A/N- Alrighty then. Since I know there's not much Niggy, I felt the need to take care of this before I updated my other stories. I apologize, because I hatehatehate song-fics. This isn't really a song-fic, but it does have some song lyrics. Sorry, Owl City haters. Also, I would like to point out that the content in this chapter is a tad more adult. Keep in mind that this ficcy is rated TEEN. If you /are/ a teenager, then you should have no problem with this.

nm-maximumride4eva- Thank you so much for reviewing another of my fics! This really means a lot, thank you. If you wouldn't mind, could you offer your criticism on my other fic, "I'm Here for You"? If it's no trouble. ^_^

BookFan22 a.k.a. GwenFan22- I would like to offer this piece of advice: Iggy is a fictional character, he can't possibly be hot! xD But I imagine him hot, is that weird? I too am looking forward to the movie, thank you for reviewing.

Memories of You

Chapter 2

Max POV

Iggy looked at Nudge rather coldly, trying to keep the bitterness out of his sightless eyes. "What do you want?" she asked with honest curiosity. "Are you here to see Fang? Or Max?" she asked brightly. He gave her a death glare, which she rolled her eyes at. "I live here," he said simply, and then walked downstairs, muttering something about "kill Fang, kill Fang".

Aw, Iggy, you don't have to take all your anger out on Fang.

"What was that about? I don't have that terrible of a memory, I remember him! He was the hot one from the hospital! He's sooo cute angry, Max. You don't like him, right? You're not secretly dating him, are you? Omigod, Fang would be so angry at you. And then mess up that guy's face. I don't want his face to get messed up-"

I clamped a hand over her mouth. "Geez, do you ever stop to breathe? That's not what I'm talking about. He…he just lives here now, okay? H-he moved in while you were gone." Shit, I'm so not a good liar, I thought to myself bitterly.

She removed my hand with impatience. "Max," she began, "I know he's blind, I know he's kind of standoffish, but I know he likes me. He said so at the hospital," she said brightly. "So as long as you don't like him, I figure it's going to be awesome between him and me." She forgot her mad rant, her reason for interrupting me, the fact that she was aware that I was hiding something. I had just lied to her. If she ever found out before she got her memory back…

I stalked back to the cake batter and my electric mixer angrily. The Saltwater Room came onto my radio, and I bit back a groan as I remembered. This had been Iggy and Nudge's song.

I sighed to myself. This was so frustrating! What were we going to do? Nudge and Iggy had to get back together; they'd practically been in love with each other. They'd been dating for about two years, and were more inseparable than Fang and I. Iggy treated her like a princess, and she loved him back with all her heart. Not to mention how puzzling it was that he was the only one she didn't remember.

I shook my head. The logical explanation was probably that he was the only one she'd been thinking of after the fall before she blacked out, whereas Iggy was probably thinking a million things, like, "why are we falling?", "I'm so worried about Nudge", "I left the sink running at home", "I forgot to flush my toilet". You know. Iggy stuff.

Considering that Iggy hit his head first, being taller, and cushioning Nudge's fall, it was only natural that he would black out before her. She had a few seconds to worry about him before she finally collapsed, giving us a split second to catch them before they fell off the plane, but no more, their consciousness was gone and so was any chance for Nudge to remember Iggy.

Pouring the cake batter into a rectangular pan and shoving it angrily into the oven, I spun around, face to face with Fang. "I'm so tired of Iggy's mood swings. Honestly, I only put up with this kind of abuse from you. It's not my freaking fault that Nudge doesn't remember. Yet I get the abuse because he can't fight any of you. I'm gonna go snap Nudge out of this," he said with determination, marching out of the room.

"Wait," I cried, catching him by the shirt sleeve. "You can't! Once she knows, it'll traumatize her, trying to remember. She'll be unable to remember, forcing herself to, and it'll push her away from Iggy. At least she's happy in her own world, now, and she likes Iggy. As soon as they get close enough, I figure she'll just remember on her own," I reassured Fang.

Fang turned around. "It better be soon," he grumbled grudgingly, but smiled at me anyway.

Nudge POV

I left the kitchen to see Fang move past me swiftly. Maybe he was going to help Max bake my cake? He was probably there to get all pervy in the kitchen. He can do that all he wants, but I'm not eating any food that had to suffer through that. Way to get nasty around our food, Fang. Get a freaking room.

Rounding the corner, I ran straight into the one called Iggy, his iced tea running down my shirt. Only concerned with the fact that my baby pink bra was showing through it, I didn't even look up. "Watch it, brat-" I began, but abruptly stopped when I saw that it was the cute one. And he was smiling, and not angry with me at all. Maybe he's only a hater with the rest of my emotionally challenged family. I smiled sheepishly, forgetting all about my shirt. "Uh, sorry…" I began sheepishly, but he held up his hand.

"I should have known better than to carry a drink around the corners in this house," he apologized. "I'm sorry about your shirt. It should wash right out," he offered, patting me on the shoulder and walking around to the kitchen. I huffed. A pat on the shoulder? That's all I get?

It was at that moment that I realized something. "Eh, you really shouldn't, Iggy, Max and Fang are in there-"

"Oh! Jesus!" cried Iggy as he came rushing out of the kitchen, his face reddened completely. "Fang, don't ever do that in the kitchen! Ever!" he added. "My house!" Fang challenged back, laughing hysterically. "It's not like it's my fault! She let me!" I glanced at Iggy, too emotionally scarred for anymore words. "You can't see. What the heck was that all about?"

He straightened and glared at me. "I have ears, idiot. And it wasn't like I could have missed it. Small kitchen, three people. Do the math," he fumed. "Gah. I'm going downstairs with Gazzy," he muttered. I stood there for a minute. Whatever, I'm going upstairs to change again.

Max POV

I blushed feverishly as I took the cake out of the oven and grabbed the can of white frosting and rainbow sprinkles. "Getting all cozy in the kitchen," mused Iggy. "You know, I think I'll go back to the hospital. Sure, I may have blood drawn every five minutes and hunger pains, but at least the food there is edible and not baked with love a la Max and Fang," he proceeded to gag.

"He was just kissing me," I muttered. "You do that with Nudge more than I do with Fang, because all of you claim that it's totally creepy for Fang and I to kiss each other because I'm sleeping with him."

"Barf," Iggy yawned. "It's precisely because a) you would have a heart attack if Nudge and I did do those things because she was only sixteen when I left, b) we don't do those things, and c) it is totally creepy because you haven't heard from Angel what Fang's thoughts are while he does that, but you probably don't have to."

I glared. "How much more freedom do you think I have? She's seventeen now, Iggy. It could only be a few more weeks, and you and Nudge can get married, love each other, do whatever the heck you want. I'm glad I have the time I had, or you would be right on it already."

Iggy frowned at me. "You know that I don't want you joking about that, Max. I already loved her. I thought you knew that." Great. Now he was using guilt.

"Iggy, I'm sorry, really. But you know that you've all seemed so much younger to me except Fang. I always considered you and Nudge too young. But you're right. You're nineteen and Nudge is seventeen, so between the two of you, you are eighteen, exactly how old Fang and I were when we moved in together in this house."

"It's okay, Max. And I mean no offense by this, but I'm really not that kind of person that you and Fang are. I would marry Nudge before anything else. I'd make sure she belonged to me and no one else. And I know that you and Fang love each other, but I'm not quite that afraid of commitment."

I stared, open-mouthed in shock. My eyes narrowed, and I couldn't speak. "E-excuse me, Iggy? What business is it of yours? What makes you think that you can say that about us? The only girlfriend you've ever had is Nudge, so you don't know what it's like to love someone truly."

"Oh, so I guess that's why you're not married," said Iggy bluntly. "If you love each other so much, you shouldn't be afraid of the smallest commitment that won't change anything between you two. It'll just make him yours, it'll make it right. You guys are making me seem like the adult here."

"That's not true. Getting married takes…something. And anyway, we don't need it. We're happy already."

"I don't think that's it..." he paused. "I don't think Fang wants to be married to you. Getting married takes an adult, Max. Do you think your beloved Fang is ready for that? Don't pretend I'm the child here. I know exactly how this goes, and I know that I love Nudge enough to want to actually marry her. Do you know why I was so depressed about her not remembering me? Do you know now?"

His voice was tense and strained, and if he wasn't blind, he would have picked up the knife next to him and stabbed me to death with it. "I'm giving you the finger, Iggy," I grumbled.

"No you're not," he answered quickly, despite being blind. Damn, he didn't believe me, he was too smart.

"I'm sorry, Iggy. I guess you really loved her."

"Gee, you think, Max? I still love her. I'll always love her, and I won't give up until she remembers me again."

I nodded. I bowed my head and thought of Fang. He did love me…didn't he?

Nudge POV

I grabbed a clean shirt from my closet and threw my old shirt on the floor. Replacing the shirt quickly, I glanced over at my bedside table. The picture frame on the table was disassembled, and without a picture. I walked over quickly. I looked all over and underneath my bed, but there was no picture, and I couldn't even remember what the picture had been. I sighed. My memory was so empty.

I turned on my clock radio and rummaged through my desk. Some song I had never heard came on the radio, and I sighed as I remembered that I used to know all the new songs. Two months was a much longer time than I thought. As sunlight streamed through the window into the room, I saw that it had been cleaned so many times that it was spotless. I giggled as I realized that it would be a trash heap in another five days.

The laughter died quickly as I felt a huge loneliness wash over me. I didn't have that easy, joyful life anymore. Certainly they all wanted to make it easier for me, but I was so troubled by the fact that I couldn't remember anything. What was even more disturbing was that I kept seeing that boy's face in my mind. Iggy, wasn't it?

His smile had just about stopped my heart, but I'd never been in love. It was a feeling I remembered in the back of my mind somewhere, it seemed so familiar, yet it shocked me. No one had ever made me feel like that. He was blind, but his smile was so welcoming that it made me feel like he would be easy to talk to, and carefree.

I flopped back on my bed and closed my eyes. The familiar quiet melody of a guitar drifted from the radio into my ears.

I opened my eyes…last night…and saw you in the low light…

Puzzled, I concentrated hard. Where had I heard it before?

Walking down by the bay…on the shore…staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore…

I listened to a few more bars, still not getting anything.

…As if you actually were inside a saltwater room…

Yes, that was it. I had heard it before. I smiled, curious how that song could make me feel so happy and safe. Before I knew it, I was singing along with the entire song. I stopped short as something tugged on my memory. How do I know this song? Where do I remember it from? I saw his face again, Iggy. In my memory, he smiled at me.

"Nudge," came his quiet voice. "Nuuuuudge…"

Am I hearing things? I thought to myself. I opened my eyes to see him standing above me, looking down. "Nudge? Are you awake? I won't know if you don't tell me," he complained.

"W-what are you doing in my room, Iggy?"

He rolled his blind eyes. "Max has your birthday cake and the rest of them have your presents," he said to me. "They want you downstairs at your own birthday, Nudge."

"I never told you my name."

"And I never told you my name," he smirked. "Come on." He grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the door.

"Um, Iggy?"

"Yeah, Nudge?"

"Before…when you said they all got me cake and presents…do I get a present from you?"

"Just this," he answered, and silently stepped forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.

Pulling back quickly, there was nervousness in his eyes as he walked down the stairs, leaving me standing there confused.

Max POV

Nudge seemed out of it the whole night. She let Angel and Gazzy blow out all the candles, barely smiled at the new iPod Fang and I had given her, and forgot to thank Gazzy and Angel for their cute little homemade gifts. She didn't make eye contact with Iggy once, and excused herself to bed at eight o'clock.

"She's probably really tired," said Gazzy. "Memory gaining must be hard work. I feel really bad for her. She doesn't seem the same around us. She used to be so happy around us."

Iggy stayed behind as they all left, even Fang, and cleared the table, looking down all the while. As he was slipping past me into the kitchen, I saw the pools of water in his eyes, and closed my eyes. Oh, Iggy, what can I do to help you? How can I fix it between you and Nudge?

"…time together is just never quite enough…" I heard his low voice singing the words almost incoherently, and I felt a surge of sadness bigger than anything I'd ever felt before. "…tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love..." I disappeared into Fang and my bedroom, but not before hearing a sad sigh escape Iggy's lips.

"I don't know how you can stand to listen to you iPod after what happened with Iggy and Nudge," I said with distain as I walked in on Fang bobbing his head to the music. He turned it off and rolled his eyes. "Max, are we supposed to make ourselves miserable until they get reunited?" he asked me skeptically. "We don't know how long that will be."

"You are so selfish," I glared at him. "It's still too soon to be doing anything happy. It's not right, listening to music like that and bobbing your head like it used to be."

Fang glared right back. "Look, Max, they've been hospitalized, it didn't just start today. You know how shocked I was at first, but listen well. I've hardly done anything to you in two months. This is just torture to me now that Iggy's being a pissy jerk."

I walked over and sat down. I leaned over and kissed him slowly. "You're right. I'm sorry I'm being unfair to you, too. I should let them work out their own problems."

"Uh-huh," said Fang, not really listening as he began unbuttoning my jeans.

Nudge POV

I was so surprised. I think I scared everyone with my shock and my abrupt excuse to leave, but I just needed to think. It was just a small kiss. Why was I getting so worked up like this? He was different from the trash that I usually dated, when I was around fourteen or fifteen. Strangely, I had no memory of dates after then. How could someone like him be so totally unaware of how perfect he is? Most guys aware of how cute they are would be totally different, dating girls for ulterior motives.

Why was I having so many feelings for this guy? Of course I had no memories of him, I had just met him today. His face kept flying through my mind, pictures of him that I had never seen before. Why was I humming that familiar melody of that song on the radio? It had more meaning than just a song. It was somehow tied to him, if only in my mind.

Now, laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling, I was realizing just how immature my life had been. I didn't think it would ever go back to that, the way it was earlier in my teen years. But it seemed as though a chunk of my life had been stolen. I only remembered bits and pieces of my life before I blacked out.

I didn't know why, and I didn't know exactly when. But I had lost something, some more memories when I blacked out. I felt so robbed.

Why weren't they telling me everything? Was it to protect me?

What was it that they were keeping from me?

And why was it that Iggy's face kept swimming in my mind?

Was I falling in love…with Iggy?

So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?

All the time, all the time.

Well, I don't have much to say here. Just, hope you enjoyed it.

~Rachel