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The kettle's screaming broke Jason out of his reverie, he moved into the kitchenette to take it off the stove. He had been staying with Nicky for a three weeks now – though he had barely seen her as she worked as a teacher's assistant during the day and in a bar at night. However Jason had to admit that he was surprised how comfortable he felt here; he never would have guessed how well he could have got on with Nicky. But as the days went past any time he spent with her he usually ended up smiling more than he had for a long time….since Marie now he came to think about it. Actually more than he had with Marie – their relationship had been loving and very physical and Jason didn't regret a second of it. But with Nicky, the only other woman he could remember having any contact with, it was much more caring: their friendship was so new and yet the way they fitted together made Jason think that they had been close for a very long time.
He had begun to remember the odd thing about his life as David Webb; it had taken a few days before he had had a flashback. Nicky had been very stern, despite his evident consternation, and only once he had taken a few days to rest did she hand over an old photo album. It had contained photos of his parents and other family members, as well as a sizeable portion of baby photos. Nicky couldn't contain her mirth as they had gone through the photos of the chunky baby boy smiling from all the pictures. His parents were exactly what he had imagined – his mother was pretty and small whilst his father had been very similar in looks, though Jason had to admit that he was considerably more powerfully built than his father had been. Nicky had patiently explained to him his family history, and as the details came Jason began to remember more and more clearly. Though he really already knew, it had still been disappointing when Nicky explained that for those chosen for the Treadstone program all immediate family must be deceased.
Even in the brief time they had spent together, Jason was becoming able to read Nicky very well. He could see that she was hiding something from his past – something monumental. He knew that she was enjoying the time they spent together and was pleased that he could remember things; but there were definitely moments when Jason was convinced that she was angry at him. There were as many demons in her past as in his; most nights he was awoken to the sound of sobbing coming from Nicky's bedroom. He also noticed that when she smiled – it never reached her eyes: those blue eyes that housed such kindness; also reflected a horror, a pain so poignant that there were times Jason didn't want to know about David Webb.
Making two cups of coffee, he set one down on the breakfast bar and turned to look out onto the Parisian vista; the city was just awakening and Jason found that he loved this time of day – when it was still full of unrealised potential. Nicky however did not share his enthusiasm and he soon heard her grumbling as she pulled open her bedroom door and made her way down the tiny hallway. Grabbing the coffee appreciatively and curling up into the armchair she scowled at him as he grinned at her.
'And why are you so cheery?' She snapped at him causing him to chuckle even more as he leant into the sofa.
'Late night? You came in at like 4 this morning.' Nicky rubbed her eyes to remove the sleep and stifled a yawn. Jason had to admit she was extremely pretty, sat there with her rapidly re-growing hair sticking up in all directions and her sweats that had Georgetown emblazoned across them.
'I know – I'm going to have to stop this working two jobs, it'll be the end of me.' She moaned rubbing her neck, looking over to Jason she realised that he wasn't listening. His face had contorted and his eyes were unfocused. Getting to her feet Nicky walked round the table and kneeled in front of him. Gently taking his hands in hers, she whispered his name.
David Webb was sat at a large wooden table, mountains of books around him and a pad of paper laid directly in front on the table. More tables were lined up around the room - - it was a library of some kind.
Reaching out for the book on the top of the nearest pile, his attention was caught by someone entering through the large oak doors at the end of the room; a young Nicky Parsons entered the room wearing an oversized 'Georgetown' sweatshirt. She stood at the entrance searching for someone, when she caught sight of Webb she made her way over. Her long blonde hair fell all around her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with an infectious exuberance.
As she neared him she smiled – a full smile that seemed to lighten her face and illuminate the area surrounding her. She sat down in the chair next to him and Webb leaned over and kissed her to which she hungrily reciprocated…
'Jason?'
'Jason?' Jason shook his head a few times to clear the image, the intensity of which had been previously unparalleled. He realised that he was still sitting on the sofa and that a very concerned Nicky was kneeling in front of him.
'Jason are you alright?' Nicky was worried, Jason had paled and was now searching her eyes – he had remembered something important.
'Nicky – were we ever lovers?'
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