Chapter 3 - Answers

Borderline was relatively bare for the time of the day. There were a couple of people at the front of the restaurant, but around our booth at the back was completed private. The tall, blonde waitress bought over my milkshake and gave me a quick smile and went back to the kitchen.

"Spill it", I whispered, dead pan, to Patch as soon as she left. Patch sighed, closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair, "Wait, so it's really bad?"

Patched laughed, "Not really", he looked around the restaurant cautiously, "It's just, I don't know how you will take it".

"At least give me the chance,"

"Alright Angel, but it's a long story".

I smiled, probably more than I should have. I had no idea what the explanation for mine, Vee's and god knows who else's memory. I was just glad that he was getting to the point.

"You remember the whole war right?"

"Yes," I said expectantly.

"Well, the majority of the Fallen Angel race has been eradicated yeah," he gave a little smile and winked, "Except a few like me".

"Yeah, yeah got it, you're great and all"

"I guess the only way to explain it all is to look at it logically," he closed his eyes for a few seconds then continued, "All Nephillim know about the Fallen Angel's demise and all about swearing fealty, but, there are still 'bad seeds' among the angels and they will continue to be cast down from heaven",

I nodded listening to every word carefully.

"So, when new Fallen Angels are cast down, they will look for a Nephilim vessel", he paused for a second trying to gauge my response, then continued slowly, "The Archangels erased the Nephilim's memory so they would be easier to possess and less likely to rebel any time soo…"

"Stop," I interrupted, "You're telling me that", I seethed "The Archangels have set up my race to be continually possessed!"

"My race too, Angel," he reached over to place his hand on mine but I pulled away.

"This war was all for nothing, whatever we do, we'll always be victims, Scott died for nothing",

"Yeah, it's rough," he smiled weakly, "At least we've got eternity to come to terms with it".

"I don't want to come to terms with it, we could reunite the army or something, I still remember all the resistant methods",

"No," Patch murmured.

I froze. This was the only logical solution, I stared at him unblinking. "What do you mean 'No'."

"It's hard to come to terms with, but it's only two weeks in a year, rather than millions of humans potentially dying over the years".

"It's not the same," I scowled.

Patch rolled his eyes, "So you wouldn't give up two weeks of your life to save 5 or 6 human lives?"

"It's not the same,"

"Yeah it is actually, tell me exactly what isn't the same then" he smirked and leaned back in his chair.

"You wouldn't get it anyway, once a Fallen Angel, always a Fallen Angel", I got up, pushed my chair in and stormed out of Borderline. Patch didn't follow me, I wish he had. The truth was he was right; what was 2 weeks compared to the lives of 5 or 6 people, I just didn't want it to be true. If he had followed me I would have told him. There had to be another way but I wasn't thinking straight my head was still pounding. I hadn't even asked Patch why I still remembered things and why there had to be a car crash, and why I had to be involved. I sighed and sat down on the curb around the corner and called Vee.

"Yeah Babe?" she answered on the second ring.

"Patch bailed me out the hospital, but I need to be picked up… at Borderline"

"And he can't take you why?"

"I might have started an argument and have to much pride to waltz back inside and ask for a lift" I said wearying.

"Ahh, good one Nora, I'll be there in 10 alright"

"Thanks, I owe you",

"More than you know", and Vee hang up.

In the ten minutes I waited for Vee to pick me up I stared at the door of Borderline. Patch didn't leave, or he left out the back, or if he was sick enough, he could have played a mind trick on trick me. Just thinking about that made me angrier. Vee's neon came around the corner and I stood up. The car had barely stopped before I opened the door and jumped in, slamming the door behind me.

Vee rolled her eyes, "I not a huge fan of Patch either, but don't take it out on the Neon," I laughed and she pulled out the car park. My phone pinged.

Glad you're getting home safely. I wish I could apologize for something, but that just how it is.

I sighed.

"What is it" Vee asked raising her eyebrows.

"I'm sick of all this drama, car crashes and that bullshit"

"Yeah, tell me about it".

"We should have some fun, go out or something,"

"Well that's very un-Nora of you, so I'm definitely in", she smiled excitedly and contemplated for a bit. "We'll swing past my house pick up some clothes and makeup and get ready at yours".

"Or we could just hang out for a bit at yours for a bit?"

"I'm guessing your Mom wants to touch base before we head out,"

"Hmm I suppose," I hadn't thought of my Mom in all this, and had neglected to ask Patch about her. Did she remember Hank Millar and all that he did to her? I pushed it out of my mind, Patch would tell me later and I would deal with it then. "Where are we going then?"

"Dancing," she smiled, "Can't back out" she quickly added to the end. I seriously would never go out if it wasn't for Vee, but I'd admit – only to myself – there wasn't a time went she dragged me out, that I didn't enjoy it.

"Wouldn't dare,"

(A/N): Sorry that this is a short chapter, I find it easier to write then this size. And sorry for the delay, I've been busy with uni . I appreciate every bit of feedback. Tell me where you think this story is going and/or any suggestions! I would love it