Oliver's point of view

Watching Amelie sleeping after our "session" was one of my personal achievements. I had to convince her to sleep, or rest at least, because she was sure I would leave, or make her go back to how she was.

I got up, silently and put on my trousers and shirt then left. I went to the Glass House and knocked on the door. The Glass boy answered.

"Where's Claire?"

"Why? Last I heard she was with Myrnin." He said. I internally growled at Myrnin. Knowing him, he had probably left her somewhere.

"Did she say when she would be back?" I asked. Michael shook her head.

"No, didn't say. Just that she was with Myrnin, looking for Amelie." Michael said and closed the door. I rubbed my head and considered looking for her, but I had better things to do.

Walking down Lot Street and getting to the road, with the shops, I saw a car entering town. It was a vampire car, judging by the black tinted windows. It drove down and parked beside me. Inside was none other than Claire. I opened the door and grabbing her arm, I pulled her out. I nodded to the driver and shut the door then took Claire into Common Grounds and my office. I closed the door and let go turning to her.

"Is the machine ready?"

"Yeah. The lights are flashing, which means that it still has her memories. Also can you not grab my arm so tight, next time?" Claire asked.

"Where is it? It's about time Amelie went back to her usual self." I said.

"Um... At home. But maybe we could teach her-" I grabbed her arm and dragged her out.

"We have waited long enough. You give the machine to me and I'll use it on her. That's the end. You've seen what she's like before Morganville and now she has to go back." I said, dragging her to the car, opening the door and pushing her in. I got in the driver's side and turned the car on and drove to the Glass House.

"But she loves you more, like this, doesn't she? She is much nicer and Myrnin loves her this way."

"Enough. She will go back to the way she is. She can't be Founder in her current state." I said and slowed the car as I pulled up to the Glass House. I got out and opened the door and dragged Claire and dragged her to the front door. "Open it." Claire stared at me then opened the door.

"I will get it. I don't think Michael will-"

"Let me in." I demanded.

"No." Claire said and closed the door. I growled and punched the door. She could be altering the device, or hiding it somewhere and saying she can't find it... Stop it. I thought. I waited outside and the door opened and Claire held out the device. I took it.

"Thanks. You better not have done anything to it." I said and walked off to the car. I sat in the car for a moment, looking at the machine. The light flashes slowly and I think over what I am about to do. I was adamant when Claire was here but now I'm not sure. The "sessions" I haven't had ever and I worry whether Amelie would remember that.

I made up my mind. I had to get Amelie back to how she was. I started the car and drove away. I arrived at Founder's Square and went to Amelie's office then made a portal to where she had taken me. I stepped through and saw Amelie still sleeping. That made it easier; she wouldn't escape or something and I wouldn't have to talk to her about it.

I walked silently to the bed and looked at the machine's screen. I pressed different options until I got to where it did the memory taking/giving back. I saw the year it was set to: 100 years. I'm sure I would have severely injured or maybe killed Claire for the mess she created. All to make sure that her previous boyfriend didn't get killed.

I pressed the option that said 'Return Memories' and pointed at Amelie's head. Just then Amelie stirred and I pressed the button. The light beamed from the device and momentarily blinded me then it disappeared. I opened my eyes and looked at Amelie.

XOXOXOXO

Amelie's point of view

What was that blinding light? I rubbed my eyes and looked around. What was I doing here? I sensed someone behind me and turned.

Oliver stood there, watching me.

"Oliver, what are you doing here? More to the point, what am I doing here?" I asked, looking around my room. I go here when I wish to be alone, with no distractions.

"Amelie... I'm going to ask some questions, but it's only to make sure... Something has worked." Oliver said. I faced him.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you you know your the Founder?" Oliver asked. What was he talking about? He had been here long enough.

"Of course. Why are you asking this?" I asked.

"Do you know who Claire Danvers is?" Oliver asked. I nodded. "Michael Glass? Eve, Shane Collins?"

"Oliver, why are you asking me this? You have been here long enough." I asked. Oliver grabbed my hand. What... I thought.

"How long have I been here?" Oliver asked.

"7 months." I attempted to pull my hand out of his grip, but it only tightened when I gave him my answer.

"7 months? Are you sure? Do you know who Myrnin is? Do you know I own a coffee shop?" Oliver asked, giving me a string of questions.

"Oliver, are you alright? Why are you asking me so many questions? And please let go of my hand." I said, pulling away again.

"Do you remember... Never mind. Do you know about... Us? Like the relationship? Answer me." Oliver said, not in a demanding tone but close to it.

"Careful with your tone. And I think I know... Or it could have been a dream... How long have I asleep?" I asked, my mind hazy on details.

"You haven't been dreaming. Do you know what we have been doing in here?" Oliver asked. I have had enough of the questions.

"Oliver, enough. Either give me a reasons for all the questions or let go of my hand and leave. I need to dress." I said. Oliver stared at me, for a moment, then kissed me. It lasted for a second then I pushed him away with my free hand. "What are you doing?"

Finally, Oliver let go and made a portal and went through it. The portal slammed shut. I was really quite puzzled by his behaviour; mostly him just missing me like that. I got up and went to my mirror.

What had I been doing? My night dress was a crumpled and although my hair was not completely messy, a brush was needed. I brushed my hair then got into a light blue trousers and a top with a jacket. I checked my appearance in the mirror then, satisfied, I went through the portal into my office.

The office was a mess. Papers lay everywhere and furniture was overturned. The desk lay on its side and everything on it was everywhere. I was speechless for my moment then... Bizzie? I think that's her name. She came in and righted the furniture and picked up the papers.

"So sorry, Founder. It was Oliver; he came through the portal then he just vented his anger on everything. I tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn't." Bizzie said. I had to ask her name. Why has I forgotten it? I felt I should be able to remember.

"It's fine... Bizzie. Oliver and I had a argument. He didn't take it well of course." I said. I noticed her expression when I paused on her name. "Anything the matter?"

"No. No, Founder. Sorry. I'll be going." She said and put the papers on the desk and righted the rest of the furniture then left. I went to my chair and sat down. This must be because I pushed him away when he missed me or the amount of questions he asked me.

A vampire came in. He was a bodyguard by the looks of him. Unlike Bizzie, I had no idea what his name was.

"Are you okay, Founder? You weren't hurt?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you." I said. "Where is Oliver?"

"He stormed out of here. A few of us, could find him for you?" The bodyguard asked.

"I think he needs to calm down a bit." I said. I hadn't noticed before, but my throat felt like it was burning. "Would you mind getting me a drink?"

"Not at all, Ma'am." He said. He bowed and left the room.