A/N: Hello Hart fans. This story was inspired by the episode where Jonathan loses his memory. I'm not sure how far it will go. I am also working on wrapping up The Agency so stay tuned…
The road was slick, his car went out of control…then everything went black…
She paced back and forth in the waiting area frantic with worry. Not hearing anything was driving her insane. A million images ran through her mind and all she knew was that her husband lay in the hospital and no one would tell her anything. What would she do without him? He was her life. She could lose her writing and he could lose his money but losing each other was unimaginable. In all the years and all the escapades it had never been quite like this. They had always managed to survive whatever they got into. But could they survive this? What if the worst that could happen did happen?
"Mrs. H." Max said from his seat, "You really should sit down. Pacing won't make the doctor come out here any faster."
She stopped and looked over at him, her eyes betraying her fear, "Oh Max, I can't sit. I can't rest until I know he's alright…or know something."
"I know but they said it could be a long time before the surgery is over." Max reminded her
As she was about to sit down the doctor approached them, "Mrs. Hart."
"Yes, Doctor." She and Max both approached him, "This is our friend, Max."
"I'm Doctor Schmidt. I've been working on your husband in the ER." He explained, "He's stable but unconscious. I set his broken leg and we got his punctured lung inflated and he is breathing on his own for now. But we won't know if there is any real brain damage until he wakes up and the swelling goes down. Considering the accident, he's very lucky."
"When can I see him?" She asked
"You really should wait until morning." He replied, "Why don't you both go home and get some rest."
"I don't want to leave him…" She began
"Mrs. H. there's nothing you can do." Max said, "Let's go home."
They went home but neither could really sleep. Max and Freeway watched television until the wee hours of the morning. Jennifer tossed and turned all night in a fitful sleep with images of their life together running through her mind as if the memories were running away from her and she was trying desperately to catch them.
"After all the trouble we've been through you want to marry me?"
"I'm sure we won't get into trouble on a weekly basis."
"But you live in Los Angeles and I have an apartment in New York."
"I don't want your apartment. I want you."
"All my clothes are in New York."
"They have nice clothes in Los Angeles."
"What will I tell my father?"
"Tell him someone loves you you're getting married."
She reached out instinctively to his side of the bed, awaking when she found it empty. Tears slid down her cheeks.
Jennifer sat by Jonathan's bed the entire next day and Max only left to get them something to eat and that was with great reluctance. Neither wanted to be away in case he woke up but by almost eight he was still unconscious. Max had excused himself to get them some coffee and when he returned he could hear Jennifer talking to Jonathan. She gently took his hand and held it.
"My darling, I don't know if you can hear me but I'm here and I'm not going anywhere until I know you're alright. I love you so much and I've never been so frightened. I guess I shouldn't let you know that but we've always told each other everything and we don't hide our feelings. So why start now?" She laughed slightly, "The doctors say they won't know if you're really alright until you wake up. You have a broken leg, a punctured lung but you hit your head pretty hard and there is some swelling. I prayed last night that if God gave you back to me I would never ask him for another thing. I know we shouldn't bargain with Him but I've never come this close to losing you."
Max finally came into the room, "Here you are, Mrs. H."
Without taking her eyes off Jonathan she took the cup, "Thanks, Max."
Max felt so terribly helpless. The two people who meant the world to him were in turmoil. He couldn't do anything to make Jonathan better and Jennifer was practically inconsolable. He couldn't imagine his life without 'Mr. H'. They were as close as any father and son would be and Jonathan knew he wouldn't be where he was if it wasn't for Max. He was just a street punk when Max found him and helped him get straightened out, finish high school and go to college. Max never had a family of his own and he felt a father's pride at the amazing success Jonathan had accomplished and that he had found someone like Jennifer.
You're perfect together, like Romeo and Juliet, Gable and Lombard, Bacon and Eggs. She's the best thing that ever happened to us.
Jennifer was still holding Jonathan's hand, lost in reverie, when she felt a slight squeeze and she looked up and saw Jonathan's eyes beginning to flutter.
"Max, get the doctor." She said, 'I think he's waking up."
Max quickly exited the room and Jennifer started talking to Jonathan again, "Darling, can you hear me? I'm right here."
"Mmm." He muttered
"Mrs. Hart." The doctor entered the room with Max behind him
"Oh, Doctor." She replied, "I think he's coming around."
Dr. Schmidt moved to the bed and began to examine Jonathan, "Mr. Hart, can you hear me?" He checked his eyes
"Who are you?" Jonathan mumbled
"I'm Dr. Schmidt." He said, "I operated on you last night. You had quite an accident."
"Darling, how do you feel?" Jennifer asked
"I…I don't know." He replied
"His still probably a little disoriented, Mrs. Hart." Dr. Schmidt advised, "Just give him some time." He turned to Jonathan, "Mr. Hart, we need to take you down for a brain scan soon."
"Darling, are you hungry? Do you want some water?" She asked
"I…um, water I guess." He managed
"I'll get it Mrs. H." Max offered and left the room
"Max will be right back." She said, "We are both so relieved that you're alright."
"Who?" Jonathan asked
"Who what, Darling?"
"Who are you?"