AN: Shucks, this is a baby chapter. Oh, well. Enjoy.
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My eyes slowly opened, and I realized that I was safely lying in a bed. My body felt like I had been tossed down a cliff.
Then a thought registered in my head: I could remember. I remembered Murdock, Hannibal, and B.A. I could remember all of our missions, all of our memories.
I could remember.
I slowly climbed out of bed, feeling inward knives pierce my stomach, but nothing could deter my enthusiasm. I stumbled around the house, until I reached the kitchen, where the rest of the Team were eating breakfast.
Hannibal's gaze jerked up to me, his face registering surprise. "Face? What're you doing out of bed?"
I smiled widely. "I can remember. Guys, I can remember!"
Grins grew on the guys' faces and they jumped over to pat me on the back (or, in Murdock's case, hug me).
"Hungry?" Murdock finally asked.
"I'm starved!" I said, sitting down at the table. Murdock fried eggs and ham, then served me. I loved every minute, because I could remember. Everything.
"I love it when a plan comes together," Hannibal said at last, and I knew we were all thinking the same thing.
The End
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Ok, I know the ending is clichéd, but we're all happy, right?
Thank you all for reading/reviewing my story. It's wonderful to be noticed.
-InsaneRedneck007