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Mercedes stared at the photos, wanting so badly for something to come back to her. It had been three weeks and nothing. Not even a hint of who she used to be. There were feelings, things she couldn't place. She felt feelings of love but didn't know why; there were people around her who loved her, and she could feel that, but they weren't familiar to her. The worst and best of the situation was Sam.
He had been so caring and loving at times, but then he would drift off, and she knew he was keeping something from her. Like now, he was staring at her, thinking she didn't feel it. Of course, she felt it. Even though she had no idea who he was, she felt him on a level that scared her. It was emotional and physical; it was deep and soul-stirring.
Putting on the photo album, she picked up her diary, something she had been reading since she got home. It told her just how much she loved Sam and her family. How amazing her job was. It helped.
Sitting in her in her childhood room, he hadn't left her side since they returned, and everyone felt it was safer for all of them to be under one roof. So Sam stayed with Mercedes in her room and his parents in the guest room while Blaine made do in the den, which was basically a game room.
"I am sorry." Mercedes breathed. "If only I could remember, everyone would be so depressed right now."
"What?" Sam asked, snapping out of his daze.
"I can see it on your face, and I know you feel like I am letting you down."
Sam moved closer to her. "It's not like that; none of this is your fault."
Mercedes stood from the bed in frustration. "I feel it, Sam! I feel like something in me is dying to come to the surface but something is stopping it. I don't know how to bring it. We tried hypnosis and therapy, and I don't know what else to do!"
Sam moved to her, taking her hands in his. "Breathe, baby, breathe. It's going to be okay."
Mercedes stared at him. "Sam, you can't know that. Things are different with everything. I can't do my job; bad men are walking free. I want to help, and I need to!"
"That is because it's who you are; that will never change.
"What do you mean?"
"No matter if you have your memory or not, you are going to be you. Beautiful, smart, and so caring." His hand went to her cheek, and she smiled as his finger caressed her chin.
"Is it really like fireworks?" Mercedes asked, staring into his eyes.
"Is what like fireworks?"
"In my diary, it says that our first kiss, it was like fireworks. That every time you kiss me, it creates this inferno that can't be quenched by anything but you."
Sam smiled. "You wrote that?"
"I did…I think. I know it wasn't me, but I knew it was true after reading it. That you were my other half." Her eyes looked at his lips and then back up to him. "I also read how much she hated leaving, how she regretted it the moment it happened. She came home to find you with someone else, and it killed her, but…."
"Wait, what happened?" Sam asked.
"The diary said she came home for Christmas, went to your place, and you were kissing a blonde."
Sam shook his head. Blaine and Tina had set him up with Quinn, and they had a few days, but after that kiss, they decided it wouldn't work. He had no idea Mercedes knew about that.
"Is the blonde why you wouldn't get back with her…me?"
Sam shook his head. "I want to be with her…with you, but so much has happened."
"Like me leaving…and not remembering you…how can you love me when I don't remember you?"
Mercedes looked away from Sam sadly, but he turned her face back to his. "You still feel the same, Mercedes. When I touch you, I still burn for you."
"I feel that too." She said softly.
Sam moved to kiss her neck, nipping at her earlobe. "And you still taste the same."
Mercedes shuttered, the touch feeling so familiar and yet not.
He pulled away, looking at her lips but then at her eyes. "You don't remember me, so how could I kiss you and take advantage of that?"
Mercedes stepped closer to him. "Maybe I don't remember you on the surface, but Sam, I shiver when you touch me; I feel warmth and love when you are near, my body and my mind are certain that you are it."
"But if I kiss you…I may not be able to stop."
Mercedes nodded. "Then I am just going to have to kiss you." She said, invading his space and taking his lips to hers. Sensations of love and lust overwhelmed her as Sam's hands clung to her body.
"Yes!" Mercedes hissed against his lips. "This is…I am sure of it."
"Sure of what?" Sam asked, nipping at her lips.
"That Mercedes Jones was desperately in love with you…that I am desperately in love with you."
Sam stared at her for only a moment before kissing her again, moving towards the bed as she tugged at his shirt. Sam's hands moved up her body, under her shirt, squeezing her breast over her bra.
"Merce."
"Sam." She breathed, grinding against him.
"What are you feeling now?" He asked as his lips traveled down her neck, moving her top down to kiss the valley between her breasts.
"Needy." She whined. "So needy…this is what want she wrote about? How bad I drip for you?"
Ever since Mercedes read about her first time with Sam, how gently and loving he was, how he took care of her and her body, creating in her a fire that would never be put out.
"Tell me to stop…" Sam said, staring down at her.
"I don't want you too." She said, staring at him. "I know it won't make sense, but I have needed to feel close to you, Sam. I crave you."
Sam was torn; he promised her family that he would watch out for her, not do anything with her until she could consent as herself. This was why he stopped them from getting close and tried to remain unemotional. But he wanted her, that connection she felt, he felt it too, all the time. It was a need for him as well.
"Merce." Sam groaned.
"Say that again?" Mercedes said.
Sam growled her name, and a flash of a memory clouded her mind. It wasn't anything huge, just a fragment of them together. "You growled like that our first time."
"You remember?"'
"Just a…like a vision of some sort. Not all of it, and just a small moment…small fragment if that makes sense."
Sam nipped at her bottom lip as her hand tugged at his shirt.
"I can't have sex with you, Mercedes…I want to…" He groaned as her hand moved down his body and to his cock, squeezing gently. "Oh, God! Why are you torturing me like this?"
"I may not remember a lot, but something is coming back to me…." She said, smiling as a thought came over her. They were somewhere, and he was telling her how he could make her feel good without sex. "You have skills to make me feel good without the sex, right?"
Sam smiled. "Last I checked, so did you…."
"I know we can't have sex, but I really think getting closer will help."
Sam paused for a moment, all they did was kiss and touch, and she had already started remembering a few things.
Mercedes removed Sam's shirt, running her hands down his chest. "How could I forget someone as sexy and caring as you?"
"You did hit your head pretty hard." He teased.
Mercedes shivered as he kissed her neck. She allowed him to pull her shirt off and smiled.
"This is as far as we are going MErce…well, as far as getting naked is concerned."
"Sam…as long as I can be close to you, that is fine." She said, hand snaking between his boxers and flesh. "So big."
Sam groaned, lips wrapping around her exposed nipple as his hand moved between her thighs. "You gotta be quiet if we do this…just like when we were younger." Sam teased.
Mercedes moaned out as he thrust a finger deep inside of her. Memories of Sam doing that stirred within her as she gripped him tighter, stroking him in a way that seemed like another muscle memory. Soon pants and groans filled the air as they worked to get each other off.
As Mercedes came hard, she pushed Sam over the edge; fragments of every time they pleased each other flashed in her head as she felt Sam release in her hand.
Sam pressed his forehead against hers as she closed her eyes, feeling their connection. "I will cross the ocean for you…I will go and bring you the moon..." She sang softly.
Sam pulled away from her eyes widened. "How did you…do you remember?"
"I don't…that song its… it's playing on repeat in my mind. She stared at him for a moment, arms wrapped around his neck. "When you're feeling lost in the night, when you feel your world just ain't right, call on me; I will be waiting. Count on me; I will be there. Anytime the times get too tough, anytime your best ain't enough. I'll be the one to make it better; I'll be there to protect you, see you through. I'll be there, and there is nothing I won't do. I will cross the ocean for you; I will go and bring you the moon; I will be your hero, your strength, anything you need. I will sun in your sky. I will light your way for all time, promise you for you I will."
Sam smiled. "You sang that to me the first time we made love."
Mercedes stared up at him. "I'm still here, Sam, just finding my way back."
Sam nodded, kissing her softly as his phone rang. He gave her another peck before moving to grab it as she grabbed her shirt. Sam sat back next to her as he put it on speaker. "Hey, Quinn."
"How goes get Mercedes memory back 101?"
"It's a slow process, but it's okay; we still have time."
"I was hoping that wasn't the case. With Biff being Mayfield's new counsel, I am afraid he can call a meeting with the judge anytime. Meaning Mercedes had to be there with a defense for anything he puts her against.
Sam ran his hand through his hair. "I don't know what you want me to do. It's like she remembers how to do things, talk, eat, sleep, and move. She knows how to drive and how to write, but she just doesn't remember people or the past. I don't know how all this works."
"I have all these feelings about what I know I should be feeling, but they aren't connected," Mercedes said.
"I don't mean to take away from how hard all this is, Mercedes; we just really need to figure out our next step." Quinn said.
"Our next step is to try getting Mayfield on as many charges as possible. Any luck in getting Mike or someone to flip?"
"No, and without Mercedes remembering that she saw them kill Tina, we have nothing to leverage him turning on Mayfield with. And you can't just say she told me; that's hearsay.
"Maybe." Mercedes started. "…maybe I don't remember things, but maybe I can relearn them? Like muscle memory. I read this book last night on Amnesia, and the doctor said that I have Post Traumatic AMneisia, which occurs after a significant injury, aka me hitting my head in the forest, I assume, which caused Retrograde Amnesia, making me forget my past. But I can still form new memories, and I can try to recall things. So if I learned it once, maybe I can learn it again."
"Mercedes, you were in law school for years; you can't learn all that in a few weeks," Sam said, shaking her head.
"I won't need too. If I am as smart as everyone says, then I just have to learn what I was going to do in court. I have to go over my files and memorize my case. It worked with you; my body just knew what to do because of what I read and what I felt. It could work if I feel even a little about the law, the way I feel about you."
"She's right, Sam, but that would mean we have to find her files, and you said you looked everywhere," Quinn said on the phone.
"I did; it's not at her place or office. We checked her safe deposit box and found an encrypted key but not the USB."
Mercedes chewed her bottom lip. "I wish I could help." She sighed. "From what you told me and what I read, I am pretty clever, meaning I would probably hide it in plain sight. Something that no one would guess because it's completely obvious. I keep reading this passage; it says we went to the mall, and I bought you a watch with a USB compartment." She said, toying with the necklace she was wearing. "What if I did something like that for me?"
Sam stared at her. "I am the biggest idiot in the world."
"Sam?" Mercedes asked as he moved closer to her; his hand touched her neck, touching the necklace. "I bought this for you when you bought me the watch." He moved to unclasp it from around her neck. "A small USB drive. I can't believe I didn't remember."
"I kept it on because something inside me told me too." Mercedes said, smiling. "This is it!"
"Are we sure?" Quinn asked through the phone.
"Sam grabbed Mercedes's brand new laptop and opened the locket before putting it in the laptop. An encrypted file popped up, and Sam smiled. "It's here! Now we just have to go through the files. See what Mercedes smoking gun was."
"You guys do that. Get Sebastian, her friend and partner, to help since he was there. I am sure Roz can make him her second chair, so whatever she can't fake, he can take over."
Mercedes looked at the file and started typing. She had no idea what was happening or what she was doing, but soon the file opened, and she sat with eyes wide. "I did it…"
Sam looked at her. "But the key…you didn't even need it…how?"
She shook her head. "I don't know. I just did."
Sam moved to her and kissed her forehead. "This can work…"
"Isn't this lying?" Mercedes asked as she stood at the police station. "I don't know if I can handle this."
Sam kissed her forehead as he pulled her closer. "It's going to be okay; they just need to see your face. See that you are alive and well. Mike thinks he has one up on us; you are going to show him that he lost."
Sebastian took his hand in hers. "Merce, you don't have to say anything; just stand there and let me do the talking."
Mercedes nodded standing between Sebastian and Sam. "okay…you guys won't leave me?"
They both nodded. "We aren't going anywhere," Sam said as Quinn led them back to the interrogation room. As they walked inside Mike looked up and smiled.
"Oh, hiya beautiful. Didn't think I would see you again."
Mercedes swallowed, staring at him as Mike continued. "What's wrong, sweetie? Cat got your tongue?"
"Mr. Chang, we have you on the murder of Tina Cohen-Chang and the attempted murder of District Attorney Mercedes Jones. This is your one and only shot at a deal. Take it or leave it."
"Tell me, Mercedes, did you tell your man how much fun being on top of me was." He teased.
Sam growled moving closer to Mike, but she stopped him. Mercedes had a feeling that she and this man had it out, and Sam told her that she had broken her hand, punching him in the face.
"No… how's the face?" She spat, she didn't know why that had a massive effect on him but it did.
"You bitch! You got nothing!"
"Do I? Then why do you look so scared?" She moved closer to the table, something that just felt natural. "You murdered someone in cold blood and tried to kill me. Do you really think you have any chance of getting out? Give me…"
"Mayfield," Sebastian added.
Mercedes looked at him and then back at Mike. "Give me Mayfield, and I am sure we can get you a deal. Don't, and well, I will enjoy watching you rot."
Mike slammed his cuffed hands on the table. "He will kill me!"
"Well then, by all means, waste away in jail for him. I am sure he would do the same. But I have to wonder, why you have been in here for three weeks, and his lawyer hasn't gotten you out? He's replaced you, the question is are you going to let him get away with it?"
Mike sighed, shaking his head. "Look, I want an air-tight deal, one that I won't be able to be touched. I have to be protected. If you do that, if you protect me, I can…will consider it. But I want five minutes alone with Mercedes."
"No way!" Sam said, moving in front of her.
"Not gonna happen!" Sebastian said moving closer to her.
Mercedes stared at Mike. "It's Fine."
Sam moved closer to her. "You remember him?"
She shook her head no. "No. But it's okay."
Sam and Sebastian hesitated as Mercedes took a seat, and they walked out of the room.
"You got me here what do you want?"
"How did you do it?" Mike asked.
"Do what?"
"I have kidnapped, murdered, and tortured my share of people, of women. But you are the only one I feel bad about hurting, and why is that?"
She shrugged. "I don't know."
"I shot her for you, you know?"
Mercedes looked at him, confused; she was fairly certain she and Mike had never met before he kidnapped her. "I I I don't understand."
"From the first time I saw you in court, I knew you were something special. You stood tall and didn't let Mayfield intimidate you. He pushed, and you pushed back. He had me look into you, and I was impressed, and in awe of all you fought for. That's never happened to me before. So when Tina called me and so callously told me she would give you away, I knew she had to go."
Mercedes stared at him. "I never asked you to take a life for me."
"You didn't have to."
They sat in silence for a moment before Mike spoke up again. "Do you think you can protect me? Because Mayfield is worse than you could ever know, there are skeletons buried so deep that it will take years to unbury."
"Why are you willing to turn on him?"
"Why did you stand up to him? He is the scariest man in the town, and I have wanted to get out from him for years, but I didn't think of it until I watched you stand up to him. Protect me, and you will get what you need. Artie and Dave will follow my lead."
"Thank you, you are doing the right thing."
Mike shrugged. "Maybe I am; just make sure that man pays for all the harm he's done."
Mercedes stood and walked towards the door but stopped looking back at Mike. "Thank you, Mike."
He nodded, looking back down at his hands.