Hello everyone! This is the third chapter already! I know the chapters are still short, but as the story progresses they'll get longer, I promise! It's just that this is the first fanfic I've ever written, so I'm still new to all this you know. But do stick with me! I have a few good ideas for this story so I hope you'll keep reading! Please review or maybe even fav? I really want to know if I'm doing a good job. So this was my little ramble, let's get on with the story!

Oh and please, don't take any grammar or spelling mistakes too hard on me, English isn't my mother tongue, so there will be some mistakes here and there. I apologize in advance.

Chapter 3: Is this home, or is this something else?

I was dreaming, that was something I was sure of. But what I wasn't sure of, is what this dream could possibly mean. At this point, it wasn't a bad dream at all, a nice one even. I was wearing a long white summer dress and was floating on the ocean. I looked around me and all I saw was water. It was dark outside, past midnight, and it was a clear evening which meant you could see all the stars. It was nice, very nice. The water wasn't cold at all, and when you tried to see where the ocean ended and the starry night sky begun, you simply couldn't. It felt like being all alone in the universe with the stars. To some people this would be a very scaring thought, but to me, it felt nice. I felt peaceful.

But, of course, the peacefulness couldn't last. I was dreaming after all. I started to feel nervous, anxious, like I knew something was coming.

I then heard a voice talking to me, I couldn't see where the voice came from, but I knew it was there all the same.

"Please don't be afraid" he said, the voice sounding male, and with an accent I couldn't place. "You can trust me."

I tried to scream when I felt a hand slip around my ankle, starting to pull me down, but no sound came from my mouth.

"Please trust me."

How can I trust someone who is drowning me? I thought. The moment my head went under water, the hand let go of my ankle. I tried to get my head out of the water again, but I couldn't break the surface, it was like bumping against a glass wall that wouldn't break. I was running out of air and gave up trying, in the knowledge I wouldn't be able to win anyway. I accepted my fate, and started to sink, deeper and deeper into the ocean. When things around me started to get darker, and I started to black out, I felt arms slipping around me. Holding me tight against him, hugging me, in an almost protective way, like a lover would do.

"Trust me." He said again, and I felt lips on my forehead.

I woke up feeling disorientated. At first I thought I was still drowning and gasped for air, jerking up.

Almost immediately I felt strong hands on my shoulders, pushing me back down to the bed.

"Shhhh everything is okay, it was just a dream, no one can hurt you" Will said to me, trying to calm me down.

As I looked up into his eyes I felt him succeeding and eventually I calmed down as I remembered the day before and realized I was still in the hospital room and not drowning somewhere in the ocean.

Will held me by my shoulders until he was sure I had calmed down. "You okay?" he asked me.

I nodded my head and he let go.

"Bad dream?" I nodded my head again. "Could it maybe have been a memory?" he asked.

"I don't think so, it was surreal" I replied.

He nodded his head and let the subject go, knowing I didn't want to talk about it any further, for which I silently thanked him.

The dream might have been surreal, but it could have been a memory after all, maybe in the form of a metaphor. Because I felt like I had heard the voice of that man before, I just couldn't remember where or when, or to who the voice belonged to. I thought of the voice with more concentration to list what the specifics of the voice could tell me.

First of all, which was the most obvious one, the voice spoke with an accent. It could be European, but I wasn't sure of which country.

Second of all, the voice spoke almost in a polite way, suggesting that the person the voice belonged to was polite, and hated rudeness.

Third of all, he appeared to care for me deeply, but I couldn't be sure of that hence he was trying to drown me. But why the hell did I feel safe, peaceful and even loved in the final moments, when I felt his lips on my forehead? It made no sense at all. How could I trust or even love someone who was trying to drown me?

The worst part of it all was that I couldn't remember to whom the voice belonged to and the role he played in my life.

It made me very, very irritated to not remember anything. I really wished I could just -

"Victoria?" Will snapped me out of my thoughts. I then noticed there was someone with us in the room, someone in a white lab coat, probably my doctor.

He smiled at me as I said "I'm sorry, I guess I was lost in my thoughts for a moment."

"Happens to the best of us" he grinned. "But seriously though, how are you feeling?" he asked me, his grin turning into a face of concern.

Will was watching me when I answered the doctor. I noticed he didn't look him in the eyes, which he had also done with Laura the nurse. Not too fond of eye contact, I assumed.

"I feel better today than when I woke up yesterday. I still have a bit of a headache, and my body is still a bit sore, but in short, I'm feeling fine." I answered him.

"Good, very good! You should be able to do the rest of your recovery at home, so I'll go and sign the papers and then you're good to go" he smiled at me. "Oh and don't worry about your amnesia, your memories will return soon enough." he said before walking out the door.

About ten minutes later, a nurse came in, telling us I was free to go. She handed me my clothes from the night I was brought in, but one look at them and I knew instantly I could never wear them again. They were covered in dirt, cuts and blood.

Will must have foreseen this, as he silently handed me a bag before taking the ruined clothes from me and threw them away in the trashcan. I looked inside the bag and went into the bathroom to get dressed. When I came back out again I was dressed in what were probably clothes from Will. I was wearing a grey sweatpants and a plaid shirt open over a black T-Shirt, all too big for me. But that didn't matter, it was the gesture that counted the most to me. He was offering his clothes to me, and he didn't even know me. That meant a lot to me. Besides, the clothing felt very comfy.

I looked at him and said "Thank you for the clothes." I smiled.

"Not a problem at all" he replied, also smiling. "You ready to go?"

"Yes. Let's go, I hate hospitals." I said.

After a minute of gathering my stuff we left the hospital to go to Wolf Trap.

While driving, I asked him one of my questions.

"What are your lectures about?" I asked him.

"Sorry what?"

"Yesterday you told me you lecture classes, so you're a teacher. But what are your lectures about?" I asked.

"Oh. Um... Profiling for the FBI" he answered.

"Really? Please can I attend one? I'd really love to hear you teach a class."

He seemed surprised by that, but in a pleasant way. "Yes of course, if that's what you want?"

I smiled and nodded my head at him.

He smiled back and we remained silent for the rest of the way to his house.

When we arrived, I immediately loved the place. It was a charming little house, with a lot of nature surrounding it.

We stepped out of the car and walked up to the house. Will opened the door and stepped back. At first I was wondering why he had stepped back. But when I was greeted by a lot of dogs, I understood. Will grinned at me in a sly way as the dogs all tried to greet me in their own way.

"They like you" he grinned.

"I like them too" I said smiling. I was telling him the truth, I genuinely liked the dogs. I petted and hugged them all.

After five minutes of petting the dogs, we went inside. We entered a small but cozy living space, with a bed in one corner of the room.

"I know it's not much, but I hope it's enough... You can sleep in the bed and I'll sleep on the couch." he said.

"Don't worry, it's perfect. I don't need much." I said to him, a small smile on my lips. "I really like it. It's cozy."

He smiled awkwardly and went outside to leave me alone for a few minutes, to let me get used to the house, and to give me some time to be alone with my thoughts.