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Jenny Green was an average American teenager, for an orphan that is. She was well-behaved and rather lonely since the only thing resembling a friend had gone overboard on a boat in Scotland. Amelia Jones had been a nice enough person although everyone agreed she had an awful temper. Jenny could still remember with vivid detail when Amelia had been tossed into the churning waves, her mouth clenched shut from reflex and her body still in the crouching position. Amelia had disappeared into the black water leaving everyone behind.

The search and rescue couldn't find her and considering the fact the Loch was known to be deep and deadly no further search was made. Jenny was dragged back to the States kicking and screaming and immediately put in therapy. But something told Jenny that her friend was not dead. Despite the month that passed an not even a body had been found Jenny refused to believe Amelia was dead.

She had gone back to Europe, this time paying for a trip with her frantic fundraising and buttering up the teachers in charge of the trip to Europe. Even if the trip was Spain she was determined to make it to Scotland. Even if it meant running away and taking a train. Jenny was more than a little frightened thought, despite the fact she was going on an adventure. As she dropped behind the group to take a run she hear a very familiar voice that made her stoop dead in the middle of the crowed sidewalk.

"I don't' care Allistor, I'm going to stay in Spain and relax and there is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. I'm tired of being tossed from country to country because they can't follow a simple mandate. I want a break!" Jenny turned, her body ridged to see Amelia.

She looked healthier than last time, a lot more cheerful and definitely more mature. She wore shorts and a t-shirt for the heat and stood next to a lanky man with fire red hair and bright green eyes. They were in the middle of an argument, both frowning and glaring.

"Look lass, I'm not saying that you don't need to relax but you can do it at home."

"No, I'm staying with Antonio. " The man had a thick Scottish accent and before he could reply Amelia had caught sight of Jenny. The teenagers stared at each other.

One with fear and the other wish astonishment.

"AMELIA!?"

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What happened after Jenny screamed Amelia's name Spain and Scotland swore it was all a blur. Jenny had tackled Amelia to the ground. Scotland was utterly astonished but grasped the situation absurdly fast. Grabbing both teens rather painfully by the arm he had dragged them back to Spain's house. Spain had been drawn to the gate by Jenny's completely incoherent screaming. Unfortunately he had also come out from the tomato garden and wore no shirt. Poor Jenny didn't stand a chance against the sight of Spain's bare chest and she proceeded to pass out in Scotland's arm. Amelia followed quickly soon there after because Jenny had been strangling her poor long lost friend.

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Amelia was floating in darkness, surrounded by a suffocating blanket of silence.

"Hello?" she twisted about, trying to get some sort of purchase in the dark.

"Hello? Who are you?" A deep, comforting voice filled the void, thrumming through her veins and heart

"Who's there?" Amelia casted a panicked gaze around but there was nothing to see.

"A-A-Amilia!" A sweet child's voice filtered past, a young girls.

"That's a great name. You look cold, where's your family?" A dull aching throb began to build behind her eyes. Amelia clutched her head in clawed fingers. Whimpering.

"N-no-o f-f-famil-ly. A-alone."

Despite the growing pain Amelia became aware of a bright light. Like watching an IMAX film something was playing out in front of her. In a snowy clearing of woods sat a little girl. She wore nothing but a white nightshirt, her blond hair was dusted with snowflakes and she shivered in the freezing cold. The little child stared up, wide eye a very tall man who was crouched in front of her. The man was dressed in red and black and an axe was settled in the snow next to him.

He spoke for a moment, his deep voice settling both the little girl and Amelia herself. His soothing words weaved into a thick blanket, surrounding Amelia in the comforts she had never known. Love, understanding, caring and kindness. As the little girl was picked up Amelia's heart constricted, finally recognizing who that little girl was.

She was the child and as she was born away, tucked safely under the man's jacket a tear slid down her cheek when the two figures disappeared.

The child appeared again, this time she was crying while holding onto her hand.

"PAPA!PAPA! The girl tackled the blond man's leg, her face red with tears. Alarm showed on his face as he knelt down.

"Bunny, what's wrong?" He wrapped her in his arms, muttering soothing words and kissing her forehead.

"I-I smashed my thumb!" She wailed, shoving a purple thumb in front of his face. "and it really hurts!"

Tutting over the thumb he gave it a kiss before kissing her forehead, "Does that feel better?"

Baby Amelia sniffed, shaking her head, "Then let's go put an ice pack on it, okay?" She sniffed again but allowed her Papa to pick her up and carry her into a kitchen.

"Amelia," she twisted from the images to look around. Another voice was calling her name, this was let comforting and laced with a thick Scottish brogue. "Amelia, it's time to wake up. Lass…..Lass…..GET UP!"

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Wide blue eyes snapped open as Amelia jolted upright, nearly smacking Scotland's head.

"What's chasing ya lass," Scotland asked, pulling a cigar from his pocket.

"W-what?" Amelia shivered for a moment, staring wide eyed around the room, "What's going on?"

"Well," He sat back in his chair, giving her a critical glare. Amelia pulled the blanket closer to her neck and stared meekly back, not sure what to do, "Yer friend recognized you. Ye passed out because she hugged yer neck too tight. "

"Jenny Green," Amelia mused, "I remember her. We were sort of friends in a round about manner. " She met Scotland's eyes, "Where is she now?"

"She's depleting Spain's tomato supplies and asking to many questions. You need to get in there and do damage control."

"Fine!" Amelia shoved back the blanket and stumbled toward the door, "And I will stay with Spain to relax."

"That's what you think," he called to her retreating figure. Once Scotland was sure Amelia had gone downstairs he pulled a cell phone from his pocket.

After dialing and waiting for a few minutes he spoke again, this time with a more sinister tone, "Hey Romania. Yeah, what kind of memory erasing potions have ya got?"

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