my best to make up for it, even though I know nothing ever can," he somberly and remorsefully explains.

Drew looks at Andre and can see the regret and shame in his eyes. He thinks about the things he's done in his past, things he NOW remembers, with the help of Andre.

"You know doc, I've done some things in my life that I'm not too proud of, but I had my reasons." Drew attests. "I'm sure you had yours too." He gets up and walks over to Andre and holds out his hand. Andre looks over at Drew and a small but satisfying smile appears on his face. He reaches out his hand as well and the two men shake hands and pat each other's shoulder. Andre turns to leave the room and as he does, he reminds Drew to get some rest.

"Yes, rest, I will be doing that." Drew affirms, crawling back into bed.

Once Andre leaves Drew pulls out the iPad. He scrolls through until he finds the video files he had saved for himself. He searches through the titles until he finds the one he wants. Scout, "That's the one." Drew quietly mutters. He had seen the video title earlier and it had intrigued him. He had also felt a twinge of happiness when he saw the name and had wanted to watch it as soon as he could. Taking a deep breath in he pushes play.

He saw himself pop back up on the screen and begin to talk.

"Oh Scout, what can I say about her, except that she's perfect. She's the best little daughter anyone could ever ask for. That's right buddy, you are a father."

Drew pauses the video immediately. Daughter? He had a daughter? How could he not remember his daughter he wondered? He began thinking back trying to come up with anything he could about having a daughter. He laid back and closed his eyes and thought of the name, Scout. Suddenly, in his head he could hear her voice again. "I think Scout would make a great middle name," the voice says softly and sweetly. "I think we should name her after your sister, Emily, Emily Scout."

Drew jerked his head out of his thoughts and focused on the word, Sister. He had a sister? Oh boy there was still so much to learn. He hoped Andre was right and that it would all return when he got back home. Suddenly, he wanted to know more about his daughter. He wanted to know everything, he was so curious. Drew had always wanted to have a family, it was something very important to him, since he never had one growing up. Wait, if he had a daughter, did he have a wife too? Was it that woman from his dream? He reached over to the bedside table and picked up the picture of the brunette woman. He began staring at the picture again, it mesmerized him, her deep brown eyes, her silky dark hair. She was absolutely stunning. Could this woman be the mother of his child? As he stared at the picture a name came to his mind. Sam. Sam? Was that her name? It seemed to fit. Drew laid the picture down and paused for a moment. He couldn't seem to bring anything else to his mind at the moment. He decided to let it go for now, so that he didn't over-do it and bring on one of those headaches. He wouldn't want to give Andre any reason to change his mind on releasing him tomorrow. Now that he knew he had a daughter he wanted more than ever to get out of this hospital and get home to his family. A mother and now a daughter! Wow, what a homecoming it was going to be.

Drew pushed play on the video and started to hear more about his daughter. He heard himself telling all about his little girl and showing pictures of her on the screen. She was so beautiful! Drew's eyes began to get heavy as he drifted off to sleep, the last thing he remembered thinking was, tomorrow can't come fast enough.