Chapter 21

Adam’s medical training took control as he noticed the slightly unfocused and dazed look in the rock star’s eyes. Concussions and amnesia varied from person to person. He knew that sometimes a person would be alright within hours and that sometimes it took days or longer. A person could have memory return all at once or piece-meal. It never was the same. He instinctively reached over to steady Jon as the man started to sway. “Hey Rock Star you need to sit down a moment, let that brain of yours rest before you bloody well cave on us.”

Jon shook his head, his eyes clearing slowly as he slowly released Amelia and fumbled for a bar stool. As he turned his eyes flitted over the mirror behind the bar, then stopped and looked at his reflection intently. What he saw wasn’t how he remembered himself; he looked so well, old. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath centering himself; struggling to make sense. Before he could draw another a sharp pain buzzed between his ears and down his spine causing him to place both hands to his temples and rub. “Dammit, what’s wrong with me?” He opened his eyes slowly, the pain and confusion evident in dull blue eyes.

Just as Jon had moaned with the sharp pain, two immortal heads had turned their gazes towards the door, a taunt tension mounting between them. As they saw who entered, the tension flowed away from both of them. “Bloody hell Mac, announce yourself better next time,” a rather huffy Adam proclaimed as the tall Scotsman entered and made his way to the bar.

Duncan MacLeod, or Mac to his friends, smiled at Adam and Amelia. “What a fine surprise seeing you both here today. What’s going on?” His gaze turned to the man whose face was registering a reaction he had seen too many times. “Is he?”

“Yes Mac, he is and to top that off he cant remember his name, he’s famous to hell and back, you might even recognize him if you try hard enough.” Adams voice trailed off as Mac turned to study the man, recognition filtering through his brain swiftly. “He’s THAT guy?”

Adam snorted. “Yeah he’s THAT guy, can’t you tell it by looking at her?” MacLeod turned and watched as Amelia whispered softly to the man at the bar, easing him through the initial pain of his new immortal radar. Adam continued to update MacLeod on all that happened as she continued to gentle Jon into a better frame of mind.

Jon looked into Amelia’s eyes, his pain dulled eyes slowly focusing and returning more to the present day. “You introduced yourself as Amelia, but I just saw a memory, I KNOW it was a memory and you were Jacqui. I can remember you and Richie; it’s not just a figment of my brain trying to put things where nothing exists right? Why do I remember you and nothing else? Not all this family and kids I have, all this other life, my brain remembers you, why?”

“I don’t know Jon, I really don’t. We’ll figure all that out best we can. Adam thinks you have a concussion and amnesia. With that it just takes rest and time. You’ll probably remember sooner than later.” She didn’t want him to remember, she wanted to take him to some far off distant non populated place and have her Jon back; was tempted to do just that, but too many loved him. She absent mindedly began to caress his neck and shoulders, attempting to soothe away the stress. “There’s so much to talk about Jon, but most of it can wait until you get your memory back. Hell by then you’ll probably hate me enough so that it won’t matter either way.” Turning to Joe she quietly asked if they could use his couch in the office and got an affirmative nod.

Pulling Jon to his feet she quickly led him to the office, wanting him to rest. If he could just sleep for a few maybe some things would right themselves in his mind. He simply couldn’t arrive in New Jersey acting like a twenty-five year old man who was in love with her, that wouldn’t be the greatest of things to happen. She didn’t care what the wife would say, hell that woman deserved to be beat considering, but the kids were innocent by-standers and they didn’t deserve to have their world thrown into turmoil.

Within short order she had gotten him as comfortable as possible on the couch and turned to leave, only to find herself pulled down on top of his way too delectable body. His hands began to roam over her back, an easy familiarity to each movement. She tried to push her way off, muttering about how it was wrong for him to be doing what he was doing, but each brush of his fingers would drive a little bit more of her reserve away.

“Have I mentioned how much I want you Jac.., I mean Amelia? God that’s confusing.” he said as he nuzzled her neck. “I remember you, how you feel, how your scent always drove me wild. I remember you how you felt beside me and beneath me. I don’t remember yet, what drove us apart, all I know is that you feel so right where you are.” His teeth skimmed over her collar bone causing her breath to hitch as her body began to tremble. She moaned softly as one of his hands crept up under her blouse as the other dipped lightly beneath the waist of her jeans, teasing the skin they found along the way.

“We can’t do this Jon; you have a family, kids and a wife. They’re expecting you home.” She tried valiantly to throw cold water on his actions and her responses, tried to ignore the fires he was lighting deep down to her bones. “You can’t show up at home touting a girl friend, you’re known as a family man.”

His voice whispered over his skin as he continued to nibble her neck. “Don’t care, Let them all rot, I want ya babe.” He turned slightly fitting her into his side on the couch, his blue eyes capturing hers. “You both told me immortals couldn’t have kids right? Way I figure it that means this wife you keep pushing on me has been lying through her teeth for a whole lotta years, made a mockery of what is true and right in a relationship.” His head tilted forward to catch her lips in a searing kiss before continuing. “So why the fuck should I care about her? I remember you, how your body sang beneath me...”

His hand casually snapped the buttons on her jeans and slide back under the denim, reaching for and finding the dampness of her core. “Tell me you don’t want me babe, and I’ll stop, just tell me you don’t want me.”

Her passion soaked eyes looked into his eyes darkened with need and knew she couldn’t tell him that. She whispered softly, regret tingeing her voice, “I never could say that Jonny, but there are people to consider. Maybe not the wife, but those kids have only known you as daddy, and you might not remember, but you love them just the same.”

His finger slid home, followed quickly by another, pumping into her inner core with a slowness that denied the heat of their need. “Kids I can handle, the wife doesn’t matter. Don’t remember her, don’t think I wanna. Need me like I need you Angel, bring me home,” the words almost a plea in his voice as his head dipped again to slowly blaze a trail of kisses from her lip to collar bone.

Her eyes closed as time fell away. He had said that to her so many times; called it coming home; and she wanted that more than breathing. Soft sighs echoed from her lips as he slowly peeled denim down over quivering legs before moving to push her blouse up and over her shoulders. Strong teeth nibbled from collar to breast, before attaching themselves to first one nipple then the other, suckling gently before whispering a breath over each one.

Somewhere in the fire that was licking at her consciousness she felt her hands moving his t-shirt off of his muscular chest as her fingernails stroked lightly over the fur there before tweaking a nipple gently. Hearing his groan her hand slowly slid further, first unbuttoning then slowly reaching inside the jeans he had on. As her hand wrapped around his hardened member, she marveled at how soft it felt, yet like steel. With a bemused look in her eyes she felt his hand tugging at his jeans, pushing them from his legs. Nudging her with one knee, he slipped between her legs and slowly began to thrust against her, not attempting to enter her, but to tease her.

She gasped softly as his lips continued to burn a trail of fire to her belly then lower. Unable to touch his hardness her hands tangled into his hair, her body screaming as his tongue slid like silk over her drenched lips to finally suckle on her clit. Within moments she was close to screaming as he lifted his head and begin to kiss his way back up. As his lips touched hers again he thrust against her, his hardness sliding deep within her. Her moan hummed against his tongue as he began to pump within her, his pace slow but sure.

They lost themselves in the rocking of hardness to moist wet tightness as his pace quickened, her soft humming moans driving him to distraction. Her nails traced a wicked line along his spine, causing him to thrust even deeper within her. His thrusts raced faster as he felt his sac tightening, Holding himself up with just one hand he reached to flick her clit with a finger, causing a soft scream to undulate from her lips. Tipping his lips closer to her ears he whispered softly, “come home with me Angel, and come home.”

Thrusting deeper he felt her tighten against his hardness, pulling him in as she cried his name like a prayer, her nails dug deep into his ass as she splintered into nothingness. At that Jon spiraled into nothingness as his juices flowed and coated her tightness. Panting slightly he slowly lowered himself beside her and pulled her into a tight hug. With a soft heated breath he nuzzled her neck, knowing that whatever came he had found home again and he wasn’t going to let it go.

Feeling secure for the first time in twenty years, Amelia drifted to sleep in the arms of the one man who had always left her shaking. Whatever happened she wouldn’t lose it again. They would handle all the problems, but she was home.

Out in the bar Joe, Adam and Duncan’s conversation and slowed. Knowing he had tabs to total up Joe excused himself and slowly made his way to the office door. Before he had the door fully open he just as quickly had it closed and limped his way back over to the bar. “Tabs can wait.” He muttered as he picked up a drink and downed it quickly.

Adam and Duncan glanced at the old man curiously. “Why’d you come back so quick Joe?” Joe looked at Adam, a wry look in his eyes as if to say do you REALLY wanna know? Duncan looked at the old watcher strangely.

Adam’s eyes widened, “they weren’t, they didn’t?”

Joe simply nodded as Adam began to laugh. “I’ll never ever take a nap on that couch again Joe.”

“Don’t blame ya buddy, won’t look at it the same way myself ever again.”

Duncan got it, in that second he got it. 400 years was good for something after all.