[Author's Note: Quick reminder. Kurt = 22 and Emery = 19]

Emery had not appreciated it when Dr. McCoy and Logan had lifted her onto the stretcher. She'd appreciated it even less when Dr. McCoy prodded at her ribs to prove that they were broken, again. The Doctor had also discovered that she had a short-term memory loss. This just meant that anything between the first time her body created an atomic light explosion, and the time just an hour or two ago, was totally wiped clean from her memory. Of course, there were a few fragments. She just was struggling to piece them together.

The first time she had done that, was senior year in high school. She'd had a particularly rough day at school and let her emotions get the best of her. There was always taunting and jabbing; there was even things that were thrown at her and mean pranks pulled on her. The reason she'd gotten worked up was that, that day, Chet had decided to join in the prick-school's fun. He'd participated in a paint and garbage throwing spree that lasted several class periods. Eventually her emotions had spiraled out of control and she had subconsciously created a bubble of plasma around her. This then continued to expand. The teacher thought quickly and pulled the fire alarm, forcing everyone to leave the school. Emery stayed in her seat, oblivious to everything around her, stuck inside her little bubble. When the bubble exploded, it took out a good chunk of the building and sent shrapnel flying. Several people were injured. Chet was one of them.

"Why don't you open your eyes Emery?" Dr. McCoy encouraged.

"I'd prefer not to."

"What are you afraid of?"

Emery didn't answer.

"Kurt and I are the only ones in here. You may not remember us, but you were very close to Kurt. In fact, it's safe to say he was the only one we were sure you trusted. You and I became close associates over the course of the last few weeks with your broken ribs in their healing process, which you will be starting all over again."

"Vhy can't I just get the Professor and have him dig up her memories?" Kurt complained.

"Perhaps, given time, she can recover them all on her own."

"It vould be faster to..."

"Yes I know," Dr. McCoy cut Kurt off. "But Emery could use some time to heal her physical wounds. Give her mental ones time to heal as well."

"I don't think I particularly want them back," Emery murmured, but both of them heard.

"Vhy not?" Kurt asked.

"It doesn't feel like there are very many good memories missing."

"That's because you can't remember them."

"No. They feel like bad memories. I don't want them."

"Then perhaps, this is fate's way of giving you a clean slate."

"I am not okay vith this!" Kurt complained. "I'm going to get the Professor."

"The procedure Kurt would like me to do involves you letting me into your brain and bringing the missing span of time to the forefront of your mind. This will not only bring back your memories and get rid of your amnesia, but it will also force you to remember everything that has happened as if you are reliving it. Is that what you want?" the Professor asked.

"No."

"Emery, please. Let the Professor."

"I don't want him in my brain. I don't think I want to remember these memories."

"Professor, can't you do it anyway? I don't want her to forget even the little things that happened... with us."

"Us?"

"Perhaps Kurt and you should have a long discussion on the series of events that has happened since we discovered you with Cerebo. Then once you have a better understanding, I will ask you again if you want your memories back. If you still do not want them, then you, Kurt, are just going to have to live with that. It is her choice. Fair?"

"Fair," Kurt grumbled.

"We will leave the two of you alone then. Come, Dr. McCoy. Let's go attend the dinner that Ororo has made for us this evening."

"Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea," Dr. McCoy agreed and the two exited the room.

"You don't remember me?" Kurt asked softly.

"No."

"Not who I am? Not my voice? Not my mind?"

"No."

"Then how about the physical me. Look at me."

"I don't want to open my eyes."

"Then look in my brain. I'll look in the mirror."

"I suppose that would be fine."

"It will be fine. You've been in my mind dozens of times before."

Kurt walked over to the mirror and looked at himself in it. Emery slid into his mind, surprisingly without any restrictions. She had been here before. She'd left all of his barriers sealed with her own seal. No one would be able to read his mind but her. She'd laid claim on this guy's brain. Why? Why had she done something like that? What about him made her want him to herself?

When she looked at him through his own eyes, she saw his eyes. His beautiful yellow cat-like eyes, a bit like her green ones.

'You are going to have to look at yourself so that I can see how you look other than your eyes,' she spoke softly in his head.

He let his eyes travel from his head, to his ears, to his teeth, down to his hands, then further to his tail, and lastly all the way down to his feet. He did so to emphasize how he was different.

She took in the sight of him. He was so familiar. So. So. Familiar. There was something about him he just could not help but thinking: mine.

'Yours?' he asked, half confused, have amused.

'I... I don't know why. Don't pay attention to impulsive, irrational thinking."

'I like the sound of that. Although, I'd prefer if it were the other way around.'

'I belong to no one.'

'So you say. So you think. But your body knows differently.'

'What are you talking about?'

'Dig through my memories. Refresh yours. See how well we got along. See how you panicked when I asked you to be my mate. See how you reacted, how you felt under me when I bit into you for the first time.'

As he thought this to her, he remembered it, and she saw it. She saw it clearly, felt it clearly as if she were him. Felt herself, and felt everything as he had.

'And you submitted. To me, easily. Our primal, animal-mutant blood kicked in and established a mating bond between us. You are mine and I am yours. Whether you want to remember it or not, I do. And I'm not about to give up on you, because you think your memories are full of bad things. Maybe they are. I don't know. I'm not you. But, this is nonsense.'

'I... I... I don't know. I...'

And that's when Kurt did it. He exposed his feelings of love for her, to her. He thought of how he felt a few hours ago when her powers exploded. He let her feel how he felt when there was a chance that the explosion had killed her. He couldn't stop the feelings from bubbling to the surface again, this time presenting themselves to her.

Emery instantly withdrew from his mind. That wasn't possible. How? Why? Someone loved her? Kurtloved her? He was her mate. She could feel it. There was a familiar sensation running through her body: a warm energy practically screaming that she was in love with him as well.

But there was no way this was possible. So there was no way she was going to let it be known.

"Emery please." Kurt sat down on the bed next to her and leaned in close. "Remember. Be Mine. Please?"

And he leaned close enough to sink his teeth into her neck, as gently as he could. And that, is when all her memories came flooding back.

[Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! I found some free time suddenly and decided to update. The way the story is going, there will be an ending (not anytime soon) but there will also be a second addition to this story which will mostly involve Kurt and Emery and their relationship. The second addition will likely be rated M for frequent sexual interactions. So eventually when this story gets that far, if you do not want to read that part of the story, well, don't read the second addition. Kay? Kay. ^-^ This one will have an ending, so don't worry about me leaving anything out. I'll try to write again this weekend when I have free time again. Have a good night! (Or day if you're reading this during the day.)]