Disclaimer: I do not own National Treasure, just Elizabeth and this particular plot idea.
Chapter Six
Sorry it's so short!
"So, what does that mean? I mean, is Elizabeth alive or... not." Ben asked.
"It means that we've located Ian's hideout and we're going to see if maybe he has her there. Once we've apprehended him, we'll look for clues as to Elizabeth's fat." Agent Sadusky said.
Riley nodded his head. 'Just hold on a little longer Elizabeth...'
Blue eyes fluttered open to gaze upon a lofty ceiling. The young woman sat up in bed and looked around curiously. She wasn't sure where she was but she felt at peace. Slipping out from under the covers, she drifted over to the bay windows to look out upon the ocean.
"I feel like I should be doing something... I wonder..." she mused aloud.
She drifted back over to the bed and sat down. Something was off: everything before she woke up was a hazy blur. Panic began to weigh down heavily upon her chest. She couldn't remember: she couldn't remember anything before she had woken up this morning.
She was so wrapped up in her panic that she didn't hear anyone come into the room until said person was right in front of her.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She looked up in fright, who was this person?
"I... don't know. I can't remember anything..." she whispered, not making eye contact. Suddenly, an icy grip clutched her heart. What if this man was very special to her? And she didn't remember him! She felt a hand gently grasp her chin and made her look up into his eyes. She squirmed uncomfortably under his penetrating gaze.
"So you don't remember anything?" he asked softly, looking hurt.
She averted her eyes. "I-I'm sorry." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Hey, look at me." he murmured. She slowly brought her eyes up to his. "It'll be okay. I'll fill in the gaps, alright?"
She nodded her head and shyly smiled at him. He smiled back and wrapped his arms around her. She fell into his chest but made no protest. He shifted them both, so now he was seated on the bed and she was sitting in his lap against his chest. He began to stroke her hair.
"Do you remember your name or mine?" he asked softly.
She bit her lip. "No." she whispered sadly.
"Well then, I'll tell you: my name is Ian Howe. You're name is Elizabeth Chase, and you're my fiancée."