Author's Note: Sorry it has taken so long, but here is the new chapter. I know the new season started up, so maybe people aren't as interested now, but I hope you are. This story has gotten a better response than my other Revenge stories, which I guess I get. Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed. I hope you like this chapter, and I look forward to reading what you think of this one.

Oh, also, I forgot to ask, did anyone catch the song joke last chapter? "Lean on me, when you're not strong?" Just curious.

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Chapter Three

Daniel was exhausted, Emily knew. After brunch, Charlotte and Emily had gone off to work on wedding plans, leaving Daniel to take care of Paige. Paige was very well behaved. Emily and Daniel had brought her up right. She was polite and kind and respectful. Still, she was a six-year-old, and even the best-behaved six-year-old is a handful, especially when they are excited. Paige had worn Daniel out, and by the time Emily and Charlotte returned to the manor, he was out cold. Emily had decided to let him sleep; she could see how tired he was. Of course, that had not been her plan. She planned to talk to him before bed, about Jack, and what he had said at The Stowaway. She planned to ask him why he did not trust Jack, what Jack had done, if jack was dangerous. It seemed so ludicrous. Jack seemed so gentle and kind. She could not imagine him being a threat to anybody. But there was so much she didn't remember, and she needed to rely on Daniel when it came to these things. So she would ask him, just not now. It was because he was tired. It was not because she feared the answer. It was just because he was tired.

"I thought we had a talk about keeping cell phone's charged."

Jack turned, "Actually, I believe I was the one to bring that up to you."

"Exactly. Which means we had a talk about it." Nolan said, his usual smirk in place.

"Well, my cellphone is charged."

"Then why haven't you gotten my calls?"

"I did get them. I just chose not to answer." Nolan opened his mouth to speak, but Jack cut him off, "I knew what you were calling about. I didn't want to talk."

Nolan rolled his eyes, "Well, Carl did. My little nephew just went on and on about the iridescent Paige, his little Ice Princess." Jack smirked, thinking about his son and Paige playing in the freezer at being monarch ruling over the ice people. "He told me about how she came for brunch, and how he's going to see her again at the park and how they're going to play Peter Pan and Wendy on the swings. He also told me that she didn't come to brunch alone."

"Well, what six-year-old would?"

Nolan just shook his head, "Jack, what were you thinking?"

"I told you, I have no intention of backing down, not now that she's back."

"She's not back; she's visiting. She's in town for Charlotte's wedding, and then she's heading back to Connecticut. Can't you just, just let it lie?"

"You know I can't."

"You know, there was somebody else who refused to let it lie, refused to except that Emily couldn't remember him or who she was, refused to let her stay with Daniel. I was at that person's funeral. I don't want to be at yours."

"So, you're not coming to my funeral when I die?" Jack asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"This is serious. You're the one who is so sure that Daniel shot the woman he loved, what do you think he would do to you?"

"I think I can handle myself."

"You're right. Training in the country's top bartending school more than qualifies you to take on the Graysons. Forget that Aiden was like a ninja who trained under Satoshi Takeda and that he snapped the neck of the man who killed his sister or was skilled at sharpshooting. What he really needed was a good lesson in mixing a proper mojito. Maybe then he'd still be with us."

Jack shook his head, "There's more to me than bartending."

"Sure. You're a good friend, good father, you know how to steer and navigate a sailboat, but I don't think those skills will help you when going up against a Grayson, especially Daniel."

"Especially?"

"He may not be as smart as his parents, but he loves Emily, and there is no more powerful motivator than that. The only person more dangerous than a man in love, is a man in love who is willing to shoot another human being, and between Tyler and Aiden, I think Danny-boy has more than proved his willing to pull a gun on someone. He may not be the world's best shot, but that's neither here nor there."

"This is you trying to convince me to let her stay married to him?"

"He won't hurt her. Not as long as he believes that she loves him. Not as long as they have a daughter together." Jack shook his head again. "Jack, I've lost David, I've lost Emily, Aiden, I don't want to lose you too."

"But what if I can get her back-"

"Don't you think if she really wanted to remember she would have by now? Jack, she's happier this way."

"No. I can't, I don't believe that. Emily could never be happy as a, a Grayson."

"But she is a Grayson, Jack. They've been married for six years now. She's Emily Grayson."

"It may be her legal name, but she'll never be a Grayson. She doesn't have it in her."

Nolan just shook his head "I wish I could make you hear me. Aiden wouldn't listen to me either, and now-"

"It's not the same. Emily and I, we have a different history."

"It's a history she doesn't remember."

"Then I'll make her!"

Nolan just shook his head, "Please Jack, for Emily, be careful."

"She would want you to be careful. To be safe."

Aiden shook his head, "She would want me to fight for her, for them. I know she would. She would not want to spend each night with that bastard. She would not want him raising our child."

"You don't know that it's yours."

"We don't know it's his. And if it is mine, if I can prove it, then Emily will have to believe me. She'll have to believe that she loved me."

"And what will Daniel believe? If the baby is yours, what will his reaction be? Do you think he'll just let that go?"

"We'll be long gone by then." Aiden said dismissively.

"Because the last time you and Emily tried to run off with each other, it went off swimmingly, or rather, drowningly."

"Don't-"

"Don't what? Aiden, you're not being rational-"

"Rational! My fiancé doesn't remember who I am. She's married to a man who quite possibly tried to murder her! You want me to be rational?"

"I want you to be strong, like Emily would be. I want you to do what's best for her, not just what's best for you."

Aiden shook his head angrily, "You may have given up on her, but I certainly haven't. Now, you can either help me, or you can stay out of my way. One way or another, I will make her remember."

Nolan shuddered as he watched Jack walk away. It seemed like he had been through all of this before. He just hoped that this time, it had a better outcome.

"Jack?" He smiled at Emily as she opened the door to him. Grayson Manor had never been his favorite place, but it was worth coming over, to have Emily open a door for him. She seemed different, he noticed. It wasn't anything big really. Mostly, she seemed caught off guard, like she hadn't been expecting him.

"You seem surprised to see me. We were going to take Paige and Carl to play in the park today, remember." He certainly remembered. Carl had been talking about it nonstop.

"Oh, right. Sorry." She paused, seeming uneasy about something, "Actually, today isn't the best day. I'm not feeling so well; I was thinking of taking the day to rest."

"Okay, well, I could just take them if you-"

"No!" Was that panic in her eyes? Jack wondered. No, not possible, "I mean, I don't think that's a good idea. Today isn't a good day."

"Emily is … is everything okay?" Emily didn't answer, she just looked down uncomfortably, "Did something happen with Daniel or-?"

"Everything's fine. I just don't feel up to going to the park and I don't feel … I don't feel comfortable leaving my daughter alone with a man I barely know."

That seemed a little ridiculous. "What do you think I plan to do to her?" Jack asked, chuckling. Emily didn't smile. She didn't chuckle. She did, however, finally make eye contact, and Jack saw fear in her eyes, "You're serious." Jack couldn't figure out where this was all coming from. Since he had seen Emily and Paige and the park, things seemed to have been going well. Emily had treated him warmly. Yes, brunch had been awkward, but that wasn't enough to explain it. Why was Emily acting like he was some sort of threat?

"Jack, you seem like a nice man, but I don't remember you. You say we were close, and maybe we were, but maybe we weren't. Maybe there's a reason you didn't keep in touch after my accident. I'm not saying this to offend you, or to hurt you, but I have to trust the people who have been here for me."

And then it clicked, "You mean Daniel? Did he say something to you?"

"Should he have?" Emily countered.

"No." It's lame, Jack knows, but it's all he can think to say.

"No? Because you automatically assumed that he said something. What might he have said, Jack? What might my husband have told me about you?" She was looking at him, a challenge in her eyes, and he was reminded of her strength, her fire. It was something he hadn't seen in so long. She hid it from him when he did not know who she really was, and now she did not know who she really was. She didn't know about that fire, but it was still in there. She was still in there. He just had to reach her, somehow.

"Just because Daniel said something, doesn't make it true."

"You're beginning to sound like Aiden." Emily said, starting to close the door.

Jack grabbed it desperately, "Emily, wait." She paused, uncertain, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that like it sounded. I just meant that there are two sides to every story. Daniel doesn't like me. I know that, he never has. But that doesn't make me a bad guy. Sometimes people just don't like each other." Emily nodded. She wanted to believe him, to trust him. He could see it in her eyes. He forged on, "You say you need to trust people who have been there for you. Well, Charlotte has been there for you, and Charlotte trusts me. Talk to her, please, for the sake of Paige and Carl if nothing else. If you talk to her, and you still want me gone, I promise, I won't bother you again. Just, please." He knew he sounded desperate. It probably wasn't helping his case, but what else could he say?

Emily blinked. She seemed slightly disoriented for a second, "What did you just say?"

"I'm just asking you to give me a chance to prove-"

"No, you said you wouldn't bother me again."

"I won't. I swear-"

"No, I wasn't doubting you, I was … have you ever said that to me before?"

Jack looked at her, curiously. Then, he smiled, "Yes, actually, I have. Although the context was very different."

"You know, Daniel has told me a million stories about conversations we've had, moments we've shared, but none of it has ever felt … familiar. But what you just said …"

"And what does that tell you?"

After an eternity, Emily finally said, "That I should talk to Charlotte."

Jack closed his eyes, relief pouring out of him, "Thank you."

Emily didn't know what to do. She wanted to trust Jack. Her gut told her that she could. But Daniel was afraid of him, and Daniel had always protected her, always been there for her, always been honest with her. He was her rock, her strength. He had protected her from the fear of not knowing who she was. He had protected her from her crazy ex-boyfriend Aiden. It had really scared her when Jack had started trying to make Daniel sound like a villain. That's what Aiden had done.

The house was still terrifying. Emily had only been out of the hospital a week and a half, and Daniel had taken her to Grayson Manor, the house he had grown up in. it was large and imposing, and full of rooms that she could not seem to navigate. Maids traveled in and out, doing odd jobs and then disappearing without a trace. She needed to get out, to get air, but it was so awkward. Walking hurt, but not as much as being trapped in this maze. Slowly, she made her way down the stairs, and after what seemed an eternity, she reached the front door.

When she opened it, there he was. She recognized him instantly. He was the man from the hospital, the one who had come in and barked orders at her, telling her he was taking her away.

The house was to big for anybody to hear her if she called for help, and she could not run very fast, "I'm calling security." She said, pretending to press a button that would summon somebody. She wished she really had something. Hopefully, he would buy her story.

"Emily-"

"Stay away! Don't come any closer." She can hear the shake in her voice, but she knows she needs to find strength. He'll never leave her alone if he thinks she's weak.

"Emily please, listen. I'm not who you think I am."

"You tried to kidnap me."

"I tried to rescue you."

"From a hospital?"

"From the Graysons."

"I'm a Grayson."

"No, you're not, and you would never want to be. You never want to be a part of that family of monsters, to spend your life with that detestable Mingebag. If you could just remember-"

"I don't need to remember to know that I married Daniel. That makes me a Grayson. He loves me, and I'm sure I loved him!"

"No, you don't. We were in love. You're relationship with Daniel was never real. We, we were planning to run away together."

Emily shook her head, confused. This man was crazy. He was sprouting nonsense. "I don't understand. Why would I marry somebody just to run off with somebody else?"

"I'll explain everything. I just need you to trust me."

"You're insane."

"Emily please, you have to listen-"

"I don't have to do anything."

"You're not pregnant."

"What?"

"I'm sure it's come up. You aren't really pregnant. You told Daniel you were, but you aren't, which the doctors must have figured out. They must have told you."

"Not that it's any of your business, but the doctors told me that it was a miracle my baby survived the shooting, and that I was very lucky."

He looked at her, stunned, "You're … you're really-?"

"Yes, I am, now would you please-"

"It's mine." He said quickly, "It has to be. There's no other explanation."

"What?"

"Daniel can't be the father. Ask the doctors, check for yourself. When you find out that he isn't the father, you'll know I'm telling the truth. You'll know we were in love. That it was supposed to be you and me, not that mad bastard."

"You sound like a lunatic."

"The only thing mad about me is how mad I am about you, and you are too. You just don't remember."

"Emily!" A voice calls from inside the house. And then Daniel's there, and Emily feels like she can breathe again, "What's going on?"

"He won't leave! He thinks I'm in love with him! He's trying to kidnap me again!" Emily says, desperately.

"Who is?"

She turns, and he's gone. The British man with the crazy story has vanished. I turn to Daniel. He's looking at her, concern in his eyes. "He was here." She says, pleading, "He was here. You have to believe me Daniel. Please. I'm not crazy. He was in my hospital room, and he tried to kidnap me, and then he showed up here, he was tall, and British, and he had slight facial hair-"

Daniel grabs Emily in his arms and holds her tight against him. His arms feel strong and safe and she buries my head in his chest. He smells like dove soap and Listerine. "Shhhh. It's okay." He says, rubbing the back of her head, "It's okay. I believe you."

"You don't think I'm crazy?"

"Never."

"How long have you been up?" Emily starts at Daniel's voice too lost in her memories to have heard him approaching.

"Oh, you know me. Up with the cows." He nods, and his arms wrap around her and she relaxes into his embrace. "It should always be like this."

He nods into her hair, "What were you thinking about?"

"Aiden Mathis."

Daniel steps back, surprised, and Emily turns to face him, "Why on earth would you be thinking about him?"

"Because of what you said, about Jack."

"Jack?"

Emily nods, "He was here this morning, to take Paige to play with Carl, and I panicked. You said you didn't trust him and … I just need to know if he's dangerous, like Aiden was. Do I need to be scared?"

Daniel grimaced, then shakes his head, "He's not going to hurt Paige. He's not … he's not dangerous. He wouldn't hurt her."

"Well then don't scare me like that. You said you didn't trust him and I thought maybe he … I have to know who I can trust Daniel. And when it comes to my past, who I can trust, I look to you. I need to know what you meant."

"Excuse me. I don't mean to intrup, but I thought I was playing with Carl today."

Both Grayson's turn at the sound of their daughter's voice. Emily goes to her, "You were going to, sweetie, but Mommy isn't feeling so well today."

"What's wrong Mommy?" Paige asked, reaching up to feel her mother's forehead. Emily obliged, bending down. "Cool as a cucumber." Paige said, using the same phrase her dad did when he checked her.

"I know honey. It's not bad. I just need to take some time today."

Paige nodded, "Should I bring you some juice?"

"That's all right honey. Why don't you spend some time with your father? Mommy's going to go rest."

"Okay Mommy." Paige said. She kissed Emily's cheek, and then grabbed Daniel's hand, pulling him along, "Feel better Mommy."

"Thank you sweetheart."

Daniel smiled at her, mouthing, "We'll finish this later."

She was getting a little sick of all the interruptions. She loved Paige of course, but she needed to finish this conversation with Daniel. She needed to know why he didn't trust Jack. It was all getting to be too much.

Author's Note: So, I know it's a little shorter, but I hope you liked it. People have been wondering about what happened to Aiden, and you get some of your answer here. Obviously, there is more to the story. There will be more flashbacks.

What does everybody think of how Emily handled the Jack situation? I mean, I'm the last person to want her to shut him out her not trust him, but with the amnesia, she's had to rely on Daniel for a lot of information, so you have to figure that she's really come to trust him.

I'm sorry for the lack of Carl/Paige cuteness in this chapter, as well as the lack of Charlotte. Do not worry. Both will come back, and soon.

Paige's mispronunciation of the word interrupt is intentional, because she's polite, but she's still six. It was not a typo.

Thanks to Anglotopia dot net's "British English: The Top 50 Most Beautiful British Insults" page for the word Mingebag.

I hope you review, and that you liked the story.