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 Past, Present, Future

I walked into the kitchen, starving and desperately in need of coffee. This was my third attempt at trying to make it downstairs. The first time I’d woken up, I’d tossed on one of Clark’s plaid shirts and he immediately proceeded to take it off. The second time, he’d joined me in the shower. After that, I needed another nap and, now, I was finally able to make it down fully clothed and in one piece. It was about noon, so it technically wasn’t breakfast time, but I saw that Clark had set aside a plate of eggs, bacon and pancakes for me. And there was a fresh pot of coffee on the counter.

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 A Once and Future Thing

Dr. Hamilton walked into the room, flipping through my chart. He didn’t even bother to look up while he asked, “Ms. Lane, I’m surprised to see you. I thought you were seeing the neurologist on Monday.”

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 Your Type (Really???)

The morning started out pretty uneventfully. Clark’s plan didn’t really work, because I didn’t wake up in his bedroom all magically recovered. In fact, for the first few minutes, it took me a while to remember I wasn’t eighteen and crashing at his place. I kind of expected Mrs. Kent to be coming in and telling me to get up and eat breakfast before it got too cold. Then, I remembered, and I got up to take a quick shower (it had to be quick since Clark had used up all the hot water).

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 Denial, Anger, & Bargaining (a.k.a. Three Stages of Dealing with Amnesia)

When I woke up, I felt groggy and disoriented. After a second, I opened my eyes and saw the familiar surroundings of my Talon bedroom and wondered why something felt off. Still shaking off the last traces of sleep, I realized there was a heavy arm thrown over my waist and when I shifted, I saw that I shared the bed with someone.

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Exes and Ohs!

I stood in the elevator, trying to calm my frazzled nerves. After a bit of discussion, Clark and I had decided we weren’t going to tell anyone that I’d lost my memories. Rather, I had decided and he had, reluctantly, agreed to go along with the plan. Now that I was actually faced with going in the DP bullpen and pretending everything was okay, I was starting to have my doubts. Suddenly, I felt Clark catch my hand, his fingers clasped around my own in a reassuring manner. I glanced down and then back up at him. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to squeeze it more tightly or if I wanted to let go. After a second, the decision was taken out of my hands, because the doors the elevators slid open and I almost tripped over my heels in an effort to get the day over with as quickly as possible.

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