So, um, yeah... sorry this chapter is late. But I have a legit reason. You see, in my dorm at college, we didn't have internet for the past week, and I only got it just now (literally five minutes ago), so that's why my update for this story is late. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT or any of the characters. Chris Nova belongs to Solaris Prime. Amy and Gage are mine.

Amelia stared down at her hands in frustration. She felt so helpless now. It wasn't something she was used to. When she was a child and a teenager growing up with Master Splinter and her brothers, she was always tough and fearless. She had always learned how to take care of herself, even though her brothers had a habit of stepping in to help her anyway. But that was beside the point. The point was: she was never entirely helpless. She could fight, and she did fight.

But now… she didn't know how to fight it, or even what she was fighting. She just felt so confused, not being able to remember all of her past. What had happened in the past two years? She felt like there was still so much more she needed to remember. Or was that just what she thought because she couldn't explicitly recall two years worth of memories? Her gaze shifted from her hands to Dr. Fogg—now that she remembered who the hell he was—and he seemed to understand her frustration.

"Talk to me, Amy," he said gently. Although he knew the root of her frustration, Dr. Fogg liked for her to talk about her emotions. Amy had gathered that after her first meeting with him after the E.C.T.

"I'm just so confused, and my mind is still a mess, and what's left to be remembered is anybody's guess at this point. I don't even know what it is that I don't know!" she yelled, only to sigh in exasperation. "I'm sure something's missing; I wish it would show."

"It will come to you in time. You just need to take things slowly and allow your memories to return naturally."

"That's just it! You tell me to take it slow, and I do. But how I do, I don't even know!"

Jonas Fogg hummed in thought as he stared across the room at his flustered patient. Amelia had been coming to him for nearly a month now after her electroshock treatment. It seemed to work as far as ridding her of her hallucinations of her deceased brother, but had added to her confusion. She now felt as though she didn't know who she was anymore. Jonas knew that could be remedied with time spent with her family, but Amelia was an impatient woman. It must have been hard for her to wait like this, he knew.

"Have you been talking with your family? Or your fiancée?" he asked. Amelia nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course, I have. They've been helping me remember what happened in the past year. I met Gage when he protected me from some thugs. Of course, I was annoyed at him at first because I didn't want to be the damsel in distress, but we eventually got over that. And I finally remember our first date! I accidentally ate turtle soup! I hurled so much on the way home!" She shuddered.

Amelia could remember the time her brothers spent as human, as surreal and dream-like as that seemed. It had taken a good amount of time for those memories to return to her, but once they did, they were a shock. Who would've thought her brothers could have been turned human? At times, she still didn't believe it herself. Then Don would take out the pictures to prove it to her. She'd met Gage during that time, when her brothers were human. And he'd accepted them even after they were returned to the turtle bodies she was accustomed to. It still amazed her, really, that she'd been able to find the one man who would accept her family… and who was the one Foot Ninja to be on their side.

"Does the puzzle come together, piece by piece and row by row?"

"I don't know! I don't know where the fucking pieces go!" She sighed heavily again. "On my dresser yesterday, I found Chris' old blades. The ones that we made together. He wouldn't have just left those behind. My brothers tried telling me that Chris gave them to me, but I'm not sure I believe it. I still don't remember the last time I ever saw Chris." Jonas hummed in thought again.

"Have you and your family talked of your depression?" he asked. Amy nodded. "Your delusions?" Another nod. "And the death of your brother?" She started to nod again, but stopped short. Her eyes were wide with horror.

"What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Dr. Fogg glanced away for the first time.

"I think you need to talk with your family."

Amy walked home alone in a daze. She couldn't believe what she'd heard from Dr. Fogg. Chris was… dead? But how could that be possible? Her brothers had told her that he moved and—she shook her head. Her brothers had obviously been lying to her. And just how much did Mona and Gage know, she wondered. Had they been lying to her this whole time as well? She sighed heavily through her teeth as she ran her hands through her hair in frustration.

As she walked, she cut through Central Park and found herself following a path that felt familiar to her. Of course, she'd know the pathways of the park, having lived in the city all her life, but this felt different. Her feet seemed to be taking her through a footpath in a dream. Most of her lost memories felt like this, and she decided to follow where her body was leading her. If nothing else, it might give her more answers. When her feet finally brought her to a lone granite stone in the middle of a wooded area of the park, Amy could feel dread weighing heavily on her heart. She knelt before the stone and carefully read the inscription on the stone. A second time. A third. On the fourth time rereading the name and two dates carved into the slab, she covered her mouth to suppress a sob.

"Oh God," she whispered hoarsely. "How could I ever forget?"

Amy rested a hand on the memorial stone as images flashed through her mind. Chris had protected her from the Shredder. He'd stood before Oblivion and sacrificed his own life to save hers. All because… all because he loved her. A shudder rippled through Amy's body as she remembered his final words to her before disappearing into that terrifying void. He'd apologized to her… Of all things he could have said, he'd told her he was sorry.

And then there was the time he'd rescued her once more, just over a year ago. She'd been captured by Bishop, who'd teamed up with Stockman. It was when her brothers were still human, she remembered. Chris had come and unlocked her shackles. And he'd told her he'd missed her just as much as she missed him. And then, just when she'd asked if she'd ever see him again, he'd disappeared into the darkness. She'd wondered if he was just a phantom, but she was holding his other blade, the one that had gone into Oblivion with him. The same blades that were sitting on top of her dresser in the apartment now.

Amy could remember seeing Chris numerous times after that, and those sightings had been the reason her family had insisted she see Dr. Fogg in the first place. She'd been convinced that she was losing her mind. Perhaps she really was, and was only now remembering why again. But, God, how could she forget Chris? How could she forget how he disappeared from her life? Amy made a resolution with herself in that moment. She was going to cling to the memory of his death just as tightly as she did to the memory of when she found him alone in an alley all those years ago.

"That day that I lost you, it's as clear as the day that we met," she whispered, sobbing softly once more. "How could I ever forget it?"

So, personally, I loved writing this chapter. Just, giving Amy that moment of "Oh my God" was just so much fun to work with. So... yeah... please R&R.