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Originally written in 2008

His eyes were wide and wild. He panted heavily, still shaking from what just happened. Somehow he got back into the warehouse... but without Caitlin.

"No," he breathed aloud. "NO!!" He closed his eyes, trying desperately to find the power again. But nothing happened. "Dammit!!" He heard something moving and on instinct he sent out a jolt of electrical power. A hand blocked it, and to his great surprise it healed before his eyes.

"What the hell was that, Peter?" a British voice demanded. A man stepped out of the shadows and Peter stared back blankly. He didn't have time for this. He had to get back to Caitlin right away. "I was worried you wouldn't show," the British man continued, drawing closer and reaching out a hand to Peter.

"Get away from me," the amnesiac snapped, recoiling. "I have to find Caitlin. She's trapped." He closed his eyes but he couldn't calm himself down. He was frantic with worry. Peter had no idea where Caitlin could be or what could be happening to her. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

He felt a warm hand on his shoulder. The mysterious man was touching him, looking at him with gentle compassion. "What happened to her? Tell me."

"I don't have to tell you anything," Peter retorted angrily. "I don't even know you." The hand pulled back, and the mysterious man frowned slightly.

"It's me, Adam." Peter stared thoughtfully at the man. So this was the Adam who wrote him the note? The man's voice was soothing and Peter felt he should know this man, like he felt about the woman claiming to be his mother. But he couldn't remember.

"I'm sorry. I don't remember you." Those words seemed to upset Adam a lot. He could almost feel the man's disappointment. "I'm sorry," Peter said awkwardly. "Were we close?"

"Yes," Adam replied. "Peter, the Company must have wiped your memory when we were separated. You have my power so you could heal if you wanted. Just concentrate."

Peter didn't know what to say. He had rejected his past before, choosing not to open the box that contained his identity. And even when he did that didn't change his attachment to Caitlin. Nothing would change what he went through those days; he doubted humoring this man would make any difference. He closed his eyes and concentrated.

Adam watched him, remembering to keep his thoughts closed off. This was all just as he suspected. Nothing outside of total memory loss could have kept Peter from meeting with him. Peter opened his eyes and Adam knew from the empath's expression that he was back.

"I remember," he said. "I remember everything."

"Thank god." Adam put his arms around the empath, holding him gently. He felt Peter hesitate before returning the gesture. That was not an encouraging sign. Adam pulled back. He didn't have to read minds to know the uncertainty in his young friend. "I believe I owe you something," Adam purred, bending down to kiss the empath. But Peter pushed him away.

"Caitlin's trapped in the future. I have to go back to get her. It's my fault she was trapped there." Peter was conflicted with warring emotions. He remembered how attracted he was to Adam, but he couldn't forget about Caitlin either. He didn't want to let either of them down. And he knew Adam was upset about Peter rejecting him.

"All right," Adam said gently, running his fingers through the younger man's hair. "We'll save her together." This was a lie. Caitlin could stay trapped as far as Adam was concerned, but he had to say something to soothe Peter. "But going back to the future is too risky. We will fix the present, and that will help save Caitlin in the future."

"Thanks, Adam. I don't know what I'd do without you." Adam smiled, continuing to gently pet the empath.

It looked like the plan was back on track.


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