Chapter 7

The Present

“Hey, you alive in there?” A masculine voice ripped Amelia from her reminiscing, and startling her.

“Ah, yes just wool-gathering I suppose. You get enough to eat?” Amelia queried as her attentions were again pulled into the present, and the man sitting before her.

Jon nodded in the affirmative as he stood and took his plate and cup to the sink. His head was still throbbing, almost to the point of nausea, but he forced it back. Turning, he leaned against the counter his blue gaze centered on the mystery in front of him. “Ok babe, now what?”

That was the sixty-four million dollar question wasn’t it? Now what was she going to do with him? Studying him intently she began to speak. “You’re sure you don’t recall what happened to you or who you are?”

Jon shook his head. “No idea babe, I was hoping you could illuminate me.”

“Well, first off my names not babe, its Amelia, and your name is Jon. I’m not totally sure what the hell you were doing out in the middle of nowhere in a snowstorm though.” His quizzical gaze kept her talking. “You are a musician, a singer and writer for that matter, and you have been for a very long time. As far as I know you didn’t have a concert or video shoot announced anywhere near here. Matter of fact, I’m not real sure what you’re doing here at all. Best thing we can do is get you to town and let them figure it all out.

Jon nodded slowly. None of it made sense to him. Even the name she called him didn’t ring a bell. He was screwed and he knew it. Silently he contemplated what she said. None of it really felt right, but he’d have to trust what she said. After all, what else did he have to go on?

Amelia turned and made her way to the living room and over to the front door. With a twist of the knob she pushed and found she couldn’t open the door. She tried again with no luck. Jon wandered in and asked what she was doing. At the huffed reply that she was trying to open the door he came over to help. The door wasn’t stuck exactly, more like it was barred. It took a few minutes of both of them straining to finally get the door opened a bit. That was when Amelia understood the reason behind its stubbornness at opening. Catching a glimpse of what seemed to be a familiar dark haired form that had slumped to the right after being pushed aside; she began to curse under her breath. It was Adam of all people, Adam frozen in a heap in front of her door. Dear God, let him be alive. Adam being dead at this moment in time was just not something she wanted to deal with.

Jon watched a bit startled at the revelation of the body at the door. Just what kind of woman had rescued him for God sakes? He stood there stunned, watching her trying to manhandle the frozen body inside. “Well fuck Jon, don’t just stand there! Help me get him inside,” Amelia panted out. “He’s a damned dead weight and I ain’t the one sporting a superman tattoo!” Jon bent and began helping her pull the body inside. He had a tattoo? What more would he learn this day?

As they settled the body next to the fireplace, Jon couldn’t help but feel for a pulse, and didn’t find one. Oh hell the bugger was dead. He looked up at Amelia, who was busying herself grabbing the blankets and trying to wrap the poor guy up. “Umm babe seems the poor guy is dead. Do you know him?”

Amelia stopped in her tracks, eyes widening as she looked at Jon. Shit, this wasn’t good at all, not at all. What the hell was she gonna do now? She scrambled for something to say and came up blank. Disaster was playing at her doorway begging entrance and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Disaster would have its way. There was no need to ask if he was sure he was dead, he dammit looked dead after all. She couldn’t play it that way. Taking a deep breath and holding it in for a moment she slowly expelled the breath and waited.

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In the next instant a deep shuddering gasp echoed through the room as the supposedly dead man revived, feeling the distinct buzz of two immortal signatures. “Bloody hell now what,” he thought. He had died trying to get into Amelia’s. That’s what he got for trying to check up on his student while a bloody freak blizzard rolled through. As he gathered his wits about him, he faintly heard a feminine muffled sigh, and a rather loud masculine voice yelling “FUCK! YOU WERE DEAD MAN!”

Jon dropped to his knees as a sudden sharp agonizing pain jolted through his head. Breathing deep he willed it to go away, and it stubbornly refused. Groaning Adam knelt and placed his hands on Jon’s face, forcing him to focus on Adam. “Take a deep breath and focus on my eyes man. Realize you aren’t in danger here. Just breathe.” Jon was willing to do anything if it meant the pain would go away. Doing as he was instructed the pain slowly receded. Silent and shaken he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell had happened to him now, and what would happen next.

Adam slowly stood, his hazel gaze taking in the scene around him. Amelia looked every inch of exasperated, but her eyes, those expressive gold flecked green eyes were centered on a very upset Jon. Adam turned, centering his gaze on the man. Adam recognized him immediately, he was older for sure, but it was the same young rock star from 20 years before, only older and a lot more famous, and holding his head in that tell-tale way that screamed baby immortal.

Adam moved over to Amelia as she studied Jon with a helpless look on her face and whispered furiously. “Bloody hell Ammie, didn’t you realize?” She simply shook her head in the negative.

Adam groaned to himself. The rock star had made it bigger than he would have imagined. His face was plastered everywhere both on-line and off, instantly recognizable to millions of people. This wasn’t good, not good at all. For herself, Amelia didn’t know what to think. It certainly complicated things. She couldn’t just take him to the police and send him home. Not now that is, there were too many things he needed to know. But he was Jon Bon Fucking Jovi that’s who, and he was famous world over.

Bloody fucking hell shit this complicated things.