Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt: Hunter x OC

Clarification

Hunter watched as the ship disappeared into the clouds, feeling its jump to hyperspace as he stared after it in utter disbelief. He couldn't get to Tech's fast enough, mind racing the entire way.

"That is a most fascinating series of events," Tech observed after Hunter had filled him in on the tumult of the last few days.

"That's one way to put it," Hunter grumbled, taking a long drink from his cup of caf. "So, she wasn't lying?"

"I did not detect a single trace of deception. Considering your apparent affinity for attracting supernatural activity on this island, it will likely be a fruitless search for concrete scientific answers."

"I'm not looking for this supernatural stuff."

"I know." Tech skimmed through the data the scanner had recorded, reviewing and confirming what he'd surmised. "Her mind seems entirely convinced of the story she told. There are some odd physiological markers in the parts of her brain responsible for memory. It would appear that she has somehow been reverted to a past state, with absolutely no recollection of any of the events you shared together. It is a neurobiological phenomenon called autobiographical amnesia."

"You're sure?"

"There is no other possibility. If there were, I would likely have some inkling and would be able to follow the trail to a solid conclusion. But, as it stands, the semi-sentient island seems to have freed you entirely from any potential repercussions or further concerns."

"I don't believe it..."

"Hunter," Tech said, slightly exasperated now. "It is not the first time we have seen inexplicably mystical occurrences, both here and in the galaxy at large. I would advise that you consider it a wonderfully fortuitous part of your narrative and proceed as usual."

"Better than any of the alternatives," he said darkly, having considered every possible way to neutralize the threat that she represented, some of which were decidedly more gruesome than he felt comfortable with.

"Indeed. It is wildly convenient. This island seems to be quite useful in your story."

"Guess so."

"The only additional matter at hand is any remaining interaction between you and Lyra."

Hunter took a deep breath, his rich brown eyes fixed in a distant gaze out the window.

* * *

The door swung open shortly after the gentle knock, and Lyra beamed when she saw Hunter, then quickly adjusted it into a smaller, more acceptable smile. She ushered him in, having dressed in her usual attire – a loose, beige dress made of linen and a knitted cardigan over it, although this time the sweater was a blush pink color that gave her a more feminine look. A litany of drool-worthy smells filled his nose as they arrived in the kitchen, the counters strewn with nearly every cooking tool she owned, and she rested her backside against the counter, regarding him meekly.

"Apparently I like to cook when I'm stressed," she confessed with a self-effacing chuckle. "You hungry?"

"I wasn't before I walked in," he rumbled, gaze moving from the baked goods cooling on a rack near the window to the large pan on the stove with a savory scramble steaming in it. She smiled, moving at once to put a kettle on and fetch some plates.

"So uh... What the heck happened?" She couldn't wait a moment longer to hear the rest of the story.

"Tech is absolutely positive that she somehow reverted to her life a few years ago. She's completely convinced that she was here on vacation, never met us before, has no idea who we are, and was content to go back to her freelance journalist job based out of Coruscant. Apparently she still has an apartment there, and GNN allows her to come and go instead of requiring a steady presence, so it will be unbelievably effortless for her to just slip back into life there."