I'm amazed that I got this done! At least this soon! I wasn't expecting this until at LEAST Thursday, but this is what happens when I push myself! :D AMAZING! I'm so proud of myself!

Disclaimer: Might as well. IMAA is not mine.

RECAP!

Tony's vision was starting to go black. He could hardly see anything and he was starting to get light headed. He was about to kick his struggling leg out as best he could, just to see what would happen, but he never got the chance.

He was already falling.

He reached out to grab at the nonexistent hand. The hand that would have saved him, had it been there, but there was no hand. He was reaching for what was not there.

He closed his eyes, ready to accept that no one was going to save him, when a searing pain shot through his side. He screamed. He screamed until his voice just about gave out, by then, he opened his eyes to find that he wasn't falling anymore. An arm was reaching through the railings and was clinging tightly to his leg.

The force of being pulled into an immediate stop, stretched out his wound that just barely stopped bleeding…until now.

He couldn't tell what had happened, but the air that was tense only moments ago, with his own death imminent, was suddenly cut loose and he actually felt…safe…considering the position he was in. Look past that, and he felt that there was no immediate threat.

He couldn't much think past that, when his consciousness decided to fade out. Leaving him, to a semi-peaceful 'sleep'.

Rhodey couldn't sit by and watch anymore. He was going to do something. He didn't care if the other servants said it would only make things worse, that was his friend and friends help each other. They were practically brothers, so why not?

He scanned the area for something to use, something that could work. He was mainly looking for something big and sturdy, but if it comes to using one of the glass shards laying around, he wouldn't exactly hesitate.

Before he was able to even find anything, Sim had his hand around Tony's neck. Rhodey was starting to panic, and rush to extremes. The woman who helped him patch up Tony, held him back when he went to push Sim off Tony. Rhodey struggled in her grip, demanding to be let go.

Before she did, Rhodey noticed a shift in Howard's position. He stopped his struggling and shouting. He watched carefully as Howard reached out and shoved himself into a push up position. Rhodey tried to move, whispering to the woman that he had to help him. If not Tony, then Howard, but she just shook her head. He was really starting to not like her.

Though, only moments later, when Rhodey saw Sim about to drop Tony over the one story drop, which on normal circumstances wouldn't normally kill someone, but in the condition Tony was in…, Rhodey was willing to get physical and do something to get the woman from holding him back. But Howard beat him to it.

Howard, when Rhodey was paying attention to him, had pulled one of the wooden railing sticks (I don't know what to call them…), that was broken from his own fight with Sim, and stood up. He managed to go unnoticed behind the man.

Without a second thought, Howard bashed Sim in the back of his head, knocking him out cold. Causing Tony to drop in the process.

"Tony!"

Howard dove for his son, reaching between the broken railings, and gabbed at Tony, just barely grabbing his leg. Tony's screams filled the area.

"He's awake!" Rhodey cheered as he peered down at his buddy.

"Son?" Howard said entering the room.

Tony, who just opened his eyes, blinked. He couldn't see anything out of one of his eyes. He shot up, and felt around his face, only to wince in pain. He held his side, and laid back down. Almost half his face was bandaged up.

"Yeah, you're pretty beat up…" Rhodey said, forcing the venom out of his voice. "But we fixed you up."

Tony just stared, unsure what to say.

Howard sat down on a nearby chair after he pulled it up to the bed Tony was placed in. He stared down at his son curiously and worriedly. He couldn't stop thinking about what was said earlier. Had Tony really forgotten who they were?

"It's just a patch up job," Rhodey continued. "So don't go messing it up, you could open your wound."

Tony just continued to stare at the ceiling, still unsure what to. He was so used to the normal routine, that this different one was all a shock to him. He was unsure how to react to anything. So he kept quiet.

"So-Tony," Howard sighed. "Do you…do you remember me?"

Rhodey shot Howard a sad look, and felt his own pain, of the possibility that Tony might have lost his memory.

"W-where's…Sim." Tony said, moving his head to search, almost expecting to find Sim there.

Howard winced at how Raspy Tony's voice was. "He's been taken care of."

Tony's one visible eye widened. But he didn't dare say anything.

"He's not dead." Howard said, reaching to hold Tony's hand, but Tony pulled his hand away. Howard tried to hide his hurt. "He's just knocked out, and tied up."

Howard felt Tony's gaze on him, and he wanted to say something to him. Anything, but he couldn't find the words. No anymore. There was so much he wanted to say, but nothing came out.

"You said you remembered Pepper." Rhodey commented, taking a seat at the end of Tony's bed. "Well not directly."

Tony shot up once again, ignoring the pain. "Pepper?"

Rhodey couldn't help but feel a bit jealous that Pepper was the only one he remembered. She didn't know him nearly as long as he had and he still remembered her more than he even remembered him. At least that he was aware of.

"Is she the only one you remember?" Rhodey couldn't help but ask.

Tony didn't answer. At least not before he started to breathe heavily and start coughing. Rhodey forgot every feeling of jealousy to aid his friend, who was starting to look like he was having a panic attack again.

"Tony?" "Son?" Tony laid back down on the bed, trying to control his breath. He held an arm up, silently telling them that he was okay.

He sat up again, his breathing calmer. "I'm okay."

Every time Howard heard his voice now, he wished he hadn't. It was raspy and it sounded like it hurt. And that hurt Howard. But he wanted to hear his son's voice, more than anything. It's been so long since he last heard his son's voice, even a raspy and weak voice was something he tried to hold onto. As if it wouldn't last long.

"Tony," Rhodey said, standing up. "Is Pepper the only one you remember?"

Tony kept his gaze away from Rhodey before he replied. "Not really," Tony paused, preparing his answer. "She was the first. She kept saying my name when she slept…" Tony coughed. "She'd wake up shouting it,"

Howard looked down, Pepper did have it pretty bad when Tony 'died'. Even before she realized that there was a chance he was still alive.

"I-it was only a few nights ago…When she mentioned this," Tony coughed again, and gestured to the scar that was spread around his neck and back. "She showed me hers and said it was from a fire.

"It…it started coming back to me not long later," Tony coughed and paused for a minute. "Not a lot, but a little-!"

Tony stopped mid-sentence, his visible eye widening. He looked at Rhodey and his dad, and back down at his hands. It was then that he realized that he was no longer where the dress anymore, he still was shirtless, but now he had some pants on. He didn't care. That didn't matter.

He went to stand up, but Rhodey and Howard tried to lower him back down on the bed, without hurting him. Tony struggled, ignoring the throbbing pain as he fought against them.

"Let me go!" He said loudly, ready to shout.

"No, you'll hurt yourself!" Howard said, in his commanding father tone. "Lay back down and talk to us."

Tony continued to struggle. "Let me go! It might already be too late!"

"Too late?" Rhodey questioned, letting his guard down just enough for Tony to stand up.

Tony didn't reply, he just rushed out the unguarded door.

I hope it was good. I'm really worried about this story, but who knows, it's one of my good stories, so I'm sure you guys will love it anyways. Hopefully...

Oh, and this story is also (baby genius) coming near to its end. Not as close as the other one, but still. I'm still close!

Fun Fact: I'm not big in shopping for clothes (mainly because I don't have the money) but I still managed to have too many clothes to fit in my dresser...That is WAY too small to be considered a dresser in the first place. .

A reminder to those of you that don't know, 10 DAYS til the end of my Pepperony Contest, so if you plan to participate, you better hurry! Only 10 DAYS!

Review, and all that fancy stuff!

REPLIES!

PercyJacksonLover14: Now did I set your mind at ease? At least a little? And DONE DIE! There's still more to read! T.T (HA)

Haytar96: MWAHAHAH! CLIFFHANGER! My specialty! Hope this was soon enough! :)

Guest: Did I get to the next part yet? I hope so...:P

JesusFreak93: Here's you're cookie! :D *Cookie* You better like that cookie, cause that was that last one...*Makes more* Nevermind. Here have two! *Cookie*

Well, Goodbye for now! :D