A Fight to Remember

S'nice Way to Wake Up Pt. 2

After awhile, Derek fell asleep again. But I couldn't.. I didn't want to. Carefully sliding out of bed, I stumbled about the trailer, searching for clothes.

This is humiliating on so many levels...

Why don't you come back down here and we'll pick up where we left off?

You know what, we don't have to do the thing...

I'm gonna go upstairs and take a shower, and when I get back... you won't be here, so goodbye... um-

Derek.

Derek. Right. Meredith.

Meredith... Nice meeting you.

Coffee, I needed coffee. I dug up the tin we found earlier and scooped a few tablespoons to start a pot. While it percolated, I stared at the Derek shaped lump in the bed. Holy crap, fairytales. I believed in them now.

The pot sputtered it's last drop, and I picked it up, pouring the hot caffineated elixer into my cup. A shadow outside the window caught my eye however, and I opened the door. Who could it possibly be?

"Meredith!" Amelia exclaimed, clutching her hand to her heart. "You scared me!"

Just as surprised as she- I stood there, mute with shock. Amelia? What was she doing here? How did she know- Wait- did she know-? I stepped out of the trailer, the door rattling closed behind me.

"I just got off the phone with Bailey," she explained, peering past me into the window of the trailer. "He's alive?" she asked, her voice warbling with barely contained emotion. "He's here?"

I managed a nod, not ready yet to share him. Amelia stepped toward the door but I blocked her. "He's sleeping," I said, and naked... "And Amelia-"

"-He has amnesia. Bailey told me," Amelia sidestepped me to try and get in again, and I practically hipchecked her. "Hey, c'mon, that's my brother..." she started, and then she looked at me strangely.

"What?" I demanded. My husband was naked inside, and he had amnesia. I wasn't about to let my sister-in-law barge in and catch him off guard.

"Oh my God, You had sex!"

Heat spread over my cheeks as I blushed. How does she do that? Does she have post-coital radar or something?

"More than once," Amelia grinned slyly. "Hot trailer sex! Mere!"

"I-we-" I stuttered, feeling like a teenager. "It's none of your business!" I snapped.

Amelia just smiled, the crowsfeet around her Derek-blue eyes crinkling. "I know... I'm just, I'm happy for you, that's all." She tucked her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and rocked on her heels. "You're lucid..."

"Yeah..." and I wondered if she knew what this meant. What it really meant. "For now."

She simply nodded, absorbing this new reality. "So does he remember me?" she asked finally.

I shook my head, no. "I told him he had a sister, though. He seemed excited to meet you. I think... some of it is coming back so..." I shrugged. I didn't really have any answers for her. Looking up, I saw her eyes watering as her facade started to crack, and I couldn't keep her away any longer. "Come in," I held the door open for her. "Just stay... over there." I whispered.

She followed me in and I scooped up Derek's clothes from off the floor. I gestured to the kitchen table and chair before heading to the bed. He'd sprawled out in my absence, his hand resting on the pillow where my head would've been. The bed creaked as I sat down beside him, cradling the bundle of clothing in my lap. "Derek," I stroked his cheek. "Derek... wake up."