(AJ's POV)
"BRENDON!" Walking into the foyer, AJ wasted no time in summoning who was going to be the most helpful for the situation at hand.

Taking his time coming down the stairs, he smiled, "Boy, leave it to her to get me out of a meeting..."

"You could be a little faster. We've got problems." Adam added.

"What, too many bodies to carry in? Didn't get a clean getaway? Geez, you guys need to learn to hunt the right way..." the older vampire mused, stopping mid-sentence as his eyes widened the moment he saw Michael.

"He's..."

"Different, but still there. The wizards we dealt with before did some pretty heavy damage, he couldn't recognize Sisky or me when we first saw him. Think you'll be able to reverse some of the damage?"

Brendon sighed, "Yeah, it'll take some time, but it should be doable. I'm going to need William's help though."

She nodded, "No problem. I'll have him down here in ten seconds flat."

And with a smile, she took the stairs to his office two at a time, confident that everything would be okay.

As quietly as she could, AJ walked into William's office, not surprised to see him preoccupied with yet another stack of papers.

Debating if she could get away with what she was planning, she slipped behind his desk without him noticing, covering his eyes with her hands and kissing the top of his head, giggling.

"Guess who?" She asked, pulling her hands away, knowing he already knew it was her.

He sighed, taking off his glasses before dipping his head back on the edge of the chair to look up at her.

"Since when do you wear glasses? Vampires have perfect eyesight!"

He shrugged, "Never really thought about it. I think it's just because it's one of the few ways I can remind myself of my old life, I never wore them out, it was just for reading."

She nodded, "And I know you're busy, but...Adam and I have a bit of a problem. Don't worry, nobody's dead, well, yet, not that it's that bad. But-"

"Doll, you really have to learn to get straight to the point. You can learn to be eloquent without rambling as you often do." He pointed out as she had already turned to walk towards the door, "And...what sort of problem do you mean?"

She laughed nervously.

"You'll see."

(William's POV)
When he walked into the foyer from the stairwell, he didn't expect to hear one of the second in commands sounding so...irked.

"Adeline, you weren't kidding, we're in for alot more work than we thought. I can't even tell if he remember-" Brendon had started before William cut i, "If who remembers what? We all know ability wise that the one that knows how to deal with memories and such the most is me."

"It's Michael. Most of his memory is gone, must have been jinxed or charmed out of him or something by those wizards," Sisky reported from where he sat on the couch next to the Australian, who continued to look around the room as though he was confused.

William nodded in understanding before he knelt next to Brendon, who had been talking to Michael.

"How bad is it?"

"It's...a little worse than I would have thought those wizards capable of, but it's certainly fixable. Like you said, you have more abilities pertaining to present memory than I do, it's probably better you restore most of them and I can jump in and adjust where need be."

The elder Dandie nodded, reaching for Michael's hand, noticing how he flinched.

"I won't hurt you, Michael. You're with friends, I assure you. I'm going to help you, but in order to do that, I have to see your wrist. Would you let me bite you?"

He was quiet for a few seconds, trying to recognize who exactly was speaking to him. Noticing how the other vampires in the room seemed to look up and listen to him, Michael assumed this man was the leader of the coven, someone the girl had referred to as William.

Sensing he could trust him, Michael nodded, offering the man his wrist.

The minute William bit into Chislett's wrist, he knew what had happened.

And how dare they discreet one of his men, to the point where he couldn't recognize the people he'd spent two and a half centuries with!

Removing his fangs and wiping his mouth, William sighed.

"Brendon, this is an easy fix. Those charms aren't too complex, nor are they on the lethal side. Michael, I need you to look into my eyes and tell me if you still remember who I am."

He nodded, blue-green eyes finding deep brown. Suddenly, he felt like he didn't know anything except for the fact he was alive and wasn't in any immediate danger.

But then, from the back of his mind, there was a flashback. From back when he'd first moved to Chicago, of those cold, cold nights where he had to fight to not kill. Before had been rough – until the man in front of him had found him and allowed him to drink from him.

And then, a name, a pledge.

He coughed, breaking eye contact, managing a smile.

"Bloody hell. What happened to me? William, it's the second time in two centuries you've helped me out when no one cared to." Chislett said, looking around.

"Wrong. We all care." Another vampire added, but for the life of him, Michael couldn't remember who he was.

"Who are y-" he started to ask, but before he could finish asking, the brunette smiled, "Now stay still and keep your mouth shut, we've got a lot of restoration to do before you're even close to being back to normal."

"Brendon, just because he doesn't know you doesn't mean you can talk down to him," the blonde chastised, leaning against William, a slightly surprised expression gracing her features.

"And how often would I get this chance otherwise? I wouldn't. But I'll quit, assuming you're going to sit here and watch me the entire time."

"Well, I wasn't going to, but now that you mention it," two seconds later she was crossed legged on the floor, looking at him expectantly.

"Let's see how good of a mentalist you really are, then."

William laughed, Adeline would have no idea the true extent of the Vegas native's abilities. Sometimes he was just amazed at how easily she could be entertained by something, not that it took much.

"Just let me know when you think you've done enough work. I'll be in my office."

Adeline smiled, saying something under her breath, but he'd heard, "When aren't you?"

He turned, having had one foot on the stairs, hand on the bannister.

"Well, you likewise proved my point about the imprint, darling. When don't you want to be wrapped in my arms, shower or otherwise?" And with that he climbed the stairs, smirking.

"Uh..." She grappled, "Was that sarcasm? I'm not- he's never said anything like that before, I don't-"

"Well, I'd go take one if I were you. You just got told by someone almost three times your age, and was that a burn." Brendon replied, trying to not laugh at the picture before him, as AJ's face was priceless.

"Fine. I swear, I'll lock the office from the inside and climb out the window if it'll keep him from paperwork for a day. I mean, how much paperwork has he done in the past two centuries alone?"

"I wouldn't even know where to start - the vampiric treaties, the stuff from Chicago's government back when he was in the city congress, all the stuff now with the council of-"

"Council? God, please don't let it be like Twilight and that damned Volturi."

"It's not. More like Underworld, where there's certain elders that are awoken every few centuries. Except these elders are always awake, and William's no near close to being one. Compared to them, he's a newborn, like you are to us."

"Then how old are-"

"No one really knows. It's like Fight Club, the rules. Y'know, the first rule of Fight Club being you don't talk about Fight Club? Same thing here. We're not really supposed to talk about the elders, it just makes the whole thing seem uneasy. To think that there's others of our kind that control and discipline us is just not fun to think about. But I've said too much already, not that I even know that much myself. You know what, go talk to William about it, though I doubt he'd be willing to say anything on the subject."

She nodded, "But what about Michael? How long d'ya think it'll-"

"Hour and a half at most, with you not in the same room, forty-five or less. You're distracting."

"Am not!" she protested.

"Look at me." He grinned, already knowing his next move.

The second hazel eyes caught his, he focused, finding it rather easy to get into her head.

A minute later, she obeyed and walked up the stairs, leaving him to focus on restoring Michael's memory back to normal.