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The temperature of the room seemed to drop a couple of degrees; Nicky felt like he'd just punched her, all the air had left her lungs. She knew that it would eventually come out but now that he'd remembered….she couldn't, this was too soon.

Jason watched Nicky recoil, as though he had physically struck her. She dropped his hands and moved away; seeing her reaction he was convinced that he was right – that this was what Nicky had hidden from him: maybe he'd left her to join Treadstone? Maybe that's why she seemed to be so uncomfortable with him before when he was working for them.

Nicky got up and moved back to the breakfast bar, she could feel Jason's eyes on her, examining and judging her. Suddenly the room felt too small and airless.

'I've got to go; I'm going to be late for work.' Nicky said quietly as she began to move toward the doorway, but Jason was next to her before she could even take a few steps; in two long strides he was blocking her attempted escape.

'No you're not going anyway – this is real, I've remembered something important and you're going to tell me everything.' He shouted, grabbing hold of her arms. How could she have kept this from him? Nicky struggled against him arms but he held her fast.

'Do you have any idea what it's been like – trying to understand who I am? Trying to fit the pieces together and you – you who said you'd tell me everything! What? How did such a fucking massive piece of information slip your mind Nicky?!' Nicky looked at him before pushing him back with all her might; surprised by this move Jason stumbled slightly and released his grip on her arms.

'Oh STOP will you?! How dare you shout at me? As though I'd done something wrong? Holier-than-fucking-thou! You know what you are Jason – you're a FUCKING COWARD.' Nicky screamed at him. She'd never been so angry in her life and before she could stop herself, she'd hit him, punched Jason Bourne in the mouth. It didn't even occur to her who it was that she was hitting – a highly trained assassin who probably wouldn't even feel her ineffectual blows. Nicky recoiled in shock, surprised at her actions, and yet oddly satisfied. Glancing at Jason she immediately regretted it, his eyes burned with anger and before she could even process what had happened, he had pushed her to the floor.

Watching her as she lay there panting, Jason felt his bleeding lip – the girl had a good right hook. She wouldn't look at him and he didn't feel much like kneeling down in front of her, so they stayed in that position as the silence stretched. He couldn't help but wonder about the strange nature of their present relationship: so polite on the surface, never overly emotional – just touchingly considerate and…distant. Jason frowned as he looked at Nicky lying there, hardly believing what he had just recalled:

The Nicky Parsons of his Treadstone past – an agent of the establishment – a cold character who had been officious, utterly unapproachable and always disproving of him.

The same Nicky Parsons was the young girl of his memories, with sparkling eyes and an infectious laugh.

This Nicky was the woman lying on the floor where he'd knocked her down moments after she'd hit him, the only impassioned moment she'd shown since he'd known her as Jason Bourne.

'What do you remember?' Nicky whispered, barely audibly, still not looking at him. Jason watched at her for a little longer and then moved away, going to sit on the sofa – his oblique attempt at a truce; Nicky remained were she was for another few minutes whilst silence reigned once again. Sighing she stood up, folding her arms across her chest she remained where she had fallen. Jason waited until she looked at him before answering.

'We were at Georgetown together. You were there, we were…kissing.' He finished awkwardly. Nicky nodded, her jaw tightly clenched. Jason leant forwards, resting his elbows on his knees, not knowing whether to be patient or push for answers. Usually adept at reading people – he honestly had no idea what to do, how to handle this unpredictable Nicky. As much as he wanted to demand answers, he knew that Nicky no longer feared him; thinking back to Berlin when she'd seemed terrified as he threatened her life…was she as clear cut as he'd always assumed? Jason reflected as silence resumed, he knew her secret now: she had nothing to lose anymore.

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A/N: I know this chapter is strange and probably not what you expected, but it will make sense and fit properly. I don't ever have a pre-planned idea of my stories and prefer to just see where each chapter takes me. Please bear with me…and if you have the inclination (and like to make me smile) R&R!

FYI: I have crap grammar…..deal with it.