Sorry for not updating last night- I was trying to reply to PMs, but somebody started replying and the numbers didn't change!

I watched Thor: The Dark World tonight! Personally, I think it's so much better than the first Thor movie! Has anyone else seen it?

Two weeks after Tyler had left the hospital, Sage realised something.

Alvie.

Why hadn't they thought about it before?

Tyler's memory-loss wasn't as bad, but there was very little improvement. He had complained off something blocking him and causing distortion in his mind.

The memories were there, just locked away from him.

She snatched up her cell phone and punched in her brother's number.

"No." Alvie said instantly, sending a chill swarming down her spine.

"How-?"

"I know I do mind tricks, but restoring someone's memory? That's a lot harder with higher risks."

"You heal the others!"

"Those are physical wounds, not mental."

"Please Alvie!" She despaired. "You have to try!"

"I don't want to make it worse."

"Worse?! He's forgotten me completely, Alvie! How could it get any worse?!"

"He could forget everything." Alvie's tone was calm, but flat. He seemed unfazed by the hysteria boiling in her tone.

"What can I do?" Her voice quavered, but she tried not to let her emotions tumble. Alvie didn't handle criers well.

"Just keep helping him as you are."

"Please help." He said nothing for a moment.

"I'll see what I can do, but I can't make any promises."

"Thank you." Alvie hung up. Sage dropped her phone on the bedside table, sank onto her bed and cried. Words could not accurately express how she felt. Words were meaningless.

She had never felt so alone. Tyler had grown on her over the years, a constant companion, and extended time without him was violently and torturously tearing strips from her very soul.

She hadn't noticed before, but she needed Tyler. She was lost without him, broke. Something was missing and it was him.

Hugging her pillow to her chest, she inhaled deeply, forcing herself to get her emotions in check.

Her new goal was to help Tyler remember.

And nothing would stop her.

"Hi Tyler." He beamed at her.

"Hi!"

"How are you?"

"Um… I think I remembered us getting McDonalds once, but I might have been dreaming." He gave a flirty smile. "Hint hint."

"OK, Saturday."

"You know… there may have been a sneaky kiss there too." He winked. He actually winked.

"Don't push it." She warned lightly.

"Oh yeah, you and Dean." He smirked, although there was something in his eyes, something that didn't quite match up. Before Sage could figure out what, it vanished. "I'll pick you up at ten?"

"Half ten. I need to wake up first." Her phone chimed in her back and she hastily rummaged for it. "Dad?"

"Bello."

"I'm at school."

"I know. I made your lunch and sent you on your way to hell."

"Gee, thanks. Is everything alright?"

"Alvie's picking you up after school." Sage's heart hammered in her chest. Alvie would only collect her from school if it was something important.

Tyler's amnesia.

"OK. Thanks Dad."

"All good?" Tyler prompted kindly.

"Yeah, my brother's picking me up." He cocked his head to the side, confusing mildly twisting his features.

"You don't sound happy about that."

"He's not the most talkative of brothers."

"Ah." He smiled. "Brothers. Honestly." An arm slipped about Sage's shoulders and she was forcefully drawn into a hug. Dean grinned at her.

"Hello, doll."

"Hi, Dean." Dean hit Tyler's arm playfully in greeting. Tyler stood frozen and then his 'cat-like reflexes' kicked in and he went into instant karate-ninja-master mode. There was always a delay with those 'cat-like reflexes' of his.

"Ugh, now I need decontamination." He scrubbed at his arm, his sleeve over his hand.

"I feel loved."

"You should. Tyler doesn't decontaminate himself for everyone."

"Just very special people." Tyler finished, beaming. Dean just nodded slowly, looking from one to the other. "We're mad, but you'll get it soon. Don't worry."

"Right… What have we got first?"

"We've got another library session. You've got Math."

"Yippee…" Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I hate Math."

"I hate biology." Tyler added. "But hey, I've got a nice teacher who brings me food." He gestured at Sage. "I'm in it for the food." He hissed. "Just don't tell her that."

"Our secret, bud." Dean grinned. Sage rolled her eyes, smiling at their male stupidity. "Right, I'm off then. I'll catch you two later." He kissed Sage's cheek and vanished.

"I'll meet you in the library. I've got to meet Lilly quick about some homework."

"I'm going to get food then." He grinned. "I didn't have breakfast this morning. I forgot to set my alarm last night and got up late, so no food." He made an exaggerated sad face and then smiled broadly a second later. "Bye, doll." He teased and he too disappeared.

Tyler glanced over his shoulder, seeing her blonde curls weaving through the mass of students and meeting an equally blonde set of curls at some point down the hall. A gap momentarily appeared in the crowd and he saw Sage smiling. His heart thudded instantly and he felt his own smile creep onto his face. He loved her smile.

Not looking where he was going, he collided with someone.

"Don't make me eat you! Oh, hey Tyler. How're you doing?" Standing in front of him were two identical boys. Grey eyes, raven hair and… those grey streaks.

"I know you!" He beamed. They stared at him as if he'd completely lost the plot. "Sage's brothers." He saw they had kept his post-it notes on. "Theo and Callum."

"Oh no, he's Callum and I'm Theo."

"You're definitely Callum." Tyler decided. Callum wrinkled his nose at Tyler, but smiled. "I remember you guys."

"Yay!" Callum waved his hands about with mock enthusiasm. Theo smacked his shoulder, shooting him a warning look.

"Do you know about anything gold and rectangle?" They stared at him again, blankly this time.

"Bag." They said together, meeting the other's gaze. Tyler was sure they could talk to each other's minds at that point.

They looked back at him. "You had a gift bag for somebody on Valentine's Day." Theo explained.

"Do you know who?"

"No, Captain Buzzkill wouldn't let me ask." Callum threw a pointed look at his brother, who easily ignored him.

"We can get it though."

"I didn't give it to them?"

"No, you put it in a bin and vanished." Tyler furrowed his brow in confusion. If he went through all the hassle of getting someone something for Valentine's Day, why had he binned it? "Sage has it in her room." Theo continued. "We can bring it in for tomorrow if you like."

"For a cost, obviously."

"Callum…" Theo warned.

"A guy's got to make profits somehow!"

"You can't charge Tyler for stuff he's already bought."

"Exactly." Tyler agreed. Callum growled at the pair of them.

"I thought you were getting food?"

"He was!" Callum answered for Tyler. "But then he found us and had to stop to admire our- well, my awesome."

"Mm-hm." Sage hummed disbelievingly. She dug in her bag and handed Tyler a Tupperware tub of chocolate spread sandwiches, a bag of crisps, an apple and a chocolate bar. She also produced two bottles of water and dumped the lot in his arms. "Come on. Biology doesn't study itself." Tyler's shoulders slouched in defeat, but she had already started cutting through the crowds.

"Bye Tyler!" Her brothers chorused in perfect unison. "We'll get the ag-bay for you tomorrow!" Callum called.

Ag-bay.

Bag.

Right.

Sage waited nervously by the gate after school, looking around for her brother. She had been dreading this all day, trying to think like Alvie to see what he had come up with. The only problem was that there was no thinking like Alvie. Without the added stress of his psychic abilities, his mind was complex with his own pattern of understanding.

Tyler had already gone, picked up by his mother. August was keeping Tyler safe, refusing for him to walk home and spend more time out of her sight. She had grown really protective of him, understandably, but Tyler wouldn't be coddled for long. As much as he loved his mother, overprotectiveness got very annoying very quickly.

A sudden grip on her shoulder startled her from her thoughts, but it was only Alvie.

"Late." She accused good-naturedly. He stared at her, unamused. "You never smile."

"I found a loop hole." He said as they started walking. Getting straight to the point- smart move.

"Loop hole?"

"They're everywhere; you've just got to look." He tugged on his jacket sleeve, chewing his lip as he mulled over his thoughts. "You asked me to restore his memory. I can't. But," He fixed her with a steely look and her protest melted away, "I figured if we could trigger his memories, we could get him back."

"How would you do that though?" He gave a grim smile, setting his hands in his pockets.

"I need your memories. I won't take them away completely or change them- I think I can make copies of memories. If I do that, I can put them in Tyler's mind and hopefully kick-start his memories into coming back."

"There isn't going to be a problem, is there?" She asked cautiously. He bowed his head, hiding his lower face in the neck of his jacket. "Alvie…" She warned.

"They aren't his memories. There's a chance his mind will reject them, but once they're there, it'll be hard to remove them." He paused, hesitant. "It could… make him… insane." He said carefully. "Forget everything right down to the basics. He'd be a baby in a fifteen year's old body."

"How high is that risk?" Her voice was shaking, but she tried not to focus on that.

"Not overly high, but it's there. One slip up though and…" He shook his head. Sage nodded slowly, contemplating all this new information. "It'll take a good few hours, but I think I can do it."

"Hours?" Images of blood pouring from his eyes and nose filled her mind. Too much psychic work took a strenuous toll on him. Would he manage hours?

As if reading her mind, he smiled half-heartedly. "Alvie… you could really hurt yourself."

"I'll be fine." But he didn't sound or look too convincing.

"Alvie-" She started, but he raised his hand, effectively silencing her. He had stopped, his eyes scanning their surroundings. Sage looked too, but she didn't have his extensive sixth sense.

He flicked his fingers and a taxi cab pulled over within seconds. He motioned for her to get in and glared at the taxi driver. Sage watched as the man suddenly sat rigid and upright, gripping the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles turned white. He started driving, almost robotically. The cab fare itself wasn't a problem- the numbers didn't go up on the meter.

Sage looked at her brother as he mentally willed the car to lock. "What's going on?" He pointed out the back window over his shoulder and she saw a trio of sleek black cards tailing after them, the windows tinted. "Who are they?"

"Hard to tell."

"Are they after you?" A single nod. "Why?" He shot her a pointed look, confirming her fears. "What do we do?"

"Sit quietly, I need to-" Whatever he needed to do was cut short by one of the cards ramming into the back of the taxi. Alvie turned in his seat and his eyes blazed crystal white. The front car's tyres blew with resounding, thunderous bangs and it skidded out of control, colliding heavily with the one on the left. The right one veered around the carnage and accelerated, determined.

Sage thought now was a good time to put her seat belt on.

Alvie faced forward, his expression far more serious than Sage had ever seen. "Drive faster!" He ordered. The taxi lurched forward, ducking and diving through traffic with scary ease. Now that they were on a busier, more populated road, Alvie couldn't risk corrupting the tyres again in case of bigger problems.

Alvie ducked, grabbing her and pushing her down too. The back window smashed as bullets slugged through it. He waved his hand and the glass vanished.

"Could you not stall the engine or control the driver into stopping?!" Sage screamed.

"Machines are harder to work with." He replied calmly, his tone as serious as his expression. "The driver… I can't get into their minds. It's those windows."

"They block you?"

"Confuse." He corrected. "False information and diversions."

"How do you know?" He suddenly looked sheepish.

"I stole on and had Leo look it over."

"You stole a car?"

"It was an emergency!" He insisted.

"Wow. Do Mom and Dad know?" His look told her they didn't and she suddenly had leverage.

The taxi plunged forward again, the diver automatically wrestling against the wheel to avoid a crash. "There has to be something we can do!" Sage exclaimed, gripping the handle on the door and his wrist. "Storm owls! What about them?" He glanced nervously out the back window again. "Throw one at the window when we reach the turnoff. Worse comes to worse, they fall out the bridge."

"Bridge." He mumbled. He sat forward and told the driver to head towards the nearest bridge out of the city.

As predicted, the black car followed, issuing another round of gun fire.

Sage loved it when Alvie did his psychic thing.

She didn't love it when they were getting shot at while driving sixty miles an hour through traffic and pedestrians alike.

The thing with Alvie was a random idea, but I felt like throwing it in, so ta da! I will finish that briefly in the next chapter, hopefully, but the story will go back to Tyler's amnesia and whatnot afterwards.