A/N: Angela's past is going to become more clear his chapter. I'm thinking next chapter will be the last and lead up/cliffy for the third in this series. Read, review, and enjoy!!

Chapter 15: Thanks For the Memories

Angela held tight on the shock stick she still had in her hand as she pulled the coffee table over in front of Bobby, who was pushing himself off the floor. She sat down and spun the stick around. "Let's have a chat brother, yeah?" Angela put on her fake British accent. Bobby glared at her with scornful eyes. "I'll take that as your yes. I want to know some things. And don't worry, I know you know." Angela shook the stick in front of him. "So why don't you tell me why I don't remember my childhood."

Bobby continued his glare towards her. "What makes you believe I know that?"

Angela leaned into his face. "Because you're a high up Paladin. Remember that break in a while back at the base in Mexico? Guess who did that." Angela grinned as he looked at her in shock.

"We couldn't figure out who did that. How did you-?" he was in utter amazement.

She shook her head and put a finger to her lips. "Never tell my secrets. Now tell me what I want to know or I'll force it out of you," she demanded as she jabbed the air with the stick.

Bobby flinched back. "You're first jump was when you were five. I was nine, and Jill was just born. We were outside playing and climbing trees. You tried to follow me, slipped, and before we knew it you were running to mom." His face twisted with disgust. "She didn't know what to do, so she offered you for testing. You don't remember anything because they erased you memory. They tried to turn you into a weapon, a great Paladin warrior. But you started wondering why they were doing what they did; instead of listening like a good little girl," he grinned deviously. "So they erased your memories to a point, suppressed them. Haven't you ever remembered how to fight at the spur of the moment?" he asked.

Angela clenched her jaw and shocked him in the neck. "You're monsters!" she shouted.

Bobby was flat on his back, breathing heavily and craning his neck to look at her. "Then that makes two of us, little Angie."

Angela went to shock him again and someone grabbed her arm. She looked over her shoulder and saw Griffin, restraining her from shocking him. "You don't want to do this Ang," he said calmly. David jumped next to her and knelt down, checking Bobby's pulse. David looked up at Griffin with a concerned look. "You don't wanna be the one to kill him."

Angela pulled her arm from Griffin's grasp and turned to face him. "Yes I do. I have to. We can't let him live anyways."

Griffin sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. "Fine," he pulled a compact knife from his pocket, popped it open, and handed it to Angela. "Do it."

Angela took the knife and David got up, taking a step back. Angela walked around to Bobby's head. She kneeled down and hesitantly held moved the knife over his head. 'I can't do this. I can't.' Angela sighed and looked at Griffin, putting the knife down next to her. Her eyes shouted for Griffin to help.

He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Told yeh." He moved forward and grabbed his ankles. "David, get the other end." David nodded and they disappeared from Angela's sight.

She fell back into a sitting position on the floor, letting out a breath she was holding. Just as soon as they disappeared, they were back. David said something to Griffin and jumped again. Griffin walked over to Angela and sat down aside of her. "I thought I could do it," Angela said quietly.

Griffin put an arm around her shoulders and leaned her on him. "It's alright." He kissed her forehead and asked, "Why don't we get home?" Angela nodded and he jumped them away.

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(Griffin POV)

'Shocking, but I feel really bad for her.' Griffin was deep in thought as he sat on the couch in the living room, staring at the black television screen. When they got home, he helped Angela to bed and tried to do some research on a Paladin cell in Rome, which led to him thinking about Angela even more. Griffin could see Angela's face on every picture of Paladins he had looked at and just kept thinking, 'It's my fault. I killed her family.' There was guilt in his chest that was heavy and as much as he tried to apologize to Angela, it never got better. He sighed, stretching up towards the ceiling as he stood. Griffin totally gave up on his weak thought process and walked into the bedroom. He watched the slow movement of Angela's chest rising and falling as he pulled his shoes off. Griffin made a small smile, noticing Angela curled up into a ball on her side of the bed, still fully dressed and wearing his jacket. She gripped the sleeves of the leather jacket, looking as if someone would steal it from her. He held bit back a laugh and crawled in next to her slowly, wrapping his arms around her carefully.

The minute he was comfortable, holding her in his arms; Angela rolled, now facing him and snuggling up to him. "Thank you…Griffin," she mumbled with a smile.

He kissed the tip of Angela's nose, then her lips lightly and said, "Welcome love."

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(Angela POV)

Angela rubbed her forehead as she began to wake. Her sleep was restless because every time she dreamed, it was of her in a Paladin lab with her mother hovering around her with a shock stick. She sat up, moving Griffin's arm off of her stomach, and curled up against him. Griffin shifted next to her and she heard him say, "Angela," in a low voice.

His tone sent shivers down her spine and she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry I woke you."

His shook his head once. "You didn't. I couldn't sleep. I was uh, worried about yeh," his voice trailed off as he spoke.

Angela smiled and hugged him. "Well thanks Griff." She pushed off him lightly and sat up. "So what did you do with him?"

"Who?" Griffin asked. His face was confused, but shortly it went to surprised. "Oh, him. Well, me an' David dropped him in Cuba," he sat sitting up, and looking away from Angela.

Angela gave him a knowing glare. "Shark pit?"

Griffin did a head nod and tilt. "Yeah."

'At least I didn't have to.' "Kay," she gave him a kiss and slid off the bed.

"Where yeh goin'?" he asked her.

"Some work," Angela told him as she pulled off the leather jacket, laying it gently on the bed, and changing into her Linkin Park band tee. Griffin went for his jacket but Angela swiped it away. "Uh uh. I'm still wearing this, babe." She put the jacket back on and walked out of the room, headed towards her study.