Playing With The Puppet Master

23

"You have ten seconds to answer me. What. Happened. Adrien. You know I hate when you don't talk to me!"

"Uh, Jordan?" I asked her. The cook whipped her head to me as I pointed up to tall tree branch. "She hit her head when she got scared down from the tree. I uh...I don't think she remembers you right now." Jordan's annoyance turned into terror. Her body turned rigid as she stared back at Adrien. "Adrien, do you know Jordan?" Adrien stared between the two of us.

"No, but I'd like to!" Adrien said with a friendly grin. She got up from the ground a moment later. Adrien hissed as her hand shot to her head.

"Oh my god," Jordan's voice dropped two octaves. Fear was written plain across her face. "Adrien," Jordan deadpanned. "I'm your girlfriend. How the hell do you not remember me!?" My eyes turned back to Angie as she stood on the ground.

"Go get Donna." The command snapped the doll into action.

"There is no way I could ever get a girl as pretty as you to like me," Adrien replied to Jordan. I turned back to the two. While one stared on with a friendly smile, the other's face was drained in horror.

"How about we get that head wound looked at," I intervened. Jordan wordlessly followed as I dragged Adrien back into the house. Donna met us in the kitchen. Her eye was widened in surprise at the wound on Adrien's head. "So...something happened," I said as I trailed over. My head leaned closer to Donna's. "I think Jordan might kill Angie. Adrien can't remember her." A wordless 'oh' escaped Donna's lips as she stared between the two. Jordan fidgeted in her spot while Adrien stood there completely calm.

"Jordan, go ahead and make something warm for everyone to drink. Adrien, let's get you and Morgan downstairs and get your head examined." Adrien shrugged slightly as she followed behind. My eyes trailed to Jordan before we left the room. Lost. Her eyes trailed around the kitchen lost.

"So, outside of a little wound, she only has temporary amnesia." Donna was matter of fact in her tone. Donna sat her medical kit aside and made sure the bandaging on the side of the head was secured.

"So how...can we fix that?" I asked as Donna stood up.

"We can't," she said plainly. "Time or a whack to the head might work. However, it's not recommended." My glare held as a smile crossed her face. "Highly unrecommended Morgan."

"If it's a quick fix, I can happily oblige," I admitted.

"Please don't hit me," Adrien pleaded quietly.

"But Jordan-,"

"She could just as easily wake up tomorrow and remember who she is. We don't know, Morgan." Donna interrupted. I groaned in reply. Jordan came into the room a moment later with warm mugs on a platter. Adrien's eyes glittered as they fell onto Jordan. A small smile crossed my face as Adrien waved slightly nervous at Jordan. Jordan smiled nervously as she handed Adrien her cup first. We were all handed warm mugs of hot chocolate. I sipped at mine as Donna sighed into her own mug. Adrien only held it with fascination. My brow quirked as Jordan stood next to me.

"So...what's going to happen?" Jordan asked.

"Well, Donna won't let me beat the common sense back into her so we can only let her heal and see if she remembers." Jordan only groaned in response.

"Then...she's just...not going to remember me."

"I wouldn't say that entirely. I think she definitely still has a crush on you." Jordan's eyes welled up in tears before she walked out of the room.

"What's wrong with her?" Adrien asked in genuine concern. Her body moved on instinct and followed Jordan out. Donna and I stared at each other before we followed behind. Curiosity laced the ears that listened at the door. Jordan's soft whimpers broke my heart. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Adrien asked. My head slightly peaked out with Donna's and saw Jordan against the wall with tears in her eyes and Adrien right next to her. "Want to talk about it?"