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"I remember you."

"You… you remember me?" Auggie was confused. How could Annie remember him if she didn't even remember her sister? He should be glad Annie remembered, right? But why was he worried about her remembering him? No, he could answer this question. He had been glad that Annie lost her memory. So he could pretend the accident wasn't his fault. But now, now that she remembered him… now what? Would she abandon him? Well, Annie would have gotten her memory back sometime. He should be glad she remembered something, but it still didn't explain why him of all people. "That's good, isn't it?"

"Well, yes, no. I… that's not what I meant." She sounded as confused as Auggie felt.

"Care to explain, Walker?" He tried to keep up their usual banter as if nothing was wrong and smiled towards her.

Annie hesitated before she answered. How could she explain what she felt without confusing him? When she didn't answer immediately, she felt a warm hand touch hers gently. It was strange how much comfort such a simple action could provide. "I… I don't remember you as in what you did or we for that matter, but I know who you are. I think I know what a person you are… I know that I can trust you… I know what you meant for me."

"Just that I get it right, you don't remember anything about me, just who I am?"

"Yeah… you could it put it this way." She answered and sighed. Why was it so difficult to explain what she was feeling for him? And could he please stop caressing her hand? The touch felt good, too good. She wasn't able to concentrate on anything other than his hand.

His words pulled her out of her thoughts. "Well, better than nothing, right? And what a person do you think am I?" His voice was teasing, but still smooth, she was sure she could listen to his voice the whole day. Wait he did ask her something, what was it again? She better should start to concentrate.

"I think you'd always be there for me. And you're cute… and dependable-"

"And when you're feeling low I bring booze?" Auggie interrupted and chuckled. Why did Auggie say this? Somehow it reminded her of something.

"I wasn't going to say that, but now that you mention it… Did you bring me some booze, Cujo?" She teased. All she received as answer was Auggie's laugh.

"What's so funny, mister?" Annie questioned, trying to figure out why everything felt so familiar.

A smile still spread over his face Auggie answered seriously. "We had the almost same conversation when you were on a mission. You compared me with a saint Bernard."

"Can you tell me about them?" Annie asked. When she saw the puzzled look Auggie gave her, she explained. "About the missions. Danielle is great telling me about my childhood and Thursday night dinners and her set ups and everything, but she can't tell me anything about my job. And it seems like work keeps me busy 24/7."

"Yeah, working at the Agency can be a free time killer. But we are keeping the world a little saver and you're good at what you do." Auggie started to tell Annie about her missions, the people from work, their sparring, the late evenings at Allen's Tavern, everything but the fact that he left her for Parker.

"Sounds like we have quite some fun." Annie said after Auggie finished.

"Yeah we do have some fun together." He replied after a moment of considering telling her about everything that happened the last few days. He didn't tell her. Auggie knew he had to tell Annie about Parker someday, but he didn't need to ruin everything right now, did he?

Annie fell silent after his statement and seemed to be thinking. What was she thinking about? Did she start to remember anything particular? After a few minutes of silence, Auggie asked. "Did you fall asleep over there?"

Auggie was pretty sure Annie wasn't sleeping. Her breathing was still a little too fast. He gently squeezed her hand. "Annie, you ok?"

Annie looked down at their clutched hands and then looked back into Auggie's sightless eyes. She saw concern, worry and… fear?

"I…" She started, but she barely recognized her own voice. It was excessively weak and quiet. Auggie leant slightly towards her and titled his head to hear her better. Annie took a deep breath and started again. "I… I don't know but… I think I loved you."

There she said it. She finally named the feeling that was bothering her since Auggie entered her room. Love. Now that she said it aloud, a weight was lifted off her shoulders. She felt much better now. She felt freer.

When Annie looked at his face, she saw something she couldn't quite place. What was it? Confusion? Surprise? Annie decided it had to be something in the middle.

"You loved me?" Auggie questioned. Did Annie just tell him she was in love with him? Or did he start to hear things that weren't really there? No, she said it. He was sure she did. Hope lit up in him, maybe his feelings weren't one sided. She said she loves him. No, something wasn't right. Annie said loved, past tense. Not loves. Did he miss his chance with her?

"Yes, I… I think I do. Did. Whatever. I… Auggie, I don't know."

Auggie heard a rustle he couldn't place. It sounded like some sort of fabric. Annie was moving. What was she doing? She had to rest.

"Annie? You should lay still. What are you doing?"

First she didn't answer him, but then he got an answer he never expected. He felt Annie's lips gently touching his own. She was kissing him! His mind was racing. Without realizing what he was doing he kissed her back, hesitantly at first. He didn't want to hurt her after all. But the feeling of her soft lips under his sent his mind into overdrive. The kiss became more passionate soon. Too soon she pulled away to catch a breath. He reached out his hand, softly stroking her cheek.

"Wow. That was pretty good." She said after a few seconds.

He mindlessly nodded. "Yeah, wow describes it pretty good." Why was it so hard to think of a halfway smart sentence? "Annie? I think I need to tell you something."

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