***A/N: IT'S GOING TO WORK OUT, JUST STAY WITH ME***

(Positive reviews only please. If you want to stop reading, that's fine. But I don't need to know that you are)

Susan walked into Jonathan's room.

"Hi, how are you feeling?"

"I'm a little irritated. I want to get out of here and get home".

"Totally understandable. In due time. And I'm sure when you do, Jennifer will take very good care of you".

"Jennifer?1 She got to you too, huh? Well, I'm sorry she did that. I don't know what her angle is, but regardless of what she says, we aren't together and haven't ever been".

"Jonathan, you brought her to my office last week and introduced her to me as your girlfriend. And she has an engagement ring on her finger that she says came from you".

"I see. Well, I have no memory of that, so maybe I was drunk or something. Hell, I don't know. All I know is, the last time I spoke to her, she had published an article about my company and didn't give any regard to how I would feel about it, and we agreed to not be in each other's company after that".

"Well, something changed because I sat with her yesterday while you were in surgery. She was crying, very worried about you and kept saying that she loved you more than anything. She didn't come off to me as someone who would make all that up".

"Well, thank you for your input".

The doctor came and examined him then, and Susan left.

She went to the waiting room and found Jennifer.

"I tried. I'm afraid what I said to him didn't ring any bells, but I did tell him that he brought you to my office last week and introduced you to me as his girlfriend. And I noticed the ring on your hand then. And I told him how I sat with you yesterday and I didn't get the vibe from you that you were making all this up for some angle".

"Well, thank you for trying. Maybe the fairytale has ended".

"I'm sure it hasn't".

The doctor came out then.

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Hi. That's my fiancé in there, and I was wondering if you could tell me how he is. He doesn't remember us being together this morning, but I'm hoping you can tell me it's temporary."

"He doesn't seem to have a lot of swelling, or pain, and that's good. The lack of pain tells me there isn't a lot of internal swelling. However, it's impossible for me to say when his memory will come back. You can try talking to him, showing him pictures, things like that in hopes that it will jog his memory".

"Thank you, doctor".

"He will be moved down to his regular room in about an hour or so".

"Ok thank you".

She stood up.

"Why don't you try talking to him again?"

"No, I don't want to upset him. Would you mind going in and asking Max to come out?"

"Certainly".

"Thank you, I appreciate it".

Max came out a few minutes later.

"Hi Miss Edwards. I'm real sorry he's being this way. I'll try and talk some sense into him."

"It's ok, Max. I'm going to head to the townhouse. If he wants to talk to me, he can contact me there".

"I'll tell him, Miss Edwards".

"Thank you".

She kissed his cheek and then headed downstairs to the room to get her things.

She took her time packing up her stuff and re-did her hair and makeup.

Just as she was about to leave, they wheeled Jonathan in.

"I was just getting out of your way".

"Wait, please".

She sighed and turned to him.

"I apologize for calling you a gold digger. That was unkind of me."

"It was also untrue of me".

"That too".

She turned to leave.

"Wait, aren't you going to accept my apology?"

"Fine, I accept your apology. And I understand that this isn't your fault, but Jonathan, the fact is, you asked me to marry you. On New Year's Eve, at Caroline and Patrick's house, when we were watching the kids. This is the ring you gave me". She held her hand up and showed it to him.

"I'm not making this up, I'm not making anything up".

"I don't remember any of that".

"Well, maybe with a little rest, you will".

She turned and left and headed to the townhouse.

When she came inside, she took her bag upstairs to the bedroom, and then headed to take a bath. The tub in the guest bath wasn't as big as the clawfoot soaking tub that she was used to, but she made it work.

Afterwards, she got dressed and went and developed the film from their Aruba vacation.

She stopped and picked up a salad and then headed back to the house.

Around 4, Max came home.

"Hi Miss Edwards, Mr. H. wants you to come to the hospital".

"Right now?"

"Yea, right now."

"How did he seem?"

"Determined to figure things out".

"Ok, that's positive, I guess".

She went upstairs and changed into some black linen pants, black sandals and a blue long-sleeved top.

She stopped and picked up the pictures on the way to the hospital, and put them in her purse.

When she walked in, Jonathan was watching tv.

"Hi".

"Hi, thank you for coming".

She went and sat down on the vacant bed next to his.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I didn't mean to. However, the last memory I have of you and I is that you refused to not publish the article about my company and we argued about that".

"You don't remember anything after that?"

"No, I don't think I do".

"Do you remember Savanna and Luke?"

"Yes, I do".

"And McKenna?"

"No, not her".

She dug the pictures out of her purse.

She opened them and started looking through it.

"Christmas day, you surprised me with a trip, just the two of us, to Aruba. We took these pictures on the beach".

She handed them to him.

"And here is a picture of the kids and us on New Year's Eve".

"What did we do New Year's Eve?"

"We did a balloon pop every hour. Everyone had a balloon except McKenna, and each balloon had an activity in it".

"Whose idea was that?"

"Yours".

"I see".

"At the end of the night, you made me go to the garage. When everything was ready, you had me pop another balloon. The activity in that balloon was to dance with you. So, we danced a little bit, and then you had me pop the other balloon. That one told me to tell Luke to hit it and turn around. He turned the lights down a little, and he turned on special music and when I turned back around, you were on one knee with my engagement ring in your hand".

"And you said yes?"

"Yes. I mean at first, you were giving me a big speech about how much you love me, but then I told you to ask me the question and you did, and I said yes".

"That sounds like a lovely evening".

"It was".

The nurse came in and gave him some medicine in his IV and checked his vitals.

After she left, Jennifer put the pictures back in her purse.

"I'm trying really hard, I just can't remember".

"You don't have to remember anything. We can make new memories. We fell in love once, we can fall in love again".

"Maybe. You deserve someone who remembers every moment they've spent with you".

"I do?"

"Yes, every woman does".

"So, do you want to try making new memories?"

"I don't know."

She was quiet for a moment.

"Do you remember anything about me?"

"I remember that you friend zoned me every time I tried to take you to dinner. And then I got mad at you about the article".

"That is correct. But I wasn't doing either of those things to hurt you".

"Why were you friend zoning me?"

"Because I haven't been so lucky in the love department, and after the last relationship I was in ended, I chose to never let myself get hurt again. And I felt like you live here in California, and I was living in New York, and to me, that just spelled disaster".

"So, what kinds of things do we like to do?"

"Well, we don't really know. We became a couple while we watched Caroline and Patrick's kids, and our lives have revolved around them for the past few months".

"Where are Caroline and Patrick?"

"They were killed in a car accident a few months ago".

He was quiet for a moment.

"Well, I guess I'd better go, so you can rest".

"No, stay. I don't want to be alone".

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure".

She settled back against the bed and got comfy.

She waited for him to say something, but he didn't.

A few minutes later, she looked over to see that he had fallen asleep.

She stroked the back of his hand while he slept, and turned the tv on. She turned the volume down low and got caught up in a movie.

Jonathan slept for about 2 hours, and then woke up with a start.

"Hey, it's ok."

He was breathing heavily and scratching his head.

"Are you in pain?"

"No, I just feel out of sorts".

"It's ok, that's to be expected".

The nurse arrived then with his dinner.

"Here, maybe some food will help you feel better".

He looked over it and wasn't enthused about what they had given him.

He turned to her.

"Want to order a pizza?"

"Sure. What kind do you want?"

"All the meats. From Guido's, on Mulholland".

"Ok".

She went and got a phone book from the nurse's desk, and then came back.

She found the number, and called in a personal veggie pizza for her and a small all the meats for him.

She told them to have the delivery guy call room 624 when they were in the lobby and she would come down.

She hung up the phone and put it back on the bedside table.

"So, I know that it hurts your feelings that I can't remember us together, and I promise you, I am trying. But I was thinking, what if we do like you suggested, and start over? I don't mean start over, over, but…well you know what I mean".

"I think I do".

"Are you willing to do that?"

"Yes, if we need to. But Jonathan, it's only been a day. Your memory could very well come back".

"And it might not."

"That's true, too".

"I think it's worth a shot".

"I want to do whatever you think will help you best, whatever that is".

"I appreciate that."

"I still think we should wait a few days and see if your memory comes back, though. I mean, we could be worrying for nothing".

"I just don't want to waste any time".

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you are obviously a very beautiful, intelligent woman. Max was telling me how crazy we are for each other, and how different you are from the women I normally date. So, that tells me that if I wait too long, someone else might come along and I could lose you all together, even if I regain my memory".

"Jonathan, there isn't anyone else in my life. I moved out here to be with you. And I've been staying with you since we moved out here, so you don't have to worry about anyone else stealing me away".

"I just feel so lost…in my own life".

"I understand that. And I promise you, I will help you however I can".

"I appreciate that".

The phone rang then, and she picked it up. It was the pizza guy and he was in the lobby.

Jennifer went and paid for their pizzas and then came back to the room.

He sat up a little more and started to eat.

"So, how did you meet Caroline?"

"She and I were roommates in college".

"I see."

"Do you remember meeting Patrick?"

"Yes, we were in the Navy together".

They quietly ate their pizza for a few minutes.

"How did we resolve things? About the article, I mean".

"Well, do you remember when I was mugged?"

"Yes, I do".

"Ok, so after I published the article, I moved to London for about 8 weeks for work. And I received a phone call about the mugging and how they were going to have a court date. And I called you and asked if you were going to testify and you were pretty upset with me, and told me that because I had tried to destroy your company, you didn't have time to go to New York. We argued and then I hung up. A few days later, in London, I see you getting out of a cab. And we spoke, and you asked me to have dinner with you, but I was angry that you had told me you were so busy you couldn't leave LA to go to New York for something important, but yet you were able to go to London. So, I told you no, and walked to my hotel. You showed up at my door about an hour later and we talked things out and agreed to a date the next night".

"I see. Did we go on the date?"

"Yes, we did. And we had a wonderful time".

"Did….things happen…on our date?"

She hesitated.

"Yes, things did happen. And then the next morning, you were gone."

"I was gone?"

"Yes. And I was devastated. And then you and I didn't talk for about a week or so, until I was back in the States. We saw each other at Caroline and Patrick's".

"Did that conversation go well?"

"No, not really. And neither did the one after that".

"And then?"

"And then we avoided each other for a few months later, and then we were both at Caroline and Patrick's. And we avoided each other. And then, the next week were both there again-you were watching the kids and I was getting dressed at their house to go to an awards ceremony. My date was an hour late, and we thought he had stood me up".

"But he hadn't?"

"No, he hadn't. And I didn't know it at the time, but you had put on Patrick's tux so that you could take me".

"What do you mean you didn't know it?"

"I mean, I didn't know it. You didn't tell me you were doing it, and I didn't see you dressed up, because my date got there".

He stared straight ahead.

"Is any of this coming back?"

"Nope. Nothing".

She sighed.

"I better go, so you can rest".

"I hate for us to leave things like this".

"Jonathan, we don't exactly have a choice".

"Where are you going to go?"

"Well, I planned on going back to your townhouse, where I've been staying, with you. But if you want me to go somewhere else, I can".

"No, it's ok. If you've been staying there, that's where you should go".

She went to get up and he grabbed her arm.

"What?"

"Come here".

She leaned over and hugged him.

"I know this is just as hard on you as it is on me, and I'm sorry. I'm trying to remember".

She nodded. She snuggled up to him and let him hold her for a minute.

"You didn't cause this to happen, it happened to you. Hopefully, your memory will come back".

The nurse came in and gave him a dose of a medicine in his IV.

"What's that for?"

"It's an antibiotic, it's supposed to keep your incision from getting infected".

"Thank you".

She took his dinner tray and put it in the hall on her way out.

"Want me to stay till you fall asleep?"

"No, I think you should go home before you fall asleep".

"Jonathan, I'll be fine. You are the one who just had brain surgery".

"Jennifer, something was said earlier that is bothering me. You said that we were taking care of Caroline and Patrick's kids. And then you said that Caroline and Patrick died. So, where are the kids?"

"Well, their will stated that they wanted you and I to care for them in the short-term, and for her sister and brother in law to take them long term. So, they took them for about a month. And then they called and said that they needed a break, so we flew out to get them and flew them back home. And we determined that they weren't going back there ever again".

"Why?"

"Because they were being abused. Savanna had bruises and welts all over her back, from a beating she got from her "uncle" with a belt. And according to her, she didn't do anything to deserve it. Luke told us how they made them take cold showers, made them eat different food than their kids got, and their kids got better, and how they kept telling them they hated them and they wished they had never taken them in. And they both told me how they were forced to drink two doses of Nyquil the night we picked them up. And they were making them drink hot sauce as a punishment".

"I see. So, who has them?"

"You had your PI investigate and you found Patrick's sister Julie. She came and took them".

"That's good, I guess".

"Yeah, it is. There's no way you and I could have dealt with all this and them".

"Jennifer, what if….my memory doesn't come back? What then?"

"Then we will deal with it. Whatever way that works best for us, whatever that looks like, that's what we will do".

He nodded.

She got up and went to go to the bathroom. When she came out, nurses were all over the place, and alarms were going off and the room was very busy.

"What happened?"

"His blood pressure bottomed out, and his breathing is very low. He's in anaphylactic shock, ma'am".

She wanted so badly to hold his hand, but she couldn't get that close to him. She ended up just staying out of the way and watching silently.