I seem to get more guest reviews on this one than any other- that's so cool!

Guest- Charlie is dead. IT WASN'T MY FAULT! I HAD THE IDEA AND RELAYED IT TO A FRIEND AND THEY WERE LIKE 'HELL YEAH!' And don't scare you? That's so unfair! Now what am I supposed to do? :D

Guest- AMAZING words of wisdom there ;)

Awesome as Annabeth- I think I've replied to some of your reviews- goddess of stories, right? – Tyler's never met Jason! It's Percy's fault! The amnesia came from him! YOU DON'T KNOW MY SECRET LAIR! AND I'VE CHANGED MY NAME! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS! I think I'm winning! :P

Angel/ Lee of Darkness- Tyler was in a coma at that point and was kind of in limbo, so Charlie got to go and visit for a while, being DEAD and all. And yes, he knows about the godly stuff! But does he remember? Mysteries even I don't know! Andrew does feel guilty! VERY GUILTY! And he's been arrested, that has to count for something. Percy should have said no to the cinema. But he didn't, because I wasn't feeling that nice. And fictional characters still live outside of your mind! :D

Guest- You're the only one that mentioned that! My friend asked me what a demigod was and that is pretty much what I said! :P

Tubble- Oh my gods, thank you! I'm like you? How? Ahahaha, 'destroy Dean… have a cookie'. Dean as dust? Now that's a bit harsh. I could just accidently BEHEAD HIM AND SPLATTER HIS INSIDES ACROSS THE FLOOR and let the dog eat the remains :)

August's caller ID flashed on her phone. Sage pounced and answered in a moment.

"Is he OK? Is he awake?"

"He's awake, but…"

"But what?" She sensed August's hesitation.

"He's a bit… forgetful… and he's…" Worst case scenarios pounded through her skull, but she pushed them aside, crossing her fingers and desperately clinging to the small shard of hope she had left.

August sniffed and her voice trembled; "I'm so sorry, Sage. He… doesn't remember you…"

Those four words.

Four simple words and it was all gone.

Nearly four years of the best friendship to ever grace the world and he remembered nothing.

The phone slipped from her numb fingers and her eyes burned. August's voice was faint, calling her name, but she didn't notice.

All she could think of was that, in her eyes, she had lost her best friend to something worse than death.

He was there. He was just out of her reach.

Annabeth took Sage to see Tyler later that day. Percy had found their daughter inconsolable with hysteria under her bedding, giving a lengthy half hour to calm her enough to suggest the hospital visit.

"We'll think of something, Sage, don't worry." Sage just sniffled, attempting to compose herself. She wiped at her eyes with her fingertips, trying to rid herself of the evidence of tears, but it was next to no use.

Tyler was awake as they approached. He was chatting eagerly to a nurse as she inspected his vitals. August was to the side, talking quietly with a doctor.

Sage slipped in, her mother waiting dutifully outside.

Tyler looked at her, his smile fading into curiosity.

"Your eyes look familiar." He paused. "Do you know Charlie?" How could he remember Charlie, but not her? He wouldn't have known Charlie if it wasn't for her. Her heart panged mournfully at the thought of her beloved cousin, but it also hurt to know that Tyler didn't recognise her at all.

"My cousin." His eyes softened.

"Mom says he's not here anymore. I'm sorry about that, as insensitive as it sounds." Sage gave a watery smile, wringing her hands nervously. "I'm Tyler." He beamed.

"I know."

"You do?" He looked confused again. "Who are you?" She bit her lip and took a slow, deep breath to stop the tears reducing her to an incoherent mess on the floor.

"Sage." She choked.

"Oh! Mom says I know you." He looked sympathetic again, an apology circling in his eyes. "I'm sorry I don't remember you. I'd like to though- you're really pretty." His smile lightened his features again, flirtatious. "Maybe you could help me remember. I hate not knowing what's going on or what's happened. My head feels all fuzzy thinking about it."

"I always thought your head felt fuzzy anyway." He snorted with laughter.

"True dat."

"Do you know how old you are?" She asked tentatively.

"Fifteen." He grinned. "The doc's already asked me that." The nurse rapped on his arm with a digital thermometer lightly and he had to sit quietly while his temperature was recorded. He sat and studied Sage the whole time, pulling faces.

The nurse left and he remained silent for a full minute, wrapping his hands in his bedding. "Is your favourite colour purple?" He quizzed, his eyes thoughtful behind the confusion. There was something there, she noticed, something he was trying to remember.

"Yeah." Sage smiled, allowing herself a smidgen of hope.

"Dark purple?"

"Royal, but close enough." His confusion settled and he looked content.

"Progress." He said proudly.

Tyler was discharged days after regaining consciousness. He returned to school where they discovered that he had forgotten about four months of work he had already completed. He had also forgotten quite a lot of their classmates, eventually sticking them with post-it notes with their names on. Most of the post-it notes found their ways onto the students' foreheads.

The work he was suddenly behind on needed to be revised. Hopefully it could be used to kick-start his memory, even if it was by a little bit. Sage had jumped at the chance to tutor him- anything to get her best friend back.

"Two blood cells met and fell in love. Sadly, it was all in vein."

"Oh my gods…" He smiled sweetly. "Focus!"

"I am!"

"Not very well! You're making puns and silly jokes again."

"It's not my fault. I don't particularly care how the heart works."

"As long as it works." Sage finished.

"Yup." He grinned. "You know me so well." He paused. "Well, considering we've been best friends for… was it three or four years?"

"Nearly four." Sage looked down at her biology text book, frowning at the blatant information given. Honestly, their teacher was an idiot.

"Something tells me you don't like biology."

"Oh, I do. It's just the teacher." She watched him expectantly, hoping something would come up from the deep recesses of amnesia.

When nothing did, she changed the subject hastily. "Anyway, how many parts of the heart?"

"Two." She looked at him and he glanced at his text book. "Four." He corrected. "I am not drawing that."

"You're going to have to."

"No." He rummaged in the pile of his work next to him and retrieved a sheet with a flourish. "Already done it, see!"

"You're doing it again."

"No!" She stared at him defiantly and his shoulders slouched in defeat. "I don't want to…"

"Tough. You'll need it for your exam." He huffed.

"Can I have food first?"

"Ten minutes." He brightened. "Then back to work."

"You drive a hard bargain."

But he did go back to his work once the ten minutes were up, allowing Sage to walk him through his old work and the text books. They had been allowed to spend as much time in the library as they wanted- Tyler had work to catch up on and Sage could practically do it in her sleep.

As they were packing up for lunch, Tyler grabbed her wrist. His brow was furrowed and he looked sickly.

"Tyler?" She grabbed him by the elbows.

"Gold." He mumbled.

"Gold?"

"I… something shiny and gold…"

"Is this a memory?"

"I… don't know. Maybe. It just makes me feel… sick and… angry." It had to be a memory, but why would Tyler get angry about gold? If gold could get him money, money could get him whatever Tyler wanted.

"Sit down. I'll go and get you lunch. Pizza and fries?"

"Please." He sank into a nearby chair, resting his elbows on his knees and kneading his forehead with his knuckles. Sage didn't particularly want to leave him like this, struggling against himself, but maybe a few minutes on his own would give him some time to think.

Tyler watched her go, trying a reassuring smile even though his head felt explosive. There was definitely something there. Gold. Shiny.

Rectangle.

It had been rectangular.

A bar of gold?

No. He wasn't that lucky.

He saw dull yellow strings. Loops.

Closing his eyes, he tried to focus, but the more he pulled on this particular memory, the more it danced out of reach.

Another picture flashed across his mind's eye- two boys, identical with windswept raven hair and stormy grey eyes. One of them was smiling mischievously while the other was torn between irritation and laughter. Tyler saw matching grey streak in their hair before the image vanished.

He opened his eyes at the smell of ham and cheese pizza with a hint of fries. Sage smiled nervously at him.

"Anything?"

"Do you know any twins? Black hair, grey eyes?"

"Did they have grey bits in their hair?" Tyler nodded. "Not twins, triplets. Eat your lunch."

"Do you know them?"

"My brothers."

"Really?" She sighed.

"Sadly."

"That bad?"

"You could say that."

"Is there three of them then?"

"No, two boys and a girl, Lilly." Tyler picked at his fries, his stomach growling in protest. Sage smiled and Tyler made a face at her.

He ate his lunch slowly, deciding now was a good time to ask questions.

"When did we first meet?"

"I was on my way to Math and you walked into me, quite literally. You were the only one who didn't greet me with the usual 'smart blonde' comment."

"Sounds like I'm a smart blonde too."

"You're not all blonde."

"Am too! It's just the lighting."

"You said exactly that the first time around." He shot her a perplexed look.

If they kept this up, maybe she could work his memories back into existence.

What if that doesn't work? Her brain quizzed.

Shut up! It will work! It has to!

Probably not my best chapter, my brain feels like mush. This week is dragging, I swear D: