Lost Memories/Amnesia girl Chapter 29

Wow this story is about to outdo M.U.T.E.D. and Never Look Back which are my longest stories. WOO!

"Hello Dr. Fahne!" Amarante called out. Amarante really liked her and was surprised to learn that she was good friends with DaCosta. How come she didn't work for his commander? Yet commanders didn't care about friends and everything like that.

"Hello Amarante," Dr. Fahne chuckled as Amarante raced up to her. Amarante never had much to do since she was doing this testing. Amarante would commonly help out Dr. Fahne with whatever she needed.

"Have you seen DaCosta today?" Amarante asked sweetly. Fahne giggled softly, she would always ask that question, ever since she told Amarante that DaCosta and herself were good friends.

"No not yet, but I'll see him later," The doctor responded. Amarante giggled and smiled fiendishly, she liked teasing Dr. Fahne AND that she allowed her to.

"Is it a date?" Amarante asked in a tone very much like her late friend Aisha. Dr. Fahne took note of her tone so she could write it down later.

"No no…WE don't like each other and that sort of way," Fahne said waving the thought away with her hand. Amarante frowned…she liked them together. They'd be so cute, and DaCosta would learn how to relax. He was always so uptight and Amarante hated that.

"I wonder how Amarante's doing…" Mu muttered. He didn't notice that he was speaking his thoughts. Murrue looked up at her good friend wondering what and who he was talking about. Was there another in the picture that Murrue didn't know about?

"Amarante?" his lovely Murrue asked. Mu perked up realizing that he was talking out loud. He gave a sheepish grin reminiscing about the sweet little girl he got to know.

"Huh? Oh she's my little cousin. She's much like our Kira," Mu chuckled. He could see little Amarante crying at a drop of the hat about anything and everything. Yet she was slightly stronger than Kira…at least that's what Mu believed.

"Oh? So how old is the little girl?" Murrue asked lovingly. Aw…She must be so cute and small. I wonder what Mu is like with little kids…he's probably wonderful with them, Murrue thought looking over at the man she had grown to love.

"Well she's not that "little" anymore. She's about 15 now," Mu chuckled hesitantly. Murrue just giggled softly seeing the man become slightly embarrassed. Going through his locker he found a different picture of the girl that he did not show Kira. This time it was Halloween and she was around the age of nine pretending to be a Southern Belle. It was a white and green dress and Mu was standing behind her pointing at the camera so she'd look at it. Murrue was surprised to see Amarante's dark skin.

"Wow…she's beautiful," Murrue replied. Yet Mu saw the uneasiness and confusion in her face. Mu always saw this in the faces of several people when he was with the girl.

"I know what you're thinking. She's defiantly my cousin. Her great grandmother is my great aunt. I mean great great aunt…I guess you could say it like that," Mu replied.

"She is a very beautiful girl," Murrue replied and this time she really meant it. She was very curious at what Amarante looked like now.

"Yeah. The sweet little thing didn't have a nice family though. Whenever I went home I took care of her. So I came home for Halloween and I took her trick-or-treating. Many people were confused about our relationship. Some people thought I was a pedophile," Mu laughed. He could still remember their faces but he could also remember how they treated her which he hated.

"So where is she now?" Murrue asked. It seemed like Mu and Amarante were very close. It was probably painful knowing that he couldn't see her for a while.

"I'm not sure. Last time I heard from her was when she was 14. In a letter she told me she was going to the PLANTs to study at an all girls' school," Mu began, "I wrote a letter to her father but until we get on dry ground I won't be able to send it."

"Where did you live?" Murrue asked. Now she was getting confused. Why would his cousin be going to the PLANTs? Mu chuckled at her confused face but he loved the woman.

"Canada. I must have forgot to mention that she's a first generation coordinator. She and her twin lived kind of close by. Most people didn't even know they were Coordinators. They were home schooled and they were taught VERY well. Heck, I think she's smarter than me," Mu replied with a light hearted tone. Murrue smiled at her loving the time she was with her man.

"Where's her twin?" Murrue asked looking over the picture. She gently brushed the girl's face smiling at how happy the two of them looked.

"We weren't as close…As we speak she is in the Atlantic Federation. They never cared about coordinators being among them. I hope that her twin won't be sent into space to destroy the PLANTs and hopefully the war won't get to that point," Mu said seriously. He didn't want to mass murder any coordinators they were all human no matter what they were like.

"Huh?" Murrue replied.

"Don't worry about it. Say have you eaten anything yet?" Mu said quickly changing the subject. He laughed nervously scratching the back of his head. Murrue just let out a chuckle before nodding in agreement.

"So how is she doing?" DaCosta asked Dr. Fahne. She was looking at the MRI pictures of Amarante's brain seeing if everything was in working order. He placed a hand on her shoulder staring at the images of her brain.

"Great. She seems to be normal. Since it's been a little over 6 weeks I'm going to change her diagnosis from PTA, post traumatic amnesia to retrograde amnesia. Retrograde Amnesia is when the patient cannot remember events that occurred before developing amnesia. Today we are going to put her in a mobile suit simulator so we can see if she remembers it. Dinner later?" Fahne replied. DaCosta was caught off by the last statement. He blushed very quickly but he regained his composure quickly.

"Unfortunately I can't tonight Commander Waltfeld has me doing paper work. Perhaps tomorrow. Oh and the reason why I came here. You have new orders," DaCosta said placing a pack of papers on her desk. Wow…Even Commander Waltfeld has ME doing a lot of work…Fahne thought with a slight chuckle before becoming serious.

"Oh? Did I do something wrong?" Fahne asked. In one of his more playful moments he gave her a soft thump on the nose.

"No, you'll be transferred to the new battle ship Eternal. We'll be working together again," DaCosta replied. He smiled at her and Fahne just giggled to herself. Maybe Commander Waltfeld is right…maybe we do like each other but I highly doubt it will amount to anything, Dr. Fahne thought.

"I'm glad to hear that. Just curious, the little thing that follows Amarante around when she's off duty. What is that?" Fahne asked.

"It's a robot a friend of hers created for her. It barks and wags its tail and follows her around so she won't be lonely. Its name is Pompom. If I don't get back now Commander Waltfeld is going to have one of his playful fits of rage. Well Fritzi, I'll see you later," DaCosta said giving her a salute. Fahne returned the salute getting out of her chair. They shared a friendly hug before departing.

Amarante put on her flight suit that had been custom tailored by some guy, Andrew something. It was kind of creepy that the guy would do something like that, especially since she didn't know him. According to DaCosta her other uniform was ruined. Yet why would a guy who never knew her give her a flight suit.

"DTC?" Amarante mumbled seeing it inscribed on her new helmet. What did that mean? Why am I so confused? Amarante thought. She left the room heading down the hall. There was no gravity in this area and she was becoming better and better at floating around. She made her way to the hangar putting on her helmet. Closing the glass she went into the air lock before proceeding to a GINN. Getting into the cockpit she turned it on and closed the hatch. She then proceeded to the launching area where she finally left the PLANT. Inside an observation room Dr. Fahne watched Amarante's every move carefully.

"She's doing great so far. Let's see how she fairs against the drones," Dr. Fahne replied pressing a button on the observation desk. Outside Amarante toyed around with the machine making it do loops and barrel rolls. Huh? Amarante thought feeling a sensation go through her mind. Pulling back on the throttle Amarante avoided the attack from the drones.

"What was that?" Amarante thought aiming her machine gun at one of the small cylindrical devices. What was this odd sensation? For some reason she could remember something like this happening before.

"Can you hear me Amarante?" Dr. Fahne asked. Amarante perked up looking up at the small screen to see Dr. Fahne. She wasn't really sure why she was out here and why these things were attacking her.

"Of course," Amarante chimed. She was always so happy that Dr. Fahne couldn't resist smiling.

"Your mission is to destroy all drones," Dr. Fahne replied seriously. She immediately saw an instant change in Amarante. She was now a serious soldier unlike her carefree self. In so many ways she was just like Commander Waltfeld.

"Roger that," Amarante replied. After weeks of being unable to do anything, she was finally being useful. I have to lead them away from the PLANT. I don't want any possibility of hitting it, Amarante thought. In the observation desk the scientists and doctors monitored her brainwaves, heart, breathing and many other aspects of the mock battle.

"Where is she going?" One of the scientists said outloud.

"She's a good kid…She's leading them away so she won't damage the PLANT," a voice said from the door way. It was none other than Commander Andrew Waltfeld.

"The Desert Tiger," a doctor muttered astonished. The other people in the room also muttered the name as if the doctor created an echo. Waltfeld barely looked at the whispering doctors.

"Well Hello, hello," Waltfeld charmed walking into the room. He made a beeline for Dr. Fahne. She gave him a smile before saluting sternly. Fritzi Fahne was a doctor in the Z.A.F.T. military after all.

"Good to see you sir," Dr. Fahne told him.

"I'm glad to see you again, my fair lady. Has DaCosta proposed yet?" Waltfeld asked. Fahne chuckled lovingly, he was still quite the jokester. Right to the point with him…Oh Commander Waltfeld, Dr. Fahne thought.

"No, Amarante has been doing fine," Fahne replied pressing a few buttons. Aw but we're not talking about Amarante we're talking about your love life with DaCosta. I don't understand why that guy hasn't proposed, Waltfeld thought with a wicked smile. She brought up the mock battle on screen to show Amarante's former commanding officer what she had been up to. Using her machine gun Amarante laid down a barrage of bullets while keeping a steady view on all drones. Hm…the right leg's balance sensor's off! How come I didn't notice it before? Amarante thought. She let out a cry being attacked from behind by one of the drones. Her body slumped forward as Amarante tried to avoid it. This time she pulled out the key board trying to fix the balance sensor. Drone 2 and 4 encircled the girl firing shots from bellow and above. Amarante let out another cry noticing that she didn't have enough time to correct the balance sensor.

"I've gotta move…if not I'm just a sitting…" Amarante said to herself before her voice faded out. Her eyes got large and wide as she went into a small dazed trance.

Flashback

"You're worried about little dings and scratches?" a man called back amused. I gotta move…but where…Amarante thought knowing that she was a sitting duck. It was hard to escape but Amarante got an idea…create a dust cloud. Noticing that Kirkwood and Maylam were coming at her from two sides she aimed at the ground near her firing off several missiles.

"Being a coward eh Amarante? Hiding in the dust!" Maylam called out. Waltfeld held back on his attack. Using the keyboard she adjusted her thrust output so they could push her up instead of forward or back.

End Flashback

She shook the thoughts away but a name stuck in her head…Maylam… Who was Maylam? Why did his name make the hair on the back of her neck stand up? Angered at why she couldn't figure out these odd memories and thoughts she chucked her machine gun into an incoming drone before pulling out the GINN sword. She let out a battle cry charging the drone in front of her. Slicing it in half Amarante reversed the thrusters before flying away from the explosion.

"Ma'am…if she's hit one more time in the back…The machine will be paralyzed," a soldier told her. Dr. Fahne was about to contact Amarante but Waltfeld grabbed her hand. She and the other soldiers were so shocked at his gesture. His face was so serious before lightening up.

"Not to be cruel but I want to see how she fairs in this battle," Waltfeld replied. I'm glad that she's still my little Tiger Cub. Come on Cubby. Figure it out, Waltfeld thought as he released Fahne's hand. He watched the girl dodge the attacks and make other fancy maneuvers.

"Only 5 more," Amarante growled. She stabbed the one behind her before taking the malfunction unit and hurling it into an incoming drone. They exploded before Amarante increased her thrusters bolting to the nearest drone. Making a barrel roll she dodged the incoming missiles before cutting through the unit. Exploding behind her the last two drones formed an attack pattern. She instantly recognized that pattern from a previous fight…she even imagined them as BuCUEs.

Flashback

"Fight me…Kirkwood, Maylam attack pattern Delta," a man ordered slightly amused but then again serious and deadly.

"I've only learned up to Beta…I have to stay calm," Amarante muttered as the high speed machines began to swarm her.

End Flash Back

"Huh?" Amarante gasped feeling that strange sensation again. It gave her quick memory blips of what was going to happen…faster than her computer. Making a loop most of the missiles exploded upon hitting the others, but a few stragglers continued to follow Amarante. Increasing her thrusters to the maximum the soldier flew past the remaining two drones the missiles plowing into one. Turning around Amarante held her breath as she tossed her sword into the remaining one. Besides Commander Waltfeld everyone was shocked at the fierceness the sweet girl showed.

"Great job," a soldier told her. "I've never seen anyone fight like this before." Amarante exhaled her held breath. Feeling the sweat on her face and seeing it float around her face she began to return. She took one look at the battlefield before letting out a sigh.

"Thanks," Amarante said out of breath. Waltfeld chuckled…she was an even better pilot in space than he had suspected. Did this amnesia help her piloting skills?

"Well thanks for letting me sit in on this meeting," Waltfeld said with a grin. He was anxious to see little Amarante. It has been so long since he saw her up and running.

"Anytime sir," Fahne said with a salute. She was the only military doctor in the observation deck so it felt odd saluting. He was in civilian clothes but he let it pass. Waltfeld had become and even more respected commander after losing his limb and eye. Slipping a piece of paper into her pocket he left to meet up with Amarante to see if she remembered him. The last time he had seen his little girl awake and well was over a month ago. His arm still ached but he knew that even though his physical wounds were bad her mental ones were worst. He'd rather lose a leg or an arm any day than to lose all of his precious memories. Making his way down to the hangar and the locker rooms he was surprised to see that Amarante was already dressed and heading his way.

"Hey! I got to watch you in the observation deck," Waltfeld called out to her. The girl perked up before becoming bashful. She looked down at the ground before looking at Commander Waltfeld.

"Thank you sir," Amarante replied. She wasn't sure if this guy was a soldier or not but she paused to chat with this man anyways. The way she looked at him told it all. Andy held a bitter sweet smile on his face. She didn't remember him. Even though she wasn't dead, he had lost Amarante along with Aisha. At his smile Amarante cocked her head trying to figure out what he was smiling about.

"You can call me Andy," Waltfeld said patting the girl on the shoulder. Amarante cocked her head even further before shrugging it off. She then stiffened remembering that she was in uniform.

"Okay, hello Andy. I'm sorry that you lost your arm," Amarante told him. She looked at him sadly before trying not to look so sad.

"Huh? It's alright. How are you feeling? I heard about your accident," Waltfeld replied. Amarante liked him, he was a very personable guy. He also seemed a little nosy…yet there were many nosy people who knew about her but she had no idea who they were. He also seemed so familiar but she had never seen him in her life.

"I'm feeling fine, but I get really large headaches sometimes," Amarante replied placing a hand on the back of her head.

"Aw, I'm sorry," Waltfeld replied. Amarante looked up her new acquaintance and he was looking down at her. The ways he was looking at her and the way he spoke to her made her feel suspicious. Waltfeld saw her signature suspicious look which made him smile.

Flashback (Waltfeld)

"What are you doing sir?" Amarante asked in a slightly demanding tone. He was sitting at his desk calmly but he had that wicked smile plastered on his face. She looked at him at a slant moving away from him. She crossed her arms and then stood her ground. She then began to glare at him, becoming even more suspicious.

"I'm not doing anything…but I think Aisha wants to do something with you," Waltfeld replied pointing behind the girl. Looking behind her Amarante let out a slight cry as Aisha grabbed the girl.

"I bought a pretty dress for you. Let's go try it on," Aisha cooed at her pulling the resistant girl along.

End Flashback

"Do I know you?" Amarante asked. She was almost positive that she knew him from somewhere. She continued to look at him with her suspicious glare.

"No, I'm just a friendly guy that watched you pilot a mobile suit," Waltfeld chuckled placing a hand on the top of Amarante's head. She squirmed slightly trying to get away from his grip. This all seemed very familiar. Why was he doing this? He let out a laugh before releasing the girl's head.

"Well I hope to see you again. I have to report back to Dr. Fahne," Amarante chimed. She shocked her own mind when her body wrapped her arm around Waltfeld's body. Amarante released him quickly before leaving just as fast. What are you doing idiot? You just can't go up to people and hug them! Amarante thought.