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Chapter 4

She wasn't sure at first what had woken her. Then she could hear his heavy breathing and his palm was sweaty. She released his hand and looked over at him. She began stroking his head. "Lucien. Shh, it's okay. You're okay. Lucien?" He startled awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to get his breathing under control. He closed his eyes and ran his hands over his face and through his hair, catching Jean's hand and giving it a squeeze. He looked at her and gave her an apologetic smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Her concern for him was apparent.

He got out of bed and began to pace, sighing in frustration. "I'm not really sure what any of it means. You were there. We were getting out of a taxi. I held out my hand to you. I think we had come back from a trip or something because we had luggage."

She gasped. "Lucien! That sounds like that was when we got back from our honeymoon." She was elated his memories were coming back.

"Then I was with a bunch of Japanese soldiers. They were taking turns kicking me. They tossed me in this hole in the ground. It was so dark and small." He closed his eyes, shaking his head.

Jean's heart broke. She wished she could select what memories to bring back for him. She got out of bed and came around to where he was, wrapping her arms around him. "Lucien, you were a POW in the war. I think that's a memory from that time."

He pulled back from her so he could look into her eyes, finally realizing these were his memories. He released her and began pacing again. "Wait a minute. Okay, if these are my memories…I think I also remembered what happened on the bridge. Or at least some of it." Jean stood there agape, waiting for him to continue. "I was fighting with this man on a bridge. It had to be that suspect I was chasing. One of my punches sent him over the side of the bridge. I…I went to look down and he was holding on to the rail with one arm. I tried to help him back up." He paused, breathing heavy again. Jean's tears were flowing and she put her hand on his shoulder to encourage him. He looked at her with his own watery eyes. "He…he reached up with his other hand and pulled me down with him. We both fell from that bridge. Why would he do that?! I could have gotten him back up onto the bridge and we both would have been fine. Now he's dead and I'm…"

"Not. I'm okay with that outcome." She held him tight. "Come on. Let's go back to bed." She got back on her side and waited for him to join her. He sat on the edge of the bed and laid back so his head was in her lap. One of her hands went to his head and the other to his chest as she sat up. "Lucien?"

"I love you, Jean. I don't know how I would get through this without you. I know I don't deserve you but I'm so thankful for you." She smiled and put her hand over his heart. "I'm never going to leave you again." She sighed. As much as she would like to believe him, if the real Lucien comes back, there's nothing, not even her, that could stop his curiosity and need to help people. It was one of his endearing qualities. It was also one of his most infuriating qualities, but endearing nonetheless. He just wanted to help people. He tries to find them answers. They need him. I need him.

As if he read her mind, he turned and hugged her middle. They held each other for a while. Lucien gave her one last squeeze, kissing her stomach, and moved to lay down beside her. Putting his hand on her cheek, he looked her in the eyes. She recognized that look all too well and tried not to get her hopes up. She wanted him to be comfortable and she didn't want to push. Softly, he spoke. "Jean?" Seeing her acceptance, he kissed her hard. Their clothing quickly discarded. "You are so beautiful."

"So are you." She said as she devoured his neck. He smiled, joining them at last. Their rhythm was so perfect, it was as if they had never been apart. He fell beside her when they were both satiated. She curled up next to him, rubbing his chest while he was stroking her back.

"That was incredible." He said as he kissed her hair.

She lifted her head to look at him, resting her chin on his chest. "If you think that was incredible, just wait until all your memories come back." Her wink just about undid him.

The next morning at breakfast, Matthew noticed a change in them. He smirked as he realized they were behaving like newlyweds again. Lucien could not take his eyes off Jean and apparently he was having difficulty containing that ridiculous smug look on his face. The only thing that made the scene bearable for Matthew, was the way Jean was floating around the kitchen, perfectly content. The phone rang just then and Jean went to answer it.

Matthew looked at Lucien, who gave him a double-take. "Have a good night, did ya?"

He thought to deny it, then smiled and said, "Perfect. You?"

Matthew shook his head and smiled. "Good to have you home, Lucien. Good to have you home."

Lucien's smiled dropped as he looked to Jean. She said into the phone, "Who is this?!"

He stood and took the phone from her, "Who is this?"

The voice on the other end was oddly familiar but he couldn't place it. "Ah, there he is. So, you're a doctor, eh? Well, did you miss me doc? You know I wasn't finished with you when you ran off. That's okay though because we will soon be reunited and I will make you pay for what you did to my brother. You should have left well alone. Until then, good doctor." The phone went dead and Lucien turned white.

Matthew looked at Jean. "What did they say to you?"

Fear-stricken, she kept her eyes on Lucien as she replied to Matthew. "He said he was going to make me a widow."

Anger rose inside him. He stood and went to Lucien. "That's it. You will be under police protection until we get this dickhead. I don't suppose you know who this is?" He waited for a reply. "Lucien?!"

He snapped out of it just then. "What?" Frustrated, Matthew repeated himself and Lucien replied. "No, it's more of a feeling. Something about him seemed familiar. He said he wasn't done with me and that I had gotten away. I can't place him but I know it was not pleasant. He said I did something to his brother. We need to look into that, Matthew. What were my last few cases?"

"We are not doing anything. You are staying right here. Under police protection! I'll go investigate and get back to you. Take care of your wife." He looked to Jean, who was still disturbed by what the man had said to her. "Jean, you will not be a widow again. Get that out of your head, you hear me?" She nodded as a tear escaped. With that, Matthew went to the study to make a call.

Lucien went to Jean and held her in a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry, love. It'll be alright. I will fix this."

She tore away from him. "No, you don't! You will not do anything, Lucien. You will let Matthew figure this out. Promise me, Lucien! Promise me you will not endanger yourself again. Please!" She was sobbing at this point.

He held onto her and whispered in her ear. "Okay, Jean. Shh. Okay. I promise. I'm sorry." She held on tight. It was nice to hear but she knew better. He just couldn't help himself.