(at least a year before movie

(at least a year before movie. AU later on) Jack comes back to visit Evelyn, and this visit could ultimately change the course of his life. (Tagline: 'Cause you know we'll make it through)

See? I told you another chapter was coming up quickly! And this one's longer. So, we're kind of jetting through quickly, but trust me, it's worth it.

DISCLAIMER: Still no own.

Keep Holding On

Chapter 5 – Haunted

April 5th found them in Wichita, Kansas. So far, they'd made it from Seattle, Portland, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Phoenix, and Kansas City. Now, Imaginary had even been featured in a magazine article, which was also comprised of a small section on the couple. Jamie smiled, clapping in beat with the drumming provided by Andy; unfortunately, her head pounded along with every hit of the drumstick. She'd never experienced a headache like this before; she went towards the door, pausing when stopped by James.

"Hey, where are you going?" James inquired.

"I've got a headache; going to get some fresh air."

James smiled as Jamie opened the door. As it slammed behind her, she took in a deep breath of the rain scented air, the sound of the large droplets of rain pounding the streets. It was a very calming sound. Jamie took a few steps out, letting the rain soak into her clothing, hair, and skin. She'd really come out of her shell through the past 6 tour stops; she was smiling, even laughing, her personality had really shown through. Even her bruises and cuts were disappearing, one by one, taking some of the memories of the past abuse with them. The door slammed shut again loudly; Jamie turned around, and was afraid and unhappy at who had come out.

"What? You're not happy to see me?" the roadie took his hat off, hair falling out, revealing who it truly was under that hat all the time.

"What are you doing here?" Jamie asked, taking a slightly defensive stance.

"Can't I work on a tour of an internationally acclaimed band?" his voice dripped as if the rain hit it and turned to ice.

"You did this on purpose."

He stepped closer. "Of course I did Jamie."

"Get away from me, Ben."

Ben stepped closer yet again, and again, and then again, grabbing her wrist. "Why should I?"

Jamie looked into his eyes. He nearly began to laugh at the fear in her eyes. "Let go Ben."

"You used to like it when I was like this." He smirked.

"I never did and you knew it."

"Shit, girl; why didn't you just say something?"

"Shut up. You wouldn't have given a damn if I had died at your hands." Jamie could hardly believe that the words were even coming out of her mouth. Before Jack, she never would have even dared to say something like this.

"Well, now we can make amends." He grabbed her other wrist. Jamie tried to pull herself from his grip, but it only resulted in them circling each other. He stepped closer. "Tonight," he laughed evilly, "tonight, I'm going to have fun."

Jamie began to fight harder, crying out loudly, but no one could hear her. Ben grasped her wrists tightly

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Jack, Tim, and Andy came off the stage, the sound of the crowd cheering wildly behind them. It was like a natural high when they came off, even though both bands would be exhausted the next morning. Jack looked around for Jamie, but didn't see her.

"Hey, man," Jack asked one of the roadies, "Have you seen Jamie?"

"She went out the backdoor; had a headache, needed to step out." The roadie continued on, going and setting up the equipment for the band.

"Jack, you notice anything missing?" Tim questioned.

"Other than Jamie?" Andy added.

It took Jack a moment before he realized it. "Shit," he cursed. "Get a few officers," Jack instructed Tim and Andy, without looking. Andy went towards the backstage door where some police officers were; Jack took off to the backdoor, Tim trailing behind.

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"Get off of me!" Jamie cried, "What the hell is wrong with you, Ben?!"

"And after that…" Ben mocked, laughing slightly at the end.

The sentence was never finished. The backdoor flew open, Jack and Tim running out, followed by Andy and the cops. The rain continued to pour, showing no end. One of the cops pulled out his radio and began to shout into it. Tim hit Ben square on in the face, causing him to fall back, away from Jamie. Andy quickly joined Tim in holding back Ben. Jamie turned away from Ben; Jack went closer to her. Jamie took off towards him. Jack wrapped his arms around her; Jamie buried her head in his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking at her.

Jamie nodded, keeping her head in his shoulder. Jack's dark blonde hair and Jamie's blonde were now dark brown, drops of rain dripping off the ends of their hair. Jack could feel Jamie breathing heavily. The sound of sirens filled the air, over the chatter of the police as they attempted to overtake Tim and Andy's jobs.

"Its okay, Jamie," Jack assured her, dropping his head so it was next to her ear. "It's okay; you're safe."

He could feel her breathing become heavier; before he could reassure her again; her body went limp in his arms. The police cars pulled up, as well as an ambulance, with cops and EMTS hopping out of them quickly and rushing towards Ben, Tim, Andy, the cops, Jack, and Jamie. The rain began to pelt harder than before. Jack began to panic as what seemed to be mayhem ensued. Police surrounded Ben, putting his hands in cuffs; EMTS rushed towards Jack and Jamie, followed closely by Tim and Andy. He held her tightly in his arms, not wanting to let go.

"Sir is she alright?" one of the male EMTS asked. Jack continued to stand there, holding her. "Sir?" Jack shook his head, anger threatening to pour over.

"We need to take her to the ambulance," a woman EMT told him. He pretended not to hear them; he wasn't letting her out of his sight again.

"Jack? Are you listening?" Tim asked his voice filled with concern.

"She could die. We need to check her injuries and get her stabilized," the woman tried again.

Jack's grip loosened a little; a few EMTS whisked her away to the ambulance, leaving Jack to watch as it pulled away.

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Jamie could feel bright lights pounding upon her; her wrists felt like…she couldn't put her finger on it, but there was definitely some weight on them. She shifted a little, trying to sit up. Jamie felt someone helping her. Blinking a little, she laid eyes upon her assistant; needless, to say, she was still a little out of it. He smiled at her, leaned over, and briefly kissed her.

"Jack?" she whispered.

He smiled again, pulling a chair from the wall and sitting next to her. "You shouldn't waste too much of your energy." Before she could protest, he leaned forward. "How do you feel?"

Jamie shifted a little. "I guess it feels like someone dropped a brick on my head…and my wrists…" She glanced down; her wrists were wrapped rather heavily in hospital bandages. "That would explain it…" she muttered under her breath.

Jack looked at the ground, slightly uncomfortable. "Do…do you remember what happened?"

She thought for a moment. "Remember…remember what?"

"You don't remember?" his voice became panicked.

"Wait – what happened?"

Jack stood up and stormed outside the door; when he spotted the doctor, his emotions were finally going to be released. "What's wrong with her?"

The doctor looked up from a file. "She's awake?"

"She's awake and she doesn't remember a thing that happened!"

The doctor sat down the file and picked up another and followed Jack back to the room. "Jamie Evans?"

Jamie looked at him, her green eyes filled with confusion and questions. "Yes?"

"I'm Dr. Pace. I'm going to test your memory real quick. What's your full name?"

"Jamie Victoria Evans."

"Your birthday?"

"September 23rd."

"Siblings?"

"One."

"Name?"

"Dylan."

"What do you remember about August 15?"

"Well…" Jack could tell Jamie's memory was fading around that topic. "…Jack's band had a concert…" The doctor looked at Jack; he nodded. "…I'm sorry, I don't remember anything else."

The doctor took a few quick notes. Jack looked at him, his point proven. "Sometimes when traumatic events occur, our brains go to lengths to block them out. However, we can help you regain those memories…"

"No," Jack cut him off. The doctor and Jamie looked at him. "She shouldn't."

Dr. Pace turned back to Jamie. "It's your choice."

"I trust him," Jamie replied, her eyes never leaving Jack.

The doctor nodded and left the room. Jack and Jamie sat in silence. A nurse came in and changed out a bag; still silence. Jamie wanted to know what happened, but if Jack didn't want her to, it had to have been bad. He was right, after all…wasn't he?

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It had been three days since Jamie had woken up and she was finally deemed healthy enough to continue on the tour. Jack helped her down the hallway; both were ready to continue on. The doors flew open to a sea of reporters and photographers began asking and snapping away. Jamie's eyes scanned the crowd quickly, her ears taking in all the questions. Her mind was overrun; she didn't know what she was doing. Jamie turned, as if to turn back and run, but Jack was standing there. Jack caught her in his arms; she buried her head, trying to make it go away.

"Please, no pictures, no questions right now," Jack shouted over the din. People began to part the crowd. It was bodyguards.

"This way," Alex said, guiding them through the aisle made by the bodyguards. Jack kept Jamie close, following Alex into the limo. The door slammed shut and the limo headed for the hotel.

"Are you okay Jamie?" Jack asked her quietly.

She nodded. "I don't know why I did that…it was all I could think to do."

"It'll be okay."

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