Troy woke up in a hospital bed, looking around the room. Had it all been a dream? Had he dreamt that Julian had come and taken Gabriella away from him. Once his eyes focused on the room around him, he realized he was the one who was the patient in the hospital bed, not Gabriella.

"Jesus! Thank God, man! You're awake!"

Troy looked over to see Chad standing and coming closer to him.

"What the hell happened?"

Troy shook his head, but finding quickly that it was a huge mistake. His head was pounding, but he couldn't let that stop him. He started pushing at the sheet and found the more he did the dizzier he got.

"Damn it! I have to get to Gabriella!" He stumbled as he got out of the bed and Chad reached out to brace him.

"Hey, man. You sure you're feeling up to this? You wouldn't be here if what happened didn't warrant you here..." He shook his head. Who was he kidding? If it was Taylor, Chad wouldn't let anything stop him. "Ok, but if you fall, I'm gonna laugh at your ass," he laughed anyway, handing Troy his pants.

Troy was glad he stopped trying to talk him out of what hewas doing because he was about to tell him to fuck off and mind his business. However, he was nice enough to drop it and hand Troy his pants, so he refrained.

"Thanks."

Troy pulled his jeans on, tossing the hospital gown and tugging the IV out of my arm. "Jesus, Mary! That hurt like a bitch!"

"Where are we going?" Chad asked, handing Troy his shirt.

"De Aquila has Gabriella."

"What do you mean De Aquila has Pepper? Weren't you supposed to be taking her home today?"

Troy stood up straight and took a few deep breaths. "He came to the hospital. Took her and left. We got in a fight and he managed to get away with her. I hate that rotten son of a bitch. I hope he dies and birds eat his eyes."

The nurses' station had been alerted when Troy pulled his IV out and a nurse came running in. "What are you doing? You can't be out of bed."

Troy turned, facing the nurse. "I don't care. I have to get Gabriella. I'm leaving."

She grabbed his arm. "Please, you need to rest!"

Troy shook my head, making him even dizzier.

"You have a concussion! Please!"

Troy swayed slightly, gripping onto Chad's arm. "No... Lily... Chad... I have to get her." He felt sick to his stomach and struggled to stay up.

"If you care about him at all you'll get him back in bed!" the nurse snapped at Chad. At least, that's what Troy thought she said. He was starting to black out.

Chad would have helped him get out of there even if hadn't passed out on him. He lifted Troy into his arms without another thought about it. I knew if he came to and they weren't out looking for Pepper, he'd kill him.

"No. We're leaving. Arrest me if you want, but we're leaving!"

Chad had gone straight to his car and left the hospital. He didn't care if the hospital stopped him. He knew what Troy wanted, and he was going to do it for him. He made a quick call to find out where De Aquila lived. It took a little convincing, but the cheerleader finally gave him the information. Chad knew who to get a hold of if he ever needed anything. Cheerleaders had loose lips.

He pulled the car up to the curb and looked over at Troy who was coming to. "Hey, man. I found out where the fucker lives. You ok to go in? Or should I go kick the motherfucker's ass?"

"No," Troy said, taking a few deep breaths. "You stay here. This is my fight. Not yours."

Troy pushed the door open. The outside air helped to keep him from getting lightheaded again. He shut the door and headed toward the building. However, the doorman stopped him. Troy told the man he needed to see Julian. Esteban told Troy he wasn't there.

"What do you mean he's not here? Where the fuck is he?"

Esteban knew he shouldn't tell, but Julian was long gone. "He left for the airport."

Troy's eyes widened. He should have thought about that first. Without another word, he turned and ran back to Chad's car. "Head toward the airport! Fast!"

Chad shifted gears, heading toward the turnpike for JFK. It was the closest airport. Sure, De Aquila could have gone to LaGuardia, but it was farther away than JFK. Chad was sure he'd want to get out of the city as quickly as possible.

"Look, man. We're going to get her back. We will."

"Good, because if we don't, I'll die."

Troy meant that. More than Chad would understand. It was one thing to be distanced because our hearts hurting over lies, but it was a whole other ballgame to know someone was keeping her from him.

When they got to the airport, they told us the jet had already taken off and that by law they weren't allowed to say where. Troy felt my heart sink and tears blurred his eyes. He was going to do everything he could to get her back. He'd start by hiring a private detective to look into where they went. Till then, Troy had to go home and rest before he passed out again. He told Chad to take him home so he could hug his baby girl. Without her, he wouldn't know what to do without his Lily.

It took almost 5 hours to get to their destination, but by the time they did, Julian collapsed in bed, and thanked God the sedative the doctor had given Ella had kept her asleep. The next morning, he decided to visit the island doctor just to make sure his arm was okay and then headed back to their hut to see if Ella was up. They had vacationed here before and bought this hut on the secluded beach. It was their place and Julian was sure it was the best place for him to keep her from Bolton.

When he saw that Ella was still asleep, he hopped in the shower. When he was finished, he got dressed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. After the eggs, toast and bacon was made, Julian headed back into the bedroom to wake up Ella. He slid under the covers, taking her in his arms and kissed her bare shoulder, whispering to her.

"Ella, my beautiful girl."

He knew she wouldn't have any idea how she ended up in nothing, but he planned on revealing it all when she asked. She'd believe him, he knew she would. She stirred, expecting to see Troy when she opened her eyes, but when she did, Julian was there. She smiled up at him. For a moment, she had forgotten all about him and what had happened yesterday. She remembered he had come to the hospital yesterday, but it was everything after that that she didn't remember.

"Good morning, Julius." She smiled a little more for him, looking around. "Where are we? Is this our place?" She really didn't remember anything, so maybe they were home, she just didn't know why she didn't remember anything after he came to pick me up. "It's pretty." She smiled at him again, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Julian cleared my throat slightly. "Julius..." he said slowly, his shoulders tensing only slightly. He had to remember that it was hard for her to remember stuff and give her a chance to process things, even if it pissed him off. "And no, this isn't our place in L.A. After the drama after we left the hospital, I decided to bring us to Hawaii. We've been talking about visiting our old hut for a while and here we are. And you helped design this place so of course it's as beautiful as you."

He smiled, sliding out of the bed. and grabbing the bag of clothes off the floor. He handed them to her. "Here, to change into. You can shower and come eat if you want. And before you ask, the reason your naked under there is because you begged me to take your clothes off. You were very hot, at least that's what you kept mumbling half asleep. I hope you aren't upset with me. I really was only trying to help. Take your shower and meet me for breakfast and I'll answer any questions you have." He leaned down kissing her cheek and pulled away smiling.

Gabriella nodded. "Thank you, Julian. I'll shower and be out soon."

She didn't even think about what he had said about being naked until he said something. She pulled the sheet up a little, taking it and the bag with her as she got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. Usually, she would ask Troy or Taylor to help her, but neither of them were here. Gabriella felt like she should be back home, but if she was marrying Julian, this was her home, with him. She didn't know what to think about what he had told her about Troy and all of them, but he seemed to be honest and that he really had missed me.

She showered, closing my eyes as she started to hum a tune. She didn't know the lyrics... or did she? Gabriella softly hummed before the lyrics started to come from her lips. "Is there someone you know, you're loving them so, but taking them all for granted? You may lose them one day, someone takes them away and they don't hear the words you long to say..."

She closed her eyes and finished showering. For some reason, she felt as though she was singing about Troy, but she couldn't remember any more of the song. Finishing her shower, she got dressed and headed toward the main area of the hut, seeing Julian at the table.

"What's to eat?"

"Eggs, bacon and toast."

Julian stood, pulling her chair out and smiled brightly. "That sun dress looks perfect on you." It really did. The red was a wonderful color on her. He pushed her seat in when she sat down and sat a cup of coffee down in front of her. "Some coffee too. Just how you like it." He kissed the top of her head and sat down beside her. "I even cut up fresh fruit for you too."

Gabirella smiled, leaning over the table to smell the coffee. It smelt good. Sitting back up straight, she picked up her napkin and laid it over her lap, picking up her fork. "It looked nice, so I just put it on. And the food looks good too. Thank you."

"No need for thank yous. I like helping you. But, you are welcome." Julian smiled, taking a bite of my eggs and wiping his mouth. "Would you like to go for a walk after breakfast? Or maybe a swim? Or would you like to talk about the past some more?"

Gabriella shook her head softly. "I don't think I am up for swimming, but perhaps a walk. Are we close to the beach? I'd really like to feel the sand in my toes and listen to the waves. Did I like that before?"

"You loved it. And we're so close, if you listen really closely you can hear the water lapping against the sand. The beach is right outside." Julian smiled brightly, taking another bite.

She listened and could hear the waves. "That's so beautiful. Let's eat and then we can go for a walk. I really don't want to talk right now." She continued to eat. She was really missing Troy and Taylor. She was missing that adorable little girl Tori, but she had to keep telling herself that they didn't care about her and they were only trying to hurt and control her. She had to keep reminding myself.

Julian nodded softly, finishing up breakfast before taking their plates and putting them away. "Our walk?" he asked, holding a hand out to her.

She smiled, taking his hand as they left the hut and walked out into the morning air. It was so beautiful here. Troy had taken her for a few walks around the hospital in the last few weeks, but it wasn't like this. The air was so clear here. But she couldn't help but want Troy there instead.

"Tell me about when you asked me to marry you? You did, right? It wasn't me, was it?" She giggled slightly when they got down by the water. The waves felt good on her bare feet.

"Nope, all me." Julian said with a grin. "We went to the park near our penthouse. You love it there. Especially in the fall, you told me you love the color the leaves turn. Anyways, I set up this really nice picnic, we ate and I asked if you wanted to take a walk. You agreed. And when we got to the middle of the park a horse drawn carriage came up on us. We got in and as we were riding around the park I asked, you were scared at first, but I promised you I'd never hurt you and I'd always take care of you and you said yes and we kissed. That's where the picture in my wallet came from." He smiled, kissing her fingers. "We were so happy and I know we'll be that happy again."

Gabriella smiled softly, looking down at her hand in his. She had to move on. She had to forget about how Troy made her feel. He didn't have any stories to tell me like Julian did. Julian seemed to know her, and she had to accept that. It was just like what he said. She didn't want to think about them anymore.

"Sounds so romantic. I wish I could remember."

"Someday maybe you will." He stopped, turning so they could look out at the water. "We were going to get married here... and start our family here."

He looked down at her and she swallowed hard, looking up at him. "Family... like with children?" She felt a little uneasy to her stomach. "How many?"

She kind of felt a weird sort of sad twinge in her stomach. She had really thought Tori was her daughter, and he had told her that she wasn't. She wasn't sure if she wanted children, but she felt like she'd lost something she never had just the same.

"Two of each. Two boy. Two girls. And if we were lucky more than that."

In reality, they had never discussed kids, but Julian wasn't telling her that, not when he was going to make them work the best way he knew how. Marriage, kids, the whole nine yards.

"Does that scare you? The idea of us being a family, having kids, getting married?"

Gabriella nodded slowly, wincing slightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to... Is that a problem? I ... I wasn't scared before?"

"No, you were scared." Julian admitted, rubbing her shoulder. "But we learned to get past it together. Don't worry. I'm willing to work as long as needed to get you to trust me and to trust us as a family." He kissed her forehead and started walking again. "Can you think of anything you'd like to do? I mean I know you don't remember much... but..."

"I want to get to know you," she said timidly, smiling up at him. "I want to know me, and maybe if I get to know you, I'll feel more comfortable with me. Does that make sense?"

Julian smiled, chuckling softly. "It makes perfect sense!" He squeezed her hand slightly as they continued walking. "What would you like to know about little old me?"

Gabriella turned her hand slightly in his, lacing her fingers in his. At first it seemed like a good idea, but she didn't feel what she thought she'd feel. She and Troy had held hands like this in the past couple of weeks, and she didn't feel the same spark now as she did when she held Troy's hand, but she decided to push past it.

"Tell me where you're from. What your favorite things are. All that jazz."

"Well, I'm originally from New Jersey. My grandparents however come from Venezuela. My mother lived there before she moved here. Favorite things? Basketball, wine, salsa, dancing. Surprising I know. But I love dancing. And the beach. And the winter and hot cocoa together."

"If I'm feeling up to it, do you think you can take me dancing tonight? Do you think there's a club or something we can go to nearby?"

Julian smiled. He was making great progress, and before long, she'd be in his arms willingly, not just because she thinks she needs to be, but because she wants to be. "Anything you want, my beautiful girl."

She smiled and they continued to walk along the shoreline.