Author's Note: Sorry! I know it has been forever since I have updated. Some complicated stuff has been going on in my life lately, but I have not forgotten you.

Now, I am sure you have all seen the finale by now. Clearly, some things have changed in the show since I started writing this. Unfortunately, it would not fit with my story, so I will be rewriting history a little. For instance, in my story, it is obvious that Zoe never found out how Wade felt. There is some stuff involving Lemon and Zoe's relationship that I will have to do different but I cannot tell you yet because I do not want to spoil what is coming. I will try to stay as true to what actually happened as I can. If you are confused about a difference, please feel free to ask. I love answering queries.

Thank you to all who reviewed, and I am so sorry I kept you waiting for so long. Without further ado …

Chapter Seven

"Would you calm down Tucker?" Wade said nonchalantly. He was sitting on the couch tuning his guitar when George had stormed in needing to talk. That was twenty minutes ago, and unfortunately, the conversation was far from finished.

"How can I calm down? My fiancé is askin' if you two ever dated! She's goin' on about vibes and special connections."

"Tucker, relax, okay, you ain't got nothin' to worry about."

"Look, I'm not diggin' into you. I know that you would never do anything, but if she can't remember this, if she falls for someone else … I lost my last fiancé to a good friend, and I never thought I'd recover, and then there was Zoe. I can't lose her too."

Wade sighed, "Well, don't worry, you won't. What she's feelin', it ain't real. It means nothin', trust me."

"How do you know?"

"You ain't the only one who noticed it. She said somethin' to me, too, and I was concerned, so I went to see her doctor in New York. You ever heard of transference, George?"

George nodded, "Yeah. Yeah I have. But I thought that was more of a therapist/patient thing."

Wade cringed. Of course George would be more up on medical terms. He was, after all, engaged to a doctor. "Yeah, well, it's also for amnesia patients. And I was around her a lot when she first woke up … per your request, if I recall-"

"Relax Wade, I ain't blamin' ya."

"Yeah. I know. Anyway, here," Wade tossed him a book, "I got some material on the subject. It should help explain it better 'an I can."

George sat on a bench in the middle of town, looking through the books Wade gave him. He took a deep breath, then let it out.

"Hey." George turned.

"Hi Addie." He said to the nurse. He attempted a smile, but it did not quite reach his eyes.

"We sure miss Zoe down at the practice. Brick's too stubborn to admit it, but he cannot handle it all by himself." George chuckled, "So, how's she been doin'?"

George shook his head, "She's … doin' the best she can, considerin'."

"And you? How you been doin'?"

George exhaled again, "You know, I still remember the first time I met Zoe. I was drivin' my truck, and she was walking down the road with her sad-lookin' little suitcase, I pulled over to ask if she needed a ride. You know what she said to me?" Addie shook her head, " she said, 'Thank you, but I have a strong policy against strangers chopping me up into a million pieces.' " George chuckled, "that was her, honest, witty, and slightly cynical. She spoke her mind. I mean, she didn't always think it through, and sometimes she'd regret it, but she always said what she thought, and she always had something important and quippy to say." He shook his head, "Right in that moment, I knew there was somethin' different about her. Somethin' special. She had this quality. This way of being cynical an' a ray of hope at the same time. The more I got to know her, the more she surprised me. Everytime I thought I had her figured out…" he shook his head, "She can't remember any of it. What she means to me. What I meant to her. All those little moments when we connected. Our first date. The first time we were alone together. All those times I knew that she was the one. Even when I tried to fight it, on a count a I was still with Lemon, even thought I would never do anything, and I tried to convince myself it was just 'cause she reminded me of New York. But I could never shake her from my mind. Her stubbornness. Her determination. Her slightly neurotic behavior. He taste in movies and restaurants. Her hunger for life. The way she used to look at me, with those eyes, that smile." He shook his head again, "Now, when she looks at me, its like, she looks at me, but she doesn't see me. She doesn't see how much I care about her. Its killin' me, all this pretendin' where just friends. I mean, I get it. It would be a shock to her system. Its just, I can't lose her." Addie nodded sympathetically, "you know, you really got that bedside manner thing down."

Addie smiled, "I know it's got to be hell. When I think of my husband, what I would do if her ever forgot me, and all our memories, I would probably go out of my mind. But you and Zoe have been through a lot. You'll pull through this. You just got to give her time. I saw her fall in love with you; pretty much from the day I met her she was fallin'. It won't take her long to remember those feelings. You just got to give her opportunities to remember."

When Lemon saw the little blonde head walk into her dad's practice, she had not been able to believe her eyes. She had been waiting for her dad to finish up so they could go to lunch. As the minutes passed, her only thoughts were hoping he would be quick because she could only avoid Dr. Hart for so long. Lemon had her pride, but she could not bear to see the judgment in Zoe Hart's eyes. Zoe had found out about her and Lavon, and what was worse, she had to do the noble thing and not tell George. Why should she be the bigger person? Zoe had been nothing but a pain ever since she got to Bluebell, and now she had this power over Lemon. Now, Lemon was in her debt. She hated being indebted to people, which is part of why what she did next was something she would never have expected of herself.

"Well, hello there. How can I help you?"

The girl smiled awkwardly, "I'm, um, looking for the doctor. I don't live around hear exactly, but I'm from nearby. Is he in?"

The girl started to look over Lemon's shoulder.

"No," Lemon said so quickly that she startled herself. The girl looked at her curiously, "I mean, he's out, but you can see Dr. Hart is you'd like. This way." She led the girl to Zoe's office.

"Dr. Hart!" Lemon called as she knocked, attempting to sound composed.

Zoe opened the door cautiously. "Lemon?" then she looked at the girl. She could not have been any older than fourteen.

"Dr. Hart, this girl is in need of some assistance."

"Lemon?" Lavon's voice broke through her reverie. She had been looking out the window, thinking back to that faithful week when Zoe and her had found a common ground and begun to travel down the road to lifelong friendship.

"Hm?"

"You coming to bed?"

Lemon shook her head. She was not ready to head to bed just now. Heading to bed with Lavon had been a little awkward lately. The tests were still coming up negative even thought they were doing everything right, and now, whenever her and Lavon were together she could not help but think about it. Then he would notice that her heart was not in it, and she knew he was not either. They were both thinking about the same thing. So they would stop, and fall to sleep next to each other. Lemon knew they needed to talk about what it might mean, but somehow, that made it real, and she was scared. She wished so badly that she could talk to Zoe about all of this, as a doctor, a woman, and a friend. Of course, that was not an option right now.

George had been working for hours. He just hoped he had done enough. When he knocked on the door, he saw Zoe sitting on her bed, looking through more pictures. She smiled at him, and he returned with his own.

"You have very white teeth, you know that?"

"Well, that is certainly an interesting greeting." George said with a chuckle.

Zoe blushed awkwardly, "Sorry, I just noticed. You have a nice smile. I probably should have said that instead."

George shook his head, "No, the teeth thing was better. It's just like you, speaking your mind without a thought to how it sounds."

"Well, nice to know

I was gutsy in my former life."

George sat down on the bed across from her, "It's not former. It's just hiding out, but things will start coming back to you." he picked up her hand and stroked it comfortingly. Zoe felt an oddly familiar tingle that she could not place, "I promise."

"Thanks George. You're a really great friend." She thought she saw him wince, but then he was back to normal, smiling that great big smile of his.

"Listen, I got a surprise for you." He ushered her to the main house, where he had set up an old projector. The room smelled like popcorn, and Zoe looked around to see a huge tub of the stuff smothered in butter. She knew she was a doctor, and she knew that was not healthy, but it smelled great. There were cans of soda, and boxes of candy, and two chairs set up.

"Wow!" Zoe said, looking at George, stunned.

"I thought you might enjoy a double feature. Annie Hall, and Manhattan. "

Zoe smiled "Allen and Keaton. Can't go wrong with that. I've never seen one of theirs that I did not love." It slipped of her mouth without her even realizing it. George stared at her, his mouth gaping a little. Then, she realized what she said. "Oh my god! I love Woody Allen films! I remember that! Those are my favorite films! I remember my favorite films!" Zoe started jumping up and down. She felt giddy. It was a strange thing to get excited about, but she could not help it. She promised herself right then that she would never again forget the amazing chemistry of Woody Allen and Diane Keaton.

Author's Note: I apologize for the lack of Wade in this chapter, but do not fret, more will come.