A Fight to Remember

Your Choice? It's Simple.

A/N: Get ready for a ride!

Enjoy!

Feburary 2037, Vancouver. Derek

"I've been remembering things," I said to Dr. Spicer as I paced the office. He looked at me over his glasses and raised his brow, prompting me to continue. "I can't always make sense of it... but sometimes something will trigger a memory." Like a kiss. "I think... I think I saw someone I love..."

"Interesting," He said, marking his notebook.

"So... what does this mean? What do I do?" I hadn't been able to sleep properly for weeks. That was partly why I was here. I kept having nightmares.

"Well, there's nothing much for you to do, Chris... except-"

"What?" I asked. Please tell me something, anything. I need to sleep. I need to remember. I need to know what happened.

"Just keep doing what you're doing, keep living life, experiencing things..."

I shook my head. "That's not very helpful!"

Dr. Spicer sighed and put his book down. "I understand this is frustrating, but it seems like your newfound memories are triggered through experience. You diagnosed a man with a head injury and seemed to recall that you understood medicine, you went to a black tie event and relived an intimate moment, you rescued a girl from drowning and recalled doing CPR on someone else, you searched for a plane in the woods and seem to think that maybe you were in a plane crash too."

"I was kissed..." And I remembered another kiss. Another kind of kiss... "It was like an explosion in my brain. I saw her, and I felt... love."

Your choice?

"If that is indeed what you experienced, then it could be that as your mind is processing these things it is opening up pathways to the trauma that caused you to repress your memory."

I sat down on the couch and rubbed my chin thoughtfully. "I got a message from... an acquaintance up north. He wants me to meet some people up in Haida Gwaii... he says they have something for me."

It's simple-

"So..." Dr. Spicer gestured. "Are you going to go?"

Her or me.

"I want to?" I said.

"Why haven't you? I mean, if it was me... I would've gone immediately."

I ran a hand through my curly locks. I had this impending feeling of dread as I thought about the island I'd been stranded on. I absolutely did not want to go back there. I'd buried a dead man there. I woke up to nothingness there. It haunted me. "I... what can they possibly show me?"

"Okay, let's say you don't go. You stay here, continue what you've been dealing with these past few years, plod along in your progress... You may never get your memories back, but at least things are nice and stable right?"

And I'm sure she's really great-

Put like that, it sounded lame. "That's... I don't know... I don't know what I want. If I go there..."

All I can see is a pale thin frame. Lifeless. Dead. A dead body. Is that what they would show me? A rotting corpse? A skeleton?

But-

"Listen, you believe that you loved someone at one time, am I right?"

That kiss. Those lips. Fire. "Yes."

I love you.

"Then, can you imagine the possiblity that this person loved you just as much?" It was as if I'd been slapped. How had I been so self centered? My world tilted on it's axis as I considered the notion.