First, this chapter was so much fun to write! Why it's here early. Secondly, I only have a chapter or two left of this fic, although I do have a sequel planned. Due to this, and as a thank you to you guys, I'm going to do something a little different. Any questions you want to ask the characters, or any special scenes/scenarios you'd like to see, I might write up as additions to this. - Not The Milk

Waking up might have been the hardest thing she'd ever done, but she wasn't sure. She couldn't remember anything beyond her name, and she was in a brightly lit room that she felt sure she'd never been in before. Annamore raised her head, which started it pounding. Reflexively, she tried to move her arm to check the pounding, only to find her arm was attached to tubes. She winced, putting the arm down.

Something was horribly wrong, and she wished she knew what it was. She lay underneath a blanket that was far too thin for the temperature of the room. "Hello?" She said quietly in the direction of the door. After a minute, a frumpy looking woman walked in and smiled cheerfully at her. "You're awake! Wonderful! How do you feel, hon?"

"You can see me?" The words came out of her mouth of their own volition, confusing both her and the nurse.

"Of course. Is that unusual? Can you tell us what happened to you? Or who you are?" The lady asked, sitting down on a rolling stool and wielding a clipboard and pen.

"I think my name is Annamore." She felt she may as well answer the easy question first. "I was hoping someone else could tell me what happened to me. I have a killer headache and no memory beyond waking up a few minutes ago."

The nurse's face fell. "I'm sorry, hon. We know you were attacked, and who did it, but we can't figure out much else. You took a rock to the head and you weren't carrying ID. You do have some interesting scars, though. You must have gotten into all kinds of trouble when younger."

"And apparently, I still am." Annamore glanced out the window, as if expecting answers to fly in. "So what happens to me?"

"You'll be taken care of, don't worry. Now try to rest."

"What?!" Jack shouted, waving his hands in front of Annamore. They'd known she was human now, since people could see her, but they hadn't expected her not to be able to see them when she woke up. "Come on, Cupid! Remember!"

"Jack!" Tooth admonished, waving a hand towards Sandy. "I think we are all unhappy about this, but yelling's not going to solve anything."

The hospital room was crowded with Guardians, and everyone looked distraught. They were happy that Annamore was alive, but she was cut off from them and alone now. Jack winced realizing Sandy had the worse part of the bargain. "I'm so sorry, buddy." He put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "We'll do everything we can to get her to remember, I promise. She's one of us, after all."

The Sandman nodded, still looking rather miserable. He sat down on the stool that had been abandoned by the nurse and watched as Annamore lay her head back down on her pillow. The others left, one by one, with promises to return again. Now alone with her, he scooted the stool closer to the bed and rested a hand on her cheek sadly, knowing she couldn't feel it. Eventually he sprinkled a little sand on her and, after a little searching through the room, found another blanket to put on her before leaving.

When she woke up for the second time, the nurse removed the IV from her arm and let her up to stretch her legs, cautioning her not to overdo it. She wandered over to a mirror and looked at her reflection. A large patch had been shaved from her head, showing a stitched up wound that was obviously the cause of her amnesia. She noted how long the rest of her hair was in comparison, and decided that the patch was regretful.

After a couple days in the hospital, Annamore was discharged with a clean bill of health. Due to the fact that she had no memories and no ID, and no one had come to claim her, despite her face being plastered on the news, she was talked to repeatedly by therapists and police. She was starting to get annoyed with them, wondering what part of 'I don't remember' they didn't get. When finally satisfied that she wasn't lying, she was taken to stay with an older couple while they figured out what to do with her from there.

Every morning when Annamore awoke, she felt like her dreams had been wonderful, but she could never remember details of them. It was incredibly aggravating to her; she was sure the dreams were keyed into her memories.

Just as odd, was her difficulty with stairs and heights. She loved being as high as she could, and had no idea why. But going back down was hard, as she felt she was supposed to be able to just jump down, no matter how high she was. Another big problem she was having was that her back felt bare, no matter what she was wearing.

She'd developed a friendship with the woman, and started helping her out in the garden. Between the two of them, they discovered that it was something Annamore was naturally skilled in. "I'm pretty sure I've done all this before." She explained to the woman as she cut squash from the vines, placing them in a basket. "I already know what to do."

After a week, she started noticing odd things happening around her. "Hey, Mary?" She asked, holding up a tomato. "Is this supposed to be frozen solid?"

"What? It's too warm for that. There's not even been a frost yet. Let me see." The older woman said, reaching for the fruit. "That's odd. It is frozen. Are you playing a trick on me?" She looked over her glasses at Annamore.

"Nope. I swear that's how it was when I picked it." The woman shrugged and let it be.

After a few weeks living with the family, she was offered a chance to go to a college. She jumped on the offer, because although she felt a little sad to be leaving the couple, she didn't want to be a burden for them. They had their own lives to live, and she wanted to try as many things as she could in hopes of jogging her memory.

On arrival, she was placed into a dorm room of psychology students. The person showing her around smiled. "We decided it couldn't hurt to let you be their homework. Hope you don't mind."

"Uh, not at all, I guess." She waved to them nervously.

The first week or so was incredibly odd for Annamore. Her gut instinct told her that she'd never been in school before, sitting at a desk felt completely foreign to her.

Her room mates were odd too, but not in a bad way. At first, she was rather nervous around them, especially since they kept asking her questions with their notebooks out. "What am I, extra credit?" was the joke that would bounce around the room once she felt herself on friendly terms with them.

She was having to take multiple basic classes to start, and one class relating to basic garden care since she enjoyed that. She'd opted to try for an agriculture science degree, since she seemed to have an aptitude for plants.

The garden class, of course, was her favorite class, she preferred being outside, unhindered by walls, with a clear view of the sky. When stuck inside for too long she found herself getting nervous. She found some of the other classes to be nerve rackingly boring, but she paid attention enough that she was scraping by.

About two days after moving in, she found baskets of colorful eggs and candy hidden amongst her very few belongings. She pulled them out, confused, and asked her dorm mates about them. "Easter eggs? But it's nowhere near Easter!" One girl exclaimed, reaching for an egg.

"What are they for?" Annamore asked, confused.

"Eating, of course!" They showed her how to crack and peel the eggs, laughing cheerfully. "Hope no one poisoned these." One girl joked as she ate a chocolate. "I'm assuming you have a secret admirer, Anny."

"Yeah, like who?" She asked, distractedly studying the dyed pattern on an egg. It looked like it'd been hand painted, covered in gold moons and stars. Setting it down, she reached for another that had wonderfully intricate snowflakes in blue and white.

"The Easter Bunny, of course!" The girls laughed cheerfully at her confusion, and she let it slide.

A few days later, a few wrapped gifts appeared at the foot of her bed while she slept, they had tags with her name on them. Unquestioningly, she opened them to find a long white coat with red wings embroidered on the back, a golden toy plane, and a snow globe with a reindeer in it – the name on the base said "Cupid". The coat fit perfectly, and made her oddly happy. She waited till her friends were awake to show them the gifts.

One picked up a piece of the wrapping paper. "Christmas gifts? What are you, friends with Santa too?"

"Maybe? Who's Santa?" She asked curiously as she walked into the bathroom. "OK, what happened in here?!"

The others rushed to crowd the doorway, staring wide eyed at the pile of toothbrushes, toothpaste, and floss that appeared overnight. "You know, weird things like this didn't happen till you moved in here. I'm going to guess that stuff is meant for you."

The random appearances of things kept them entertained for the next couple of weeks – no one was complaining about free snacks, after all, and something about all of it made Annamore feel as if someone was secretly watching out for her.

"Maybe it's someone you knew, and they don't feel like they can reveal themselves to you right now. That's kind of romantic." One of the girls suggested, slipping into a daydream for a moment. "Why don't you go confront the guy who attacked you? He might be able to give you a clue."

"The police told me he just screams about being an immortal, and how he hates everything, and wants to kill me again. I can't see him being very helpful. The dude's obviously insane." Annamore shrugged. "I think he claimed neither of us is human, and anyways, how can you kill someone twice?"

One day, Annamore's garden teacher brought in one of her hens that had be injured in a fight with her flockmates, stating that if anyone wanted to take the time to fix her up, they could keep her temporarily. Her hand shot up, feeling an oddly large amount of pity for the beat up bird.

Her roommates didn't complain much, except when the hen woke them up in the middle of that first night by starting to squawk madly. "She's just making sure I'm still here." Annamore mumbled softly at them, as everyone put pillows over their ears. She slid to the floor, sat next to the cage the hen was in, and opened the door. Reaching into the cage, she slid her hand up under the hen's wing and gently scratched the feathers, singing softly.

"Go to sleep my little bird, you are safe here in my home. Here there's nothing that can harm you, here bad things cannot come. Go to sleep my little bird, I will keep you in my nest. Bad dreams cannot touch you, so you will find perfect rest." She wasn't sure where the song came from, but the hen had stretched her wing out happily for the scratches, and was falling forward with her eyes closed in sleep. Closing the door, Annamore put a towel over the cage and climbed back into bed happily, wondering if that song was part of her memories.

A few more weeks went by, and things kept getting weirder for her. She'd feel someone's eyes on her when no one was there, or walk up to a puddle to have it freeze solidly when it was seventy degrees out. She even found large animal footprints that, when she tried to identify them online, looked like Bigfoot's. She often found herself dreaming of flying, which was nice, although it made giving the hen back to her teacher a little more bittersweet.

"Jamie!" Jack shouted excitedly at North, jumping up from a work bench. He'd joined North that evening to work on designing some toys out of ice, but his brilliant idea killed all thoughts of work.

"What? What about Jamie?" North asked, confused, as he put down his chisel.

"He can see us! And he can talk to her! How did I not see this before?!" Jack started hopping up and down, his hands on his head. "Sorry North, I will let you know how it went!" He ran out of the room, shouting cheerfully as he went.

"Good luck?" North told the retreating figure with a quiet chuckle.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Annamore woke up, her mind muddled with sleep. She'd thought she'd heard someone tapping on the window, but they were on the fourth floor, that'd be impossible. She rolled over and closed her eyes again.

Taptaptap!

It was more insistent this time. She rolled out of bed, noting that everyone else was still sound asleep. She stalked towards the window and pulled the curtain away, letting in the light of the moon. A kid was floating outside of it, and he waved at her with a grin. She closed the curtain again and turned back around.

Taptaptaptaptap!

She sighed and opened the curtain again, glowering at the kid, before opening the window. He climbed into the room and promptly hugged her, startling her. "Cupid! Jack told me what happened to you!"

"I… Uh…" She stared down at the kid who was hugging her. "Who are you?"

"I'm Jamie! We met at the before Easter party, remember? You flew my sister around Bunny's place!" His face fell slightly. "Jack said you'd forgotten everyone."

"Who's everyone? Who's Jack?" She sat down on her bed, believing she was dreaming. After all, a kid can't fly in through a window.

"You know, Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, the Sandman, and of course Jack Frost!" He pointed next to him.

"But aren't they just fairy tales?" She asked him, confused. Then it started snowing in her dorm room.

"Jack says 'What do you mean, just a fairy tale!?'" Jamie smiled cheerfully, waving his hands through the air to try to catch a snow flake.

"If he's here, why can't I see him?" She stared at the snow with wide eyes before pulling her mystery jacket on over her pajamas.

"You have to believe in them to see them. The Guardian's, I mean. Jack's one of them." The kid looked back at her seriously, forgetting the snow. "And you might not have seen him, but you saw me flying, and I can't fly. Jack was carrying me."

She closed her eyes to think for a moment, realizing that something about what the boy was saying seemed true. Jack Frost. Thinking that name, she opened her eyes again, to see a white haired teenager with a staff standing next to Jamie. She jumped slightly.

"Anny, can you see me?" He asked, smiling brilliantly at her. She nodded, speechless.

"YES!" He grabbed her hand and dragged her out the window. "Jamie, I'll be back for you in a few minutes, OK?!"

"What are you doing?" She stared at Jack as he carried her across the night sky.

"I'm dropping you off with a friend who's wanted to see you again for a long time." He pointed ahead. "You see that golden cloud over there?"

"No." She strained her eyes to see what he was pointing at.

"Easy fix. Believe in the Sandman, and you better be fast about it." He smirked at her.

"Why?" She had a bad feeling about this.

"This is why." He tossed her into the air. "Sandy, catch!"

"Fine, I believe!" She yelped as she started falling, arms flailing uselessly against gravity. The next moment she found herself caught in the arms of a shocked looking man wearing gold clothes that appeared to be made of sand. "… Hello." She said meekly, trying to extract herself from his arms. "You must be the San-" It was her turn to be shocked as the Sandman pulled her into a kiss.

When he released her, she sat down on the cloud and covered her head for a moment to hide her embarrassment. "Let me guess… Boyfriend?"

"Oh, forgot to mention that. Sandy, she still doesn't remember us. I just got her to believe in us. You'll have to drop her back at her room later, Sandy. I need to go return Jamie before his parents realize he's missing. Anny, have fun!" She looked back up in time to give a withering glare to Jack's back as he flew off, before looking back at Sandy.

"I'm still not positive I'm not dreaming, you know." She told him. He just smiled and ruffled her hair happily.