A/N: I own nothing. I hope you all like this story. The short version has 8 chapters, but if you all like it enough, I can post a longer version - or just extend this one. Eventually, I'll post the dark version - lots of angst in that one.

One week later

Tommy sat at his desk in his den trying to grade papers. In frustration, he pulled his glasses off and tossed them on his desk. He had a feeling the students would need a serious review on this material before the test on Tuesday. Just then, the phone rang. Grateful for the interruption, he reached for the phone.

"Dr. Oliver."

"I've told you a hundred times that is no way to answer your home phone, bro."

Tommy smiled. "Hey, bro. When did you guys get back from your honeymoon?"

"Just now."

"And you missed me so much you just had to call? How sweet." Tommy's voice dripped honey.

"Didn't have a choice. My loving wife wanted me to call and see if you were still mad about the teasing you got at the reception."

Tommy's smile dimmed. He had tried hard to forget the night of the reception - and the morning after, but it was hard to do. At odd times, he would have a partial memory of that lost night flash across his mind.

"Bro?" Jason's voice brought him back to the present.

"Nah. Everything's cool, I guess."

"You guess?" Tommy could hear the curiosity in the other man's voice. "What do you mean?"

Tommy sighed. "I kinda did something stupid."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Tommy told Jason what he could about the morning after the reception. "And now my memory is trying to come back, but all I want to do is forget it. It was totally out of character for me to act like that. I don't know what I was thinking."

The silence on the other end of the line stretched out so long that Tommy started to wonder if Jason had hung up. 'Not that I'd blame him.' "Um, Jase?"

"I'm here. If you really want to know, I don't think you were thinking at all."

"Thanks, bro. Just what I needed to hear."

Jason laughed. "Let me finish! It sounds to me like you were living for a change - going on an impulse. Granted, you were loaded, but it seems to me it was just what you needed. Have you thought about seeing her again?"

"No. After the way I acted, I can't imagine she'd want to see me again. Besides, Alexis said -"

"Who?"

"Alexis."

Silence. "Tommy, I don't remember there being anyone named Alexis on the guest list. And Billy, Trini, Kim and I went over them pretty thoroughly before the wedding."

"Oh wonderful! So she came with someone else and left with me? Not good."

"No, you misunderstand. When we sent out the invites, there were only half a dozen or a dozen people who were invited to bring guests. Most of them were women. There was you and, like, three other guys. To the best of my knowledge, none of the guys brought a date. What's her last name?"

"I - I have no idea."

"That helps. What did she look like?"

"Average" Tommy could only come up with one other word. "Medium."

"That's not much help, bro."

"I'm telling you, this girl was the definition of average and medium. Medium brown hair, medium length, medium height -"

"Yeah, yeah, I get the picture. How about this? Next weekend, Billy and Trini are coming over to look at the proofs from the photographer. Why don't you come out and look at them and see if you see her? If we have to, we can ask around and find out who she is."

"Yeah, that might work. Wait a minute! What difference does it make? I'm trying to forget that whole damn night, not find her again."

"Maybe if you can get to the bottom of the mystery, you'll be able to forget it. And, by the way, don't fight the memories. Remember as much as you can so you can get past it."

"If I wanted to talk to a counselor, I would have talked to Kim."

Jason laughed again. "No, you wouldn't have. You're afraid that she might have made too much out of it or slugged you for it."

"Too true" Tommy sighed again. "Okay, Jase. Evil notwithstanding, I'll be there next weekend."

"Cool. See you then."

The two men said their goodbyes and hung up. Tommy looked at the phone thoughtfully. Jason had a point. Fighting his memories was doing him no good. Suddenly, he stood up and strode out of the room.

Two hours later

Tommy stood slowly, blew out the candles and turned on the lights. The meditation had helped. Now that night was, for the most part, filled in. There were still a few holes. He remembered meeting her at the reception, dancing with her, going back to her house and what followed. He had to admit, the sex had been mind blowing. Just remembering it had made him hard. Somewhere along the line, he realized that she had never told him her name - at least as far as he could tell. He was slightly irritated that she had implied that he had forgotten. Soon enough, he'd know who she was and could start to forget. He frowned. He still had the feeling that he was missing something pretty important, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. He hoped he'd figure it out soon.