Author: skylark336 PM
Julia Buchanan is Jess Brennan's daughter she had in high school, but when Mitch's plan to kidnap Jess in the 2009/10 story line along with Rex's baby and in this ff's case Julia leaves her with no memory at all will she ever find her way home from the chop shop in Dayton, Ohio where Mitch is paying off Eddy Ford to hide her? James Ford/OCRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - James & Jessica B. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 9,448 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 11-18-12 - Published: 08-08-12 - id: 8408355
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Sorry for the delay! Happy early Thanksgiving- hopefully I'll be able to update before then!
Hope you like it! Thanks for everything!
"I'm sorry, what?" James replied in disbelief.
Julia let out a sigh. "I didn't realize you were going to be this difficult. I really need your help." Julia looked up to James with utter sincerity. "I know this is probably pretty awkward for you. I mean, you just met me, and now I'm a totally different person: I have a family, a life, and all these memories with all these people. Even my name is different." Julia paused with a deep breath. "My point is that I understand this is weird for you- I may be brain damaged, but I'm not stupid- but you're the only person I trust. I know we haven't known each other for a long time, but it pretty much spans my entire memory, so it's a big deal to me. That's why I need your help and no one else's."
James looked to Julia bridging the gap between the spoiled rich girl he imagined Julia Buchanan being and the girl he ran away from Ohio with. Maybe there was still a piece of the girl from the chop shop in Julia. "I can help you. I'm just not sure what you really need my help with."
"James, thank you so much." Julia squeezed his hand out of excitement. "I just," Julia searched for words, "you're the only person who knows this surgery did nothing to bring my memory back, and I'd like to keep it that way."
"You want me to keep the fact that a medical procedure did not fulfill its purpose and by doing that help you lie to your family. Why?" James asked.
"I don't want to cause them anymore problems. I've already been enough of a burden on all of them. I mean you should have seen the look on their faces when they saw me. They were so relieved and happy, and I felt nothing- but guilt for feeling nothing at all."
"Okay, I don't necessarily think this is a good idea, but I'll help."
"Thank you! And you don't need to worry because I have a plan." Julie looked to James with a smirk.
"This is going to be good. Let's hear it."
"I have diaries and scrapbooks- I heard some of my family talking about it. All I need to do is relearn my life."
"I hate to burst your bubble," James started but Julia cut him off.
"Then don't. I didn't lose total mental capacity: I can still remember my multiplication tables, the pledge of allegiance, how to factor a polynomial, and tons of other things I had to have learned at some time."
"Your point being?" James looked to her doubtfully.
"If I could learn all of those things once and still remember it a brain injury later, relearning my life shouldn't be too bad. It's like AP Euro. But instead the history of Europe, it's the history of Julia."
James finished processing what he'd just heard. "So you're planning on memorizing the memories you're supposed to have as if those scrapbooks and diaries were textbooks?"
"Basically, it's brilliant, don't you think? And what's worst thing that could happen? It all falls through and I have to talk to a shrink or something-that's it."
"Yeah, it sounds great." James said discreetly sarcastic. "But, Julia," James called out trying to refocus the girl in the hospital bed.
"You should probably see a shrink either way." He said half-jokingly.
""Yeah, I probably should," Julia smiled, "but I probably won't." Her smile grew bigger. "So now, you just have to get these diaries and scrapbooks. The scrapbooks will probably be easiest, and that's okay. I don't need all my inner thoughts and feelings right away."
"Of course I do." James said. "And how do you want me to get these things? I can't just break into your house and take them."
"Sure you can. You ran away from your father with an amnesiac, James Ford; you can do anything."
James looked to her without words: she's beautiful, he thought, but I think she'd be this crazy with or without the brain trauma.