I know that it has been a long time since Iupdated, and I know that some of you have to be very pissed at me, but my physical therapy, homework, and family have been keeping my rather busy. I had the rest of this story typed, but my computer crashed, so I have to rewrite the whole thing, please be patient.

I am very thankful for all the kind reviews, please keep them coming!


Last Time:

"That's why I can't heal him. The combined power along with the curse is blocking me. If I try to, it could kill Chris, and you." Leo said, looking at Jordan. There was a moan, and Chris shifted. His eyes opened, and he looked up at them.

"Who are you?" He asked, and they all looked at him.


"Who are you?" Chris repeated, looking at Leo; and trying to back farther away from the tall blond man who was standing over him. He looked at the two people standing on either side of him, and knew that he should somehow know them.

The sensation that he should be afraid of the blond haired man kneeling beside him was strong, and he tried to push himself further into the corner of the couch. He knew that he had powers, and where he had grown up; what he had done in his life, his own name, and how old he was, but he had no idea who anyone was.

"What do you mean, who are we?" The tall blond man with green eyes asked him, and he shrunk further into himself.

"Who are you?" He repeated, his tone pleading, and full of fear. He was afraid of these seemingly nice people, and he couldn't figure out why.

"Chris, look at me, and hold my hand." The brown haired girl on his right side said. Her voice was gentle, and he knew that he could trust her; he didn't know why, but there was a connection to her in his soul.

"What are you going to do?" He asked, his eyes flashing with fear as he placed his hands in hers.

"I'm going to try and help you." She said softly, and he shook his head, trying to pull away, but it was too late, and he felt a jerk in the pit of his stomach.


Images flashed through Chris' mind, and he saw little boys running through the park, a little girl sitting beside him at a baseball game. The same girl on the playground at a school, smiling, her two front teeth missing, and a baseball hat turned backwards, over the top of her mid back reaching brown hair.

He saw the same girl at the age of sixteen sitting with him in the sunroom of a big house. This memory seemed very vivid to him, and he was pulled into it.


"Jo, why are you crying sis?" A sixteen year old Chris asked, as he sat down beside his twin in the sunroom of their house.

"Emily, she was in a car accident yesterday." Jordan sobbed, and Chris absently stroked her fallen pieces of hair back behind her ears. He pulled her into a hug, and she sobbed into his shoulder, clenching and unclenching his shirt in her fists.

"I am so sorry Jo, I know she was like a sister to you." Chris soothed, as he held her tight, rubbing circles on her back.

"I don't know what to do." She said, and the tears came a little harder. "Her mother asked me to speak at the service, but I don't know if I can do it. I don't know what to do without her, Kit." Jordan cried, and Chris tightened his hold on her.

"I will help you get through this, and if you can't talk at the service, I am sure that her parents will understand." Chris said, and Jordan nodded into his shoulder, but didn't let go of him.

"Come on Jo, lets go rent a movie, any movie you want, even a chick-flick," he sounded disgusted at the word, and Jordan laughed as he went on, "and we can have a movie night tonight; just the two of us." Chris said, and Jordan lifted her head to look at him.

"That sounds like fun Kit." Jordan said, and Chris nodded, smirking as if he was a genius. He got up, and started to pull her to the door, but her small voice stopped him. "Kit?" She asked, and he turned around to face her.

Her eyes were puffy from crying, and her face wasstill etched with sadness as she whispered, "Thank you, I don't know what I would do without you."

"I'm always here for you Jo, always remember that." He said, and pulled her into a hug before they headed out the door.


"Jo?" He asked, and she smiled, still holding his hands. "I remember you," he said, his voice low, and her smile broadened. He looked around, and his joy turned to fear when he saw everyone else looking at him expectantly.

"But I don't remember them," he whispered, and she nodded, understanding that whatever was going on with her twin was taking a toll on his psyche.

"I know you don't, but they are your family, Kit." Jordan said, her tone soft, and he nodded, trying to feel safe with all of them, but for some reason he only felt safe with the four women who were around him; the two men just scared him, and he didn't know why.

Jordan put her hand on his head, and he felt himself getting tired, the edges of his vision blurring. He should have been afraid, but he wasn't; Chris felt safe and warm, right as everything went black.

TBC


I know it's short, and I know that it has been a very long time, but please review and tell me what you think, and what your ideas are for the next chapters.

Ana