Author's Note: I don't own Jed or any of the canon characters, but I am enjoying playing with them.

I'm sorry I've been MIA for so long, I've really missed writing fan fics! I even took a six-year break from writing my books, but I've got my writing hat back on and I hope you'll stick with me for this one.

This is an AU fic, set at the end of season one of Bedlam, which was a terrible cliffhanger! Full disclosure: I have not watched season two of Bedlam (apart from a bit of the first episode to see how they resolved things with Jed – which they did not), because they got rid of all the most interesting characters from season one with barely a mention of them and I wasn't interested in most of the new characters.

For those of you following me here from other fics who might not be familiar with Bedlam, it's a British TV show from 2011. The official description is: Drama and supernatural chills in this series centered around a haunted insane asylum-turned-apartment building. It stars Theo James (rawr) as Jed, a man who can see ghosts and gets visions of past traumatic events.

There are spoilers below for season one, and it is available to stream on Amazon Prime at the moment if you're interested in watching it.

Poor Jed has been in and out of psychiatric facilities his whole life, and has now come to Bedlam Heights, a posh apartment building owned by his adoptive extended family which is chock-a-block with creepy ghosts who died in violent ways. During the course of the series, he helps save residents from ghost attacks by identifying the issues the ghosts are dealing with and helping resolve them to set the spirit at rest. There are some heavy underlying themes like the terrible abuse the patients at the asylum endured at the hands of his adoptive family in the past, and missing girls that continues to the present. Jed's mother was once an inmate of the asylum, was impregnated there, and died in childbirth there.

The main core of characters besides Jed are:

Kate – Cousin (though not by blood) who works for her father Warren in sales and marketing, trying to get people to lease apartments in the building.

Warren – Kate's father who is a serious bastard and definitely up to no good. His only concern is keeping bad publicity from his new venture and trying to make a success of it.

Molly – Sweet girl who's been friends with Kate and Jed since they were young. She's had crushes on both Jed and Ryan and did hook up with Ryan near the end of the season though that ended in disaster.

Ryan – A friend who may or may not be gay, depending on the episode (I'm guessing this was a bigger deal in 2011), who slept with Molly and immediately regretted it. He's been a good friend to Jed, helping him research the goings on at the asylum to help him with the ghosts.

Kate, Molly, Ryan, and Jed all share an apartment at Bedlam Heights where Jed has been working as a handyman to pay his share of the rent.

Okay, still with me? In this AU continuation of season one, Jed is absolutely alive and the story will pick up with him in a medical facility, recovering from the traumatic events in the cellar, which he can't recall. There will be some twists and turns, and a new female OC, and I'll try to resolve some things for some of the other season one characters like Kate, Molly, Ryan, and that asshole, Warren.

~ Jed ~

Floating. There was no sense of water or air, just floating in complete darkness. There were voices, urgent voices, but they didn't matter. Nothing mattered any longer. Wasn't there supposed to be a light? The light mattered. But there was only darkness.

I don't know how long I drifted there. I don't know when I stopped. I just became aware of the feel of my body, heavy and unresponsive, and though there was still darkness, it wasn't as absolute. There were the occasional flashes of color and light, so quick I thought maybe I'd imagined them when the darkness settled in again, but I know they were there. And sound. There were more voices. Some concerned, most detached, almost bored, checking something. Numbers, vitals. The occasional prodding. I wanted to tell them to piss off and let me sleep, but I was so tired. Why was I so tired? Hadn't I been sleeping this whole time? And that wretched beeping sound… it was like a pin pricking me under my skin over and over again. Where the hell was I?

"Because I like sitting here on my break... It doesn't matter if he's still unconscious, they can tell when there's someone with them... I know perfectly well we've never so much as spoken before, it doesn't matter if he doesn't know me. It's nice for them to have company all the same… Look, I'm sorry if you're bored, but in point of fact, you don't have to talk to me. You can go wherever you like… Yes, you're very funny. I am trying to read, you know, I've only got fifteen minutes left before I'm due back."

Another voice, someone feeling very chatty. Someone whose voice I didn't recognize, but that wasn't hard. My circle of friends had dwindled over the years. Still, it wasn't Kate or Molly, and they were the only two I reckoned might be in my room. Only… was it my room? It didn't feel much like the daybed in the cupboard they called a bedroom in the flat we shared. Why couldn't I open my eyes? Where was I?

The lift. The hidden lift. I'd taken it to the cellar, only it hadn't been part of the cellar proper. I'd never been to that part of the building before. The corridor… where had it led? Why couldn't I remember? Kate! What had happened to Kate? Did she get out? The beeping started again, faster, faster…

"Oh gosh… his pulse is spiking. Should I go and report that, do you think? No, I know Rhee's at the nurse's station, but she's always texting on her mobile, she might not notice."

Nurse's station? Was I in hospital? That explained the bed and why I had trouble stringing two thoughts together, but why couldn't I open my eyes or move my limbs?

"There now, there's nothing to fear," the voice said, and I felt a warm hand on mine.

Easy for her to say, she wasn't trapped in her own body. Still, there had been no flash of unpleasantness at her touch, and it felt nice, rather soothing. The beeping sound slowed as my panic receded.

"There you go, that's better. You're safe, I promise." Her thumb stroked the back of my hand. "Rest now, Jed. You'll wake when you're good and ready."

I'm not sure how long we sat like that, her comforting hand on mine. And then she let go, and I immediately missed the contact.

"Gosh, I'd better get going or I'll be late," she said, and I wanted to call her back, but I couldn't speak.

Through sheer determination, I wrenched my eyes open, blinking at the harsh light, but all I caught was the back end of her as she disappeared through the door. Dark wavy hair, landing just past her shoulders, a light blue tunic over dark trousers, that was all I saw before the door swung shut behind her. Hospital, I was definitely in hospital. The IV at my arm and adjustable bed were a dead giveaway, but why? What had happened? The darkness reached for me again and I sank into oblivion.

"It's a bit gloomy in here, isn't it?" The cheery voice was back again, and this time I struggled to open my eyes, squinting at the bright light streaming in through the window. "There, that's better. No reason to lie here in the dark just because your eyes are… Gosh." She stopped stock still, staring at me in shock.

I had a good view of her now. A petite thing, she couldn't be more than five foot two. Her full lips were slack with disbelief at the moment, bright blue eyes stretched wide, dark brows reaching for the sky. Her sable hair was done up in a serviceable bun, but a few tendrils had escaped to curl about her face.

Still not able to move about much, I managed to lick my lips that felt dry and as parched as my throat. "Drink…" It came out as a croak more than a word, but she understood me well enough, unsticking from her shock with a little shake and immediately pouring me a cup of water from a nearby pitcher.

"Here you go," she said, bringing it to my lips. "Careful now." She handled me like an infant, holding my neck steady, and I felt as weak as one.

The water felt blessedly cool, and I swallowed, greedy for more, but she only allowed me a few sips. "Thank you," I said, gratified to find my voice was a little stronger.

"I'll give you a little more in a bit, but for now you should take it easy." She carefully let go of my head and set the cup aside. "How are you feeling? Do you know where you are?"

"Hospital?" I said, and was rewarded by her relieved smile. She really was a pretty one, despite the unflattering nurse's scrubs she wore. "Feel weak."

"That's to be expected, you've been through a major trauma," she said softly. "I should really call someone. They'll be wanting to do a full workup on you." She looked to the door, but I managed to keep her there with one word.

"Kate?"

"Kate? Is that your girlfriend?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that. There was something unresolved between us, but in the end, no, she wasn't mine, and I shook my head. Maybe I imagined it, but she looked a bit relieved.

"There was a girl here, two of them, when you were first brought in. Kate and a Molly, I think. They came to visit you at first, but I haven't seen either of them in a while.

Then Kate was safe, they both were. That was a relief. Only something she said set off a prickle of unease. "How long…" I swallowed again, "…have I been here?"

"I should really call the charge nurse," she said, rising to her feet.

In a burst of speed that surprised us both, I reached out and caught her wrist. "How long?"

She stared back at me in dismay, emotions flitting across her expressive face before she looked across the room at… nothing, that I could see. "Two months," she replied.

"Two months." No wonder I felt like utter shit.

"Yes, two months since they transferred you to our facility," she repeated softly. "How much do you remember?"

I just shook my head, trying to process.

"Right, well, I'll just let the charge nurse know you're awake. It's really great news you waking up like this. We don't get that as much as I'd like in this facility."

Something occurred to me, and I held tight to her wrist, dread gathering in my chest. "What kind of facility?" Had I been committed again? I wouldn't put it past Warren to stick me away in another asylum, the better to hide his secrets.

She looked down at me in alarm when I held her in place but then her expression softened. "Long term care for coma patients," she said with a gentle smile. "Not what you're worried about."

Then she knew about me. Knew I'd been in and out of mental health facilities my entire life. I braced myself for the revulsion and suspicion that normally followed, or even pity among the tolerant. Only it wasn't pity I saw in her smile, it was kindness, and the dread squeezing my chest started to ease.

"I really must go, but I'll be back soon," she promised with a last smile as I let her go.

Only it wasn't her that returned, it was array of staff, all poking and prodding and taking measurements and fluids. Questions and more questions. Yes, I could feel my toes, no, I couldn't move them very well. Yes, I knew my name, date of birth and address, no, I had no memory of the incident, they'd called it. For all the questions they set to me, they were very few with answers to my questions. All I knew was, the weakness was normal, and I'd been prescribed a vigorous physical therapy regimen to help regain my strength. The amnesia… that was anyone's guess as to when I'd get my memories back of that night, if ever. At least my voice had gotten stronger.

It was much, much later, the twilight fading outside when the door opened again, and I steeled myself to be poked and prodded anew. Instead, it was the cheery little nurse with a tray of something.

"Alright?" she asked, her bright eyes searching my face, and I nodded. "Good news. You've been cleared for broth! Oh, I took a chance that you'd like beef over salmon. Have I done wrong?"

I had to bite back a smile at the way her teeth worried at her bottom lip. Did she think I was going to throw it back in her face? "Beef is good," I assured her, and was instantly rewarded by that sunny smile.

"Good. Now, you mustn't worry about a thing, I'll help you along," she said, pushing the bed controls to prop me up a bit more.

"Thanks. I'm afraid broth is a bit beyond me at the moment," I said, lifting my hand which only made it a few inches from the bed before it started to shake and I dropped it again.

"I think you're doing just wonderfully," she said with a soft smile.

"Thank you. I'm a bit impatient by nature, this weakness is… difficult."

"It's perfectly reasonable for you to have some weakness after being abed for so long. Your voice is sounding so much better already." She held the mug of broth to my mouth, and I sipped dutifully, the shock of salty goodness soothing as much as her gentle care.

Broth eaten, I expected her to bustle back out again, but instead she sat in a chair by the side of the bed. "I imagine it's a bit nerve wracking, waking up like this."

"You're not wrong," I admitted. "About Kate…"

"Would you like me to try and reach her?"

"Yes, thanks."

She nodded, pulling out her mobile. "Do you know her number?"

I rattled it off, relieved I still held that bit of information in my damaged brain.

She punched the number in, her face lighting up as she said, "It's ringing!" and she held it to my ear.

"Voicemail," I said, unable to keep the disappointment from my voice. "And the mailbox is full. Typical," I sighed.

"I'll send her a text," she volunteered. "Hello, you don't know me, but Jed has woken from his coma. He'd love to speak with you when you have a sec or call for him at…" she spoke aloud as she typed. "There, sent. Do you want me to say anything else?"

"No, that should be fine. Thanks."

"No problem," she smiled. "If you do well with the broth, I might be able to get you something with a bit more kick tomorrow."

"A beer?"

"No," she laughed, and looked across the room for a second. "I meant some jelly or maybe even soup with a bit of noodles. But don't worry, you'll have a pint before you in no time."

I had to smile at that. "I don't suppose you can get me my mobile? There's a few other mates I'd like to check in with."

"No, there wasn't one with your things when you were brought in, sorry." Her face crumpled in dismay.

"No worries. It's probably switched off anyway if I haven't paid the bill in a couple of months," I realized with a sour grin.

"I'm sure you'll get all of that sorted," she nodded encouragingly, and looked across the room again. "I should be going, my shift's almost over."

"Right. Thanks for the broth… Sorry, I don't know your name."

"It's Gemma, and you're very welcome," she smiled.

"And I'm Jed, but you already know that." She already knew a great deal about me from my medical records alone.

"Yes," she nodded. "I'll see you later, Jed."

A/N: So, what do you guys think? Any interest in this story? A slow start, maybe but there will be more creepy and interesting things coming. Leave me a review!

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