Operation: Threads of Connection

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A/N:

This story will definitely have more mature, angst, and emotional moments. For starters, Anya always seemed a bit closer to Loid since he adopted her and initially they spent more time together. Alhough she loves Yor in her own ways, it's a bit obvious that she prefers Loid. Due to Anya's memory loss, I decided that she will feel a bit more closer to Yor in this story. I love how kind and supportive Yor is even if she is a bit of an airhead!

I decided to switch up Alina's character a bit, I'm a strong believer that it's not the kids fault, they don't get to choose who their parents are! haha so she will definitely be popping in as a supporting character.

Dr. Wetson is helping WISE as well with project eclipse, he is trying to help Anya regain her memory, so he will continue to make an appearance as well. 

Fear not it is still a Damianya story! just with a bit of a twist ;) feel free to comment and let me know what you all think. 

Without further or do we continue our story

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Damian's POV:

It's been three weeks since we infiltrated the Carters Estate. Mr. and Mrs. Carter have been taken to something called WISE headquarters, they are still being interrogated for their contributions to Project Eclipse.

Father had gone back to hiding, as usual he didn't utter a single word, just merely disappeared. Alina is now living with Mrs. Blackwell and Sebastian, she helps out in the bakery whenever it gets busy.

Dr. Wetson has been discharged from the hospital two days after his rescue. He works alongside Mr. Forger in the psychiatric office.

Becky, Bash, Ewen and Emile all safely made it back to school. We hang out almost daily, mostly at the library or on the Eden Courtyard. Sometimes Alina joins us as well.

"That's a match!" Ewen yelled enthusiastically as he took a card from Becky's hand. Becky groaned in annoyance.

"You just got lucky," she murmured as she turned to my deck grabbing the joker. "Are you kidding me?!" I couldn't help but chuckle at how unlucky Becky's been in this match.

"Come on Bash, take it," Becky muttered to herself. Bash without even batting an eye chose the card all the way to the left. He smirked as he matched yet another card.

"Ugh! How did you know not to take the Joker! Can you read minds or someth-" Becky quickly gasped as she put her hand on her mouth. Everyone stayed silent as they all turned their direction towards me.

"D-Damian, I'm so sorry..." Becky said, her voice trembling in regret. I shook my head as I excused myself from the group. I walked to the exit of Eden, the streets full of people bustling around. Couples hand in hand walking the neighborhood , their laughter echoing through the neighborhood. I couldn't stand the pity in their eyes, the awkward silence that followed Becky's slip-up. The truth had come out, our friends knew Anya was in fact a telepath. But that's not the reason why everyone pitied me. The reason was by far worse:

She forgot about me. She forgot about us...

It's been three weeks since the incident, she is supposed to start school again on Monday. Mr. Forger came to talk to the director regarding our absences, as always they believed him and gave us all another opportunity to take our midterms. Anya stayed at the hospital for her treatments. She was to be released today afternoon. After much examination and tests, it was concluded she suffered a lot of truama to her mind, resulting in selective amnesia. She remembered her name, basic facts about herself, but everything else was a blank slate. It was devastating to see her look at me with those same big, curious eyes, but with no recognition behind them.

I found myself wandering towards the hospital, a place I had visited more times than I could count in the past weeks. I knew she would be getting discharged soon, and a part of me hoped that seeing her outside the sterile hospital environment might trigger some memory, some spark of recognition.

As I reached the hospital entrance, I saw Mr. Forger standing there, talking to one of the nurses. His expression was a mixture of hope and exhaustion. He caught sight of me and gave a small nod.

"She's just finishing up," he said, his voice tight. "You can go up if you want."

I nodded and made my way to Anya's room. The door was slightly ajar, and I could hear her talking to the nurse. I paused, taking a deep breath before knocking lightly and stepping inside.

"Hey, Anya," I said softly. She looked up at me, her face lighting up with a polite smile, but there was no hint of recognition.

"Hi," she replied. My heart ached everytime she looked at me like a stranger... "looks like you can go home today," I said.

Anya looked at me, trying her very best to recall something," Home... I live with... Papa and Mama... and B-Bon-d," she stuttered out. I nodded happy she remembered her little family. As we walked out of the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. The girl who used to know me better than anyone was now a stranger. But I had to stay strong, for her sake and for the sake of our mission.

We made our way back to the Forgers place, the air filled with the scents of fall and the sounds of the city. Anya looked around, taking in everything with a fresh perspective. It was like seeing the world through new eyes, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind.

When we arrived, Mr. Forger was already there, having driven ahead to prepare for Anya's arrival. He greeted her warmly, guiding her inside and showing her to her room.

"Thank you," she said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "For everything... papa," she whispered.

Mr. Forger smiled gently. "You're part of our family, Anya. We're here for you, no matter what."

As I stood in the doorway, watching her, I made a silent promise to myself. I would do everything in my power to help her remember, to bring back the Anya I knew. And maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to move forward together...