A/N: The next chapter to Faded is finally here. Sorry, I've been distracted, busy, and not to mention just had no idea what to write for this chapter. Now I do! I'm also listening to Distant Memories, a song from the Time Hollow game. I love the soundtrack, and the game. But the song fits, right?

Faded

Episode 5: I'm a Detective?

When Jimmy woke up, not feeling as tired anymore, the pain in his head also gone, there weren't very many people in the room. He definitely hadn't expected that nice Rachel girl to still be there. She was resting in a chair right by his bed, sound asleep. Two other unfamiliar people were in the room, but Jimmy knew he knew them somehow. One was a beautiful woman (not as pretty as the nice Rachel girl) with long, light brown hair, sleeping in a chair. Next to her was a man around the same age as her with short dark hair, also asleep.

Who were they all? He hated not remembering anything. He didn't even remember before he had fallen asleep, just those three faces. Where was the bald guy? Okay, not completely bald guy, but still...

The doctors and nurses had yet to ask why Booker and Vivian Kudo were in the room. It wasn't like the boy was their son. They didn't find it strange yet, save for the fact that they had stayed most of the night. Maybe they were just visiting a distant relative or something. Even though visiting hours were long over, most of the nurses just let them stay. They weren't causing a disturbance of any kind, and maybe they could possibly help the poor boy remember. Just about every nurse in the hospital, at least on the floor he was on, was talking about the kid with no memory, his new nickname. Stories about how he might have lost his memory were coming up quite fast. After all, when working in a hospital during the night shift what more was there to talk about?

He sat up in his bed, and this seemed to have stirred Rachel out of her sleep. She rubbed at her eyes tiredly, and Jimmy watched her, his heart feeling strange when she did that. Just as her eyes opened up fully and noticed he was awake however, his own eyes widened.

An image popped into his head. It was too blurry to really see...a roller coaster...some sort of amusement park? And the pretty Rachel girl! She was walking with some older guy that he couldn't quite make out, just a green jacket...when he suddenly rushed off, waving at her before disappearing into a nearby alley. He knew it was the Rachel girl, she was wearing a nice blue jacket. But the guy with her... he had no idea. He couldn't even see his face.

"Jimmy? Jimmy!" Rachel frowned, shaking him gently by the shoulders. He was looking straight ahead at the wall, eyes wide and in some sort of daze that was starting to worry her. When his eyes returned to normal, his head snapped back over to her.

"Jimmy, are you alright?" she whispered, voice growing soft. Booker and Vivian were still asleep, she hadn't been loud enough to wake them. "What...just happened?"

"Who was at the amusement park with you?" he asked, looking over at her, startling her.

"What?"

"I just saw an image...it was kind of blurry..." he said, holding his head in his hand. "I saw you in a nice blew jacket and a roller coaster... you were with some guy I could barely see... and then he ran off into an alley."

He saw her eyes instantly sadden. "Jimmy....that guy was you."

His eyes widened. "Huh...?"

Rachel smiled softly at him. "That was the last time I saw you as...you."

"But that guy had to be at least seventeen!" he blinked several times. "I'm only seven! Right?" He knew things that other children his age shouldn't however. Things that weren't his memories, just everyday stuff. Like the lethal dose of potassium or sodium cyanide is 200 to 300 mg. How his mind knew that he had no idea. It was definitely not something he learned in school.

Rachel gently took his small hand into hers. "I don't know what happened. But it seems somehow you've shrunken down to the body of a seven year old, with your seventeen year old mind still in tact ... minus all your memories, of course. Is there anything you remember at all about that night? The amusement park?"

"I don't remember anything about it... I don't even remember that image...that -guy-...I sort of remember feeling like my bones were going to melt, that I felt was on fire I was so hot, and that I thought I was going to die for sure. But I don't remember how I got that feeling, where I was when it happened....anything."

Rachel frowned at him having to go through such a pain. Maybe that's what caused him to forget? No, it had something to do with the blow to his head, right? No one knew what had caused it, but Jimmy guessed it was something big, long, and heavy. How he knew that, he also had no idea.

"Rachel....why do I know stuff I know every seven year old kid shouldn't?" he asked, and she blinked, startled out of her thoughts. Looking over at him, she asked, "What do you mean?"

"I have stuff in my head that I know, not anything of my memories, just stuff some people should know. Like the lethal dose of potassium cyanide, how to set up a locked room /murder/..."

She smiled. At least he still had the detective part of his mind. She doubted he'd be the same if that had gone along with his memories. "That's because you're...you were a detective before that night. Detectives are supposed to know all that kind of stuff."

Jimmy looked at her, eyes widening and a small grin forming on his face. "Really? I was a detective?" He didn't remember that, but it definitely would explain knowing these things.

"Yeah. People called you the Modern Holmes around here, or Detective of the East," Rachel said thoughtfully. "You had a few names."

"I was -that- good?"

She laughed softly at hearing that and patted the top of his head, watching as he pouted. "Yes, you were. Though I did get a little annoyed by all your fans and the fact than when were together you talked about nothing but Holmes and all the /great/ things he did."

He could tell just by her voice she had been annoyed by that. But he didn't remember. All he had to go on was that image, and Rachel's word.

He was going to remember. Then get his original body back.

When Booker and Vivian woke up once more, they found Rachel and Jimmy asleep still, or maybe they had woken up earlier. But what surprised them was the difference in positions. The chair Rachel had been sleeping in was empty, but only because she had moved into the bed beside Jimmy, who had snuggled in closer to her sometime during his sleep, being careful of the IV of course.

The tired, worried parents shared a knowing look before eventually falling asleep once again.

A/N: The scene in the second last paragraph would be so kawaii in fanart! But no one's ever drawn anything for my stories before...oh well. I do see some awesome fanart done for other DC stories, though.

Also, chapters if I can get inspired, might be a little quicker now but not as quick as they had been. I have to be in the mood to update anything. Look at my profile for some new stuff too! I removed some stories, and put up ideas for new ones, and put up a little more info.