"What is it?" Drake asked as he opened the door to where Damien lied half alive and half dying.

"I wanted to talk to Jade," he muttered without even looking at Drake, but instead staring straight up at the blank ceiling. Drake smiled realizing how different this blank room was from Damien's typical bedroom. He must have felt so uncomfortable being forced to stay there.

"Don't you understand that she can't?"

"Yes, I do," he shouted, suddenly flashing his raging oddly pale brown eyes on Drake. It was like a white hot bolt of lightning had struck him.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself so that he didn't scream back at Damien, Drake asked, "Then what more do you want from her?"

"I won't talk to you of all people about this," he snarled, folding his bare arms "go get your uncle."

"He was just here though, I was just here," Drake said through clenched teeth. It was all he could do to hold his anger back.

"Not him," Damien said, rolling his eyes, "Dane."

"I'm not your personal slave, and besides he isn't here. You know that," Drake answered, turning his back on the man and heading for the door, muttering, "God, I wish you'd grow up."

"You stay here!" Damien shouted at him pointing his finger at him, "Don't you dare leave! Don't you dare move a muscle!"

Without a choice, Drake's body turned and walked back towards the bed, that terrible feeling of being a puppet.

Damien ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Drake had never seen him like this before. He obviously wanted to say something. Something that was eating him away from the inside, but just not to Drake.

"You feel guilty?" Drake laughed.

"That and I owe her something that I'll probably never be able to repay her for." he tapped his fingers lightly on his lips.

"I'm sure you of all people will find a way to save her life," Drake scoffed, "especially while she's here around Amon."

"Yes, I know," he replied, "that's not what I'm worried about. . ."

"Then what?"

"I can't repay the debt as long as she doesn't remember," he said in defeat.

"So? All that means is that you can't use your powers against her. What's so horrible about that?"

"Firstly, that it's difficult to remember, difficult to control," he said holding up his right hand where a very deep, bloody cut stretched across his wrist, next to the other terrible scars. "It'll get deeper and deeper the more I use my power against her until my right hand falls off . . . I guess," he said with a grimace, "secondly as long as I'm in her debt, I have to do everything she says. Well, at least once she remembers."

Drake frowned. Damien hardly ever left his arms bare. Deep scars striped both of his arms from wrist to shoulder. Drake thought back to a time when he'd dared to ask Damien himself about them. As he had anticipated Damien had ignored him, pretending the question had never been brought up. When, he had gone to Dane again to tell him he had asked Damien, his uncle had stared at him as if he had just told him that he'd murdered a man and then simply warned him to never bring it up again even though he had been the one to tell Drake to ask Damien.

Well, isn't that interesting. Jade thought in the back of Drake's mind, bringing him out of his own thoughts. He has to do what I say for once.

You realize that even if he doesn't know that you don't remember the second he saves your life, he no longer owes you?

I'll be extra careful then.

Amon will be trying very hard.

Extra extra then. She thought with a laugh.

"What are you thinking about?" Damien asked Drake suspiciously. He could tell when he and Jade were thinking to each other couldn't he? His piercingly pale eyes trailed over Drake's expression, noticing every detail, looking for something, but eventually he looked away and his eyelids began to droop.

"She'll remember who she is sooner or later," he muttered with a sigh of relief. "When will you be out of here?"

He knew that once Damien's mind was clear of all the drugs that the physicians were filling his body with that he'd easily be able to see that Jade remembered. He wanted to know how long he had. Maybe it would be best to just tell him.

There was no answer and Drake looked to see if Damien was ignoring him, but he had fallen asleep. Drake glowered at the man's black and blue face. Now he'd have to stand here motionless until he woke up. The drugs making him sleep were too powerful to wake him with shouts.

I'll come up and wake him for you. Jade offered.

You aren't supposed to know your way around here. Don't risk it.