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A/N: Well, I actually have an idea for a third story in my 'Forgotten' series (thanks to SyberiaWinx)I'm thinking on calling it either, "Forgotten and Gone" or "Gone and Forgotten"
So, you all can voice your opinion on a name or if you'd like go and tell me if you don't want a third story.
And if I am doing a third story I wouldn't mind a beta. So If you'd like to be my beta for the third story, please contact me.

Don watched over Charlie until Dr. Harry Roland made his appearance.

Don had sat next to Charlie on the couch. They had both been quiet as soon as Don had gotten Charlie to calm down.

Don had gotten up when he felt Dr. Roland's hand on his shoulder and he moved to the wall of the garage.

"Charlie." Roland said, "I need you to talk to me."

Charlie sighed and turned his head, looking into Dr. Roland's eyes, "You know what, Doctor? I don't want to be hypnotized anymore. I don't think that will help me in any way. In fact, I think it has hurt me more than help."

"I'm sorry, Charlie. I don't understand." Charlie could hear the question that weighted Roland's voice.

Charlie licked his dry lips, "It has brought up some stuff that I can't deal with - made it more real." He paused, "So real that I got hurt."

"Did you hurt yourself, Charlie?" Roland kept his voice soft, but his eyes showed disappointment.

"No. I did not hurt myself." Charlie answered in a strong voice. He remembered a time when if someone would have asked him that he would have been offended, but upon remembering all the things that happened the past year - he understood where the question came from.

"I don't understand." Roland stated again, discombobulated.

Charlie took a breath, "I had been taken to the hospital - against my will." He shot a death glare at Don who just smirked back.

Don stepped forward, "And we had ever right to, Charlie."

"No you did not!"

"Did too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Both of you," Roland said sternly, "Stop the yelling right now or I swear, I will go and tell Alan."

Both of them shut their mouths and said, "Sorry." at the same time.

Roland blinked at the two, amazed that it actually worked. He sighed, "Alright. So, why did you get taken to the hospital, Charlie?"

"An injury had reappeared." Charlie lifted his hand and felt the back of his head, with a slight intake of breath, he continued talking, "And then it disappeared."

"It just disappeared?" Roland asked. "Just like that?"

Charlie nodded, "Yep. Doctor had no excuse for why it came and went."

"But you have a theory?"

Charlie smirked, "When don't I?"

Don grinned, that was like Charlie. Always with theories for everything. He was glad that Charlie was getting help - Charlie could be stubborn sometimes (like with going to the hospital) but he also knew when he needed help.

"And?" Roland asked, wondering what this theory was.

"Well," Charlie licked his dry lips again, as he voice started getting rough, "I think that the hypnotism made my mind relive what had happened vividly - thus causing a sort of 'phantom bump' on the back of my head where I had previously had one."

"A 'phantom bump'?"

"It's like when women have a 'phantom pregnancy'. Basically the woman either thinks she is pregnant or she if she desires one enough, she will have the symptoms of being pregnant without actually having a baby." Charlie answered.

Damn. That was a good theory. Plausible. Don remembered when he was in history class and someone telling him that Queen Mary of England also known as 'Bloody Mary' had a few of those 'phantom pregnancies', or so they think.

Roland peered around the room and his eyes stopped suddenly at the blackboard, he sighed and shook his head at all the numbers. "Did it help?"

Charlie followed his doctor's eyes and nodded, "Yes. It did." His voice was quiet and still rough. He cleared his throat, "I-I'm thirsty."

"We can take this inside where you will eat and drink something." Roland stated.

Charlie sighed and nodded, "I was hungry earlier."

"What happened?" Roland asked as the three of them made their way out of the garage.

"I kinda freaked out."

"Why?"

Don spoke up, "It was my fault."

"No, Don. I should have told you not to-"

"But I shouldn't have called you that. You always hated it when I called you ... that ..."

Roland sighed. Sometimes people just needed to say a full sentence. He knew that whatever it was, it was traumatic to Charlie, "Charlie, why don't you go inside and get started on getting your drink and food. I need to talk to Don for a moment."

Charlie nodded, knowing what they would be talking about; and he was very glad that he was spared the conversation.

Don watched and Charlie walked into the house and he let out a sigh when the door closed behind him. "Chuck." Don answered simply.

Roland nodded, "Alright. So, Tirry did what? Call him 'Chuck'?"

"That's what he said." Don answered with a shrug.

"I see why that would be traumatic for him." Roland said, thoughtfully, "We will have to weary for more triggers. Though we may never know them all and then one day some ten years from now he might come in contact with another trigger."

Don's thoughts filled with worry. "So what you're saying is that in some ten years from now, if someone calls him 'Chuck' he will freak out again?"

"Well, I sincerely hope not. We can help him get past the trigger's that we know of, but as for the ones we don't know about ..."

The two of them had made their way to the door as they had talked and soon they walked into the house.

Charlie looked up at them and he held up his sandwich, "See, I'm eating."

"Good." Roland said, "And now is also a good time for you to take your medication."

Charlie rolled his eyes as some pills found their way to his empty hand.

Charlie's head jerked up from his slumber as the doorbell rang. He looked about baffled at where the noise came from until he saw Don opening the door. He stood up and shook his head, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Dr. Roland had left soon after Charlie at some food. After that Charlie was tired - which was too be expected, he had not had much sleep the past few days.

Charlie looked at the door and smiled as Nancy came in. "Hey, Nancy."

"Charlie." She smiled. "It's great to see you."

"You too." Charlie paused, "You look fantastic."

"Hey!" Don said loudly, "That's my line!"

Nancy blushed. "Oh come on, I don't look that great."

Don pulled her into a hug. "Of course you do."

Alan walked into the room with an apron on, he smiled. "Come, let's eat."

The three others all smiled as they made their way into the kitchen.

But they had all dropped to the floor and covered their heads when the earth started to shake.

Everything was breaking around them. Pictures falling, glass shaking, dust flying. Chairs fell over, lights flashed, deafening noise.

It didn't last long. They normally don't.

"Is everyone alright?" Don asked after he did a body check on himself.

"I'm fine." Nancy said, standing up slowly, "Just a little frightened."

"I-I think I'm fine." Alan said shakily, "But that earthquake scared the bejeezes out of me."

Don awaited Charlie's answer, but when it didn't come, he started to worry. "Charlie? Buddy?" Silence, "Answer me."

Charlie's back was to them and he was shaking like a leaf.

Don got up and walked to Charlie, "Hey, Buddy?" He bent down beside Charlie.

His face was pale and sweat dotted his forehead. His eyes were wide and staring.

"Charlie? Where are you hurt? You seem to be going into shock. Tell me where you are hurt." His voice was rushed, worried.

Charlie shook his head, he tried to tell Don that he wasn't hurt. But he wasn't for sure if he was getting through. He knew that Don was sitting beside him even though he couldn't move his eyes.

Don noticed the shake of the head, but he didn't believe it. He stared at Charlie and started to give him a body check. Don didn't see any injuries, so he started searching Charlie's face for clues. He saw Charlie's staring eyes and he followed the gaze to the floor.

Don's heart sank. No wonder Charlie was acting like this.

By now, Alan and Nancy were worried about him as well, so they had all surrounded the young man.

Don reached down, moving the object that was in Charlie's sight.

He had to take the piece of glass that had gone through the picture of Margaret.

"M-Mom." Charlie's voice cracked.

"It's alright, son." Alan said, "It's alright."

Soon they had all started to calm down and they started picking up the house.

Nancy had walked up to the TV, so that she could watch the news, but the power was out. She sighed and started to help Don clean up.

Once the house was in order they all sat down, but they hadn't been resting quietly for five minutes before Charlie suddenly stood up. "The garage ..." He made his way to see what the earthquake did to his workspace.