A/N: I had a long train trip today which meant some time for writing. Yay!

~~ Caspian ~~

It was only meant to be a one-off.

Caspian had watched his father sparring one day, and he hadn't been able to stop himself from slipping in to practice against him when the other opponent moved away. He told himself that there was no one else decent to practice against nearby, and that it wouldn't happen again.

But it did happen again, many times, and it became the new normal, meeting him at a clearing to spar against in an almost daily routine. It reminded him of the past, when his father used to train him every day, helping to keep his skills sharp. They used to get carried away, sometimes fighting for longer than they should have. But Caspian had never minded.

When they met up each day, Caspian refused to discuss anything about the past, or his father's death. He still could not bring himself to, but his father no longer pushed him, accepting it silently. However, Caspian didn't doubt that he would expect an answer, one day. It was easier for now, not having to talk about anything, and to be able to focus on the fight.

It was nice not to have to think on anything, either. He had withdrawn from most interactions, and now that Aspen would not speak to him, he was more of a recluse than ever. There was no more long conversations or company to look forward to, and he almost wondered whether one could grow rusty from not conversing enough. His mood had been more sour than ever, as well, unable to comprehend why Aspen would push him away and ask for 'space' from him, whatever that even meant. It seemed to be a mundane term, one that the Unseelie did not use. Once someone made a promise, there was no breaks or space from it, and he did not understand. In fact, he was not sure of anything, after how they had left it.

The fight at least helped to distract him. There was only his staff and his father's longsword and cuts and blows and blocks. It was all instinctive, and he didn't need to think too much at all.

A bruise already coloured his cheek from where the pommel of his father's longsword had clipped it, and they both had a number of smaller cuts, but nothing bad. Circling him, his father did not dare to get too close, with the reach of Caspian's staff. He still fought in a similar way to before, as if by some instinct ingrained in him. But occasionally, he managed to catch Caspian off guard with a different manoeuvre that he could only guess was influenced by the Hunt. Their fights were close every time, and sometimes there was no winner, for they were too evenly matched.

Suddenly, Caspian lunged forward with his staff, trying to catch him off guard, but his father managed to step back and block it, following up with his own strike. Caspian's eyes were alight with anticipation as he used the other end of his staff to deflect the longsword blade. It continued like that for a while - a dance back and forth with a couple of close calls.

Nearing the end of their match, they both grew tired, although neither wanted to admit it. Caspian led with the blunt end of his staff, intending to flip it once his father moved. However, instead of taking a defensive position, his father stumbled over an exposed tree root, falling towards Caspian's blade, instead of moving away. Before Caspian could react, the blade sliced through his father's sleeve and into his arm. Realising, Caspian pulled it away quickly, the blade stained with some blood. Caspian stared as his father drew a hand away from his sword to hold over it, putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

Caspian swore under his breath. "You should get that looked at," he said, inhaling quickly and inexplicably feeling a little sick.

"It's fine. A cut like that won't kill me," his father said, playing it off, as if it was nothing was wrong.

Caspian did not find it amusing however, trying to force away the image of his father laying on the battlefield. "I don't care. Just go now. Please."

His father gave him an odd look as if he was overreacting, and deep down he knew that he was. But he couldn't stop himself, unable to calm his fear. However, his father finally obliged, sliding his sword back into his sheath, and tearing some fabric off to wrap around his arm in the meantime. "I'll see you next time," he said, as he turned away.

"Yeah. Next time," Caspian agreed, although his words were distracted, as he watched him leave.

~~ Kellan, Grace and Zach ~~

At the sound of the door opening, Kellan resisted the urge to rise to his feet. Staying where he was sitting by the window, his gaze moved to meet them. Grace walked in first, followed by Zach, and an unfamiliar warlock. Kellan scanned the latter, able to tell his species by the brown horns poking up from his white hair. He instantly felt nervous, wondering why they would bring a stranger in.

Taking a vial with some blue liquid contained inside it from the warlock, Grace walked forward towards him, slowly. Her eyes contained a myriad of emotions - from nervousness to excitement, to hopefulness. Bending down, she brought herself eye level with him. "Kellan…" She said, swallowing. "We really need you to take this. It would be better if you could drink it for us. We don't want to have to force you."

His gaze flickered from the vial, before returning to hers, as if trying to read her. "... What will it do?" he asked, cautiously. He wondered whether they wanted to put him to sleep to move him, or something of the like.

Grace hesitated, glancing back at Zach briefly. It seemed she was struggling with whether to tell the truth. "It might not work, but… If it does, it might bring back your memories from before you died."

Surprise flickered across his expression, before he hid it. Past memories would complicate things, undoubtedly. He was quiet for a long moment, as he pondered over it. He was already conflicted about his Shadowhunter heritage, and he did not know what this would mean for him. He wouldn't be able to take it back, if he went through with it. But she and Zach looked so hopeful, and he knew that it was something they had to try.

"If this doesn't work, then you have to stop," he said, quietly. "You can't keep trying to bring someone back from the dead. But those memories can still live on in your head."

Grace gave a slight nod, and she bit her lip, as if trying to hold in her emotions. She seemed to sense his hesitance. "Please, Kellan."

His heart beat almost painfully fast in his chest as he reached out to take the vial. Pulling off the small cork, he smelt it subtly, not able to detect any kind of poisons. If anything, it smelt pleasant - fresh and crisp, like the smell of grass after it had rained.

Raising the vial to his lips, he swallowed it all, before lowering it. His mouth tingled, and goosebumps raised on his arms, finding it a strange feeling. The vial slipped from his fingers to the ground, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he slumped back against the wall.

ooOoo

Exhaling shakily, Grace tried to reach forward to catch Kellan's head before it could hit the wall, and she looked back at the warlock, Percy, with an accusing glare. "What just happened? You said it was safe. Is he going to be okay?"

Percy walked further into the room, coming closer to observe him. "This is normal - the brain has to process all of the memories. It's a lot to take in. Just give him some time."

Zach walked over with a worried frown, bending down to pick Kellan up, holding him carefully in his arms, his breath stirring his hair. Grace couldn't help but notice how slight Kellan looked in comparison, and pale, and she hoped he had been eating. Zach moved to set him gently on the bed, before sitting on the edge, beside him.

"And will all of the memories come back?" Grace asked, looking back at Percy again.

"Like I've said before, it is hard to know how the mind will take it. It might process some things now, while other, more repressed memories may come back slower, at a later date. It may not be instantaneous," Percy explained, watching on.

Nodding, Grace lay down on the bed beside Kellan, brushing some red curls from his face, gently. His eyes seemed to be moving behind his eyelids, and his expression flickered every so often, not staying still on one thing. Zach gave her a slight smile, as if in reassurance. Propping her head on her hand, she watched him, waiting for when he would wake up, not wanting to miss it.

Percy cleared his throat, before moving to loosen his scarf, and lean against the wall. It seemed Kellan had gone into a deep sleep, and he knew he should stay to make sure everything went alright. While he had done some testing on regaining lost childhood memories, this was a whole different situation. But the faerie still had the same brain, and Percy figured that the memories must be there, but repressed by either the shock of dying, or the Hunt's magic. All he had to do was draw them out, to the surface. In any case, he knew what it was like to lose a mother, and he could only imagine what it was like to lose a sibling. He could not blame them for wanting their brother back.

It was not until the early hours of the morning that Kellan stirred. Grace sat up quickly, her attention focusing back on him. "...Kellan?" she said, a questioning tone to her voice.

Kellan opened his eyes, blinking slowly, before scanning her for a moment. Sitting up as well, he raised a hand to his head briefly, as if he had a headache. He stared at her for a moment longer, and she felt like she couldn't breathe, wondering whether it had worked, or whether it had gone awfully wrong.

Finally, he reached for her, drawing her in towards him for a hug. "Gracie," he whispered, and she lost her composure, throwing her arms around him and sobbing into his shoulder. It was him - she was sure of it. He held her tightly, like he always used to when she was upset, and he looked over at Zach, saying his name and giving him a smile as well, to invite him over. Zach shifted closer to join in the hug, and it was the first time that things had felt right again. Her sobs turned into a laugh which seemed to bubble up out of nowhere, and she couldn't help it, feeling an almost shuddering sense of relief. "We've missed you," she managed to say once she'd regained some breath, and she noticed Percy slip out of the room, to give them some privacy.

Eventually, Zach pulled back, quickly wiping his eyes and regaining his usual composure. Kellan stroked her hair gently, like he used to when she was younger, before he lowered his hand, and she pulled back.

She had thousands of questions and things she wanted to say to him - usually she was the first to speak, as well - but for once she was speechless. Zach however, spoke up, as if looking for some kind of confirmation that they were not imagining it. "Do you… remember?"

Kellan's gaze lingered on Grace, before shifting to rest on Zach. "There are too many things to count that I feel like I need to sort through in here," he said, tapping the side of his head lightly with his fingers. "And everything is muddled and messy."

He looked as if he was about to continue, and Grace did not dare speak yet, not wanting to miss anything.

"But… I remember."