He groaned as the alarm sounded waking him from his sleep. It seemed no matter how much sleep he got it didn't matter he never fully felt rested. Dreams always seemed to wake him through the night and even when he didn't wake it seemed his dreams would leave him feeling exhausted. He was tempted to hit the snooze button and ignore his adult responsibilities but he knew he couldn't. He rolled over and looked up at the ceiling as his mind tried to remember what his dreams were about. The doctor said PTSD from the war and his accident but sometimes a few he wished he could see them clearly. Most of those dreams he was happy he couldn't see clearly. He could see flashes of fighting and shooting, bombs exploding and people dying. Those were the dreams he wanted to forget, but sometimes it seemed he had a few moments of peace in his dreams. Sometimes he saw golden hair flash across his mind and light brown eyes. He tried to hold onto the image in his mind, but it was no use no matter how hard he tried all he saw over and over again was her hair color, her eyes and sometimes if he was lucky her smile. He spoke to a doctor about it once and the doctor told him that the person he thought he saw in his mind might just be a dream. That even if she had been real the odds were she wasn't around anymore.

The world had changed. It wasn't what it once was and trying to find someone from before the war was near impossible if you didn't have memories of where you came from. He had no memories of the war and what happened leading up to it. He woke up from his accent and that was all he remembered, his time since waking up but not before never before. He was told it happened a lot in times of war especially this last war. So many people trying to find their way homes after all the fighting. People got lost in the system mostly the ones with injuries like his, ones where he couldn't remember who he once was. He couldn't tell his doctors who he was or where he came from. He knew he could never go home even if he had wanted to. There were times he felt urges to get in his car and drive moments he thought about driving an urge to just go home. Mostly after he had been drinking and every time he felt a part of him sink and break when he realized he didn't know where home was. What home was. He wondered if he had a family, if there was anyone out there that loved him and hoped he would return from war one day but he knew he never would.

And at times that broke him the moment his mind thought of someone or perhaps more the none person waiting for him wishing him to come home. It had been five years since the war ended and almost twelve since the bombs divided a nation. In those five years he wondered how long it took for those that cared about him to realize he wasn't coming home. Often he wondered if he even had people waiting for him, why did he seem to believe there really was someone out there waiting for him. In all truth not many people had family left many people died in the war and even before after the bombs first went off. Yet something told him had someone out there, a family.

It took him a while to open up to the idea that he wasn't going to ever figure out who he was. The doctors thought his memory loss might be temporary but after five years he doubted it would eve come back. When he came to terms with that he was able to move on. He started a new life and tried to leave the ideas of remembering who he used to be in his past. Most of the time he knew he could pretend he didn't care yet times like when he first woke up and rolled over as if he was expecting to find someone next to him reminded him that there was a past out there that he lost. Even when he woke up next to his fiancé he would feel like it wasn't right, that she wasn't supposed to be laying next to him. He always chased that idea from his mind almost as soon as it came to his mind.

He loved his fiancé she was the first person to really make him smile the first person that made him start feeling much of anything. They started out as friend and it slowly became more. She got past all his mental shields and she seemed to understand that from time to time when he had a lost look on his face she just had to take his hand and smile at her. In those moments he would always look at her and smiled back trying not to think that her smile was wrong, her hair was wrong and her eyes were wrong.

"Jace!" He heard his fiancé voice call from down stairs. "Breakfast!"

He sighed and pushed his covers off as he swung his legs over the side of the bed he winced as a sharp pain shot up his back. Ever since he woke up from the accident he had the pain. The doctors told him his was lucky to feel it his injuries usually meant someone couldn't walk they told him he was lucky, but moments like right now he didn't feel lucky.

"Jace!" She called again

"Coming!" He called as he glanced at himself in the mirror his eyes scanned his face as if trying to make sure he would remember what he looked like, as if he knew who he was.

"Is everything alright?" He heard her voice ask from the doorway.

Jace looked up and smiled, "Yeah sorry Sarah, just didn't sleep well."

She walked over to him and he could tell by the look on her face that she knew if wasn't a good morning. It was one of the mornings his mind latched on to the fact he couldn't remember who he was.

He saw the worry and understanding on her face she sat next to him and placed her hands on his. He smiled over at her and an imagine came to his mind of a girl. He was sitting on a porch and the girl from his dreams walked over to him. He tried to pretend like he was alright that he wasn't ready to knelt down in front of him as he tried not to meet her gaze. She placed her hands on his knees as she got close to him and then one hand on the top of his head and slid down to the left side of his neck and the other cupped the right side. She placed her forehead on his and he wrapped his warms around her holding her tight as he allowed himself to break down. She softly kissed the top of his head as she wrapped her hand in his hair and just hugged him.

He blinked as the image left his mind and he saw his fiancé again and forced a smile and made himself speak, "What's for breakfast?" He asked

She smiled at him and stood up. "Your favorite."

"I'll be right down." He told her.

She kissed him nodded her head and walked out of the room.

He walked with his arm over Sarah's shoulders as they walked through a car lot. They had agreed they needed a new car. Sarah and spoken about this car lot she saw on her way home from work and talked about how it was almost like how things were before the bombs. She told him life was starting to seem normal again, but he didn't even know what normal was. Now they walked around looking at car after car. Most claimed to be made after the bombs but none seemed to call out to him. Sarah spoke of how this one and that one reminded her of when she as growing up. The one they stood in front of now was what she called a family car. She started speaking of family and a future and he found his mind once again stuck on the past, a past he didn't know a past he couldn't remember. He let her talk to the man trying to sell them the SUV, but his mind was drifting away as his eyes scanned the crowd of people as if searching for someone. A blonde pony tale caught his attention. He felt everything in his body seem to stand at attention as he lost the girl in the crowd.

"I'll be right back." He quickly said without waiting for a response and hurried in the direction of the girl that caught his eye. It had only been the back of a woman's head but it had called out to him in a way as I he knew her. It was slow trying to get to where the girl was because so many people were around he had to push through the crowd. When he reached where he had seen her she was gone his eyes kept scanning the crowd but he saw no one he sighed as he shook his head feeling like an idiot chasing after the ghost from his dreams. He ran his hand through his hair and glanced at the car he now stood in front of. It spoke to him in a way no other car he had seen today did. Every car was the same color, same size even if the salesman said they were different. Nothing seemed to stand out to him except this one. It was covered in dust looking like it had sat in the lot for a long time. There was something about the car something that drew up in. He walked over to the driver side door and opened it surprised it wasn't locked. He slid inside the car as if he had done it one hundred times. He placed his hands on the steering wheel and smiled this was right, he was right sitting in this car.

"I don't think you want this car." He heard the salesman's voice say. He looked over and saw Sarah and the man looking at him.

Sarah was shaking her head. "This car was old even before the war."

"It's a nineteen sixty nine Roadrunner Plymouth." Jace felt himself saying even without thinking. He wondered how exactly he knew that. "It's a classic. Does it run?"

"Uh It might need a jump." The man said, "Honestly I don't know I didn't even know this car was here."

"I'll take it."

"Jace!" Sarah exclaimed, "We need to talk about this. We need a family car not some." She wrinkled her nose. "This, we will spend more money trying to keep it running."

Jace smirked as he popped the hood and stepped out of the car and opened it up to look at the motor. Some how he knew that it would be in good shape.

"It's a classic, if taken care of they will run forever." He told her. He didn't know how he knew what he was looking at, but he could tell that the motor had been rebuilt from the original that was put in when it was new.

"A car seat won't fit into it honey." She told him placing her hand on her stomach.

Jace looked down to see the slight bump starting to form under her shirt. He gave her a soft smile as he stood and closed the hood.

"You're right." He told her trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

"If you follow me I have the perfect family car for you." The sales man said as he began walking away. Sarah quickly following him. Jace heard as their voices fell away talking about one of the newer cars he turned to follow when out of the corner of his eye it looked like a blonde woman was getting out of the car he had just been looking at. He turned back quickly only to realize his eyes had been playing tricks on him. He turned to leave again and walk away, but something deep within him still pulled at him to get the car.

"Sarah!" He called.

She turned from the salesman and back to him.

"I'm buying this car."

She frowned and he could tell it wasn't going to be a peaceful night, yet he knew that this car needed to be his, that he needed to buy this car.

He sighed as the door slammed in his face. He had a blanket and pillow in his arms. The argument over the car had gone both good and bad. He had bought the car and they drove home in silence. Once they got home and they were behind closed doors Sarah let her anger lose. Telling him that they could finally afford a car, life could get back to how it once was and he waisted the money on junk. He tried telling her it wasn't junk it was a classic, but she wouldn't listen. By the end of the argument she had thrown the pillow and blanket at him shoving him out the door and telling him to go sleep in the car. He turned away from the door and looked at the car in the drive way. He looked at all the houses down the road, every house was the same, every car was the same, but not this car. His car.

He smiled as he walked over to it. He opened the back door and tossed the pillow and blanket in the first time.

'Well this won't be the first time I've slept in here.' He thought, but then he felt himself pause. He had never slept in this car, had he? Yet some how he couldn't help but remember laying down in the back seat a jacket as a blanket while he fell asleep. He closed the door which caused the glove compartment to open and got into the driver seat wondering if he should just drive to a motel. He looked over and saw the glove compartment was open. Reaching over he intended to close it but his eyes caught site of an envelope. Curious he pulled it out and opened it to see it was a hand written letter. He saw the writing was faded, but he could still make out most of the words.

If you are reading this I didn't make it out of Cheyenne. What I'm about to do may change the world, or it might just be foolish. Maybe I should have just stayed home instead of running strait for trouble. Maybe I should have stayed with Emily and just fought to keep Jericho safe. But I can't sit by and let this happen. I plan on going home and making sure everyone I care about is safe, but who am I kidding what we are about to do most likely won't end with me going home.

I know Emily will be waiting for me, she made me promise to come home, a promise I couldn't give her and wasn't foolish enough to. Yet I know her, I love her and she will need proof I'm not coming home. Let her know I won't be coming back. It took the end of the world we knew to bring us back together and I wish we could stay together, but perhaps that isn't in the cards for us.

I feel stupid even writing this letter, and putting this in the glove comportment in this car, but this is the car her father gave to me, stole from me, and she got it back. She was one of the few women in my life that actually liked this car and perhaps some how this car and this letter will find its way back to Jericho and back to her.

-Jake

Jace just stared at the letter. When had it been written? It spoke of the end of the world as they knew it so that must mean it happened after the bombs. Yet he felt an emptiness within him as it hit him again how many people lost loved ones in the war. All the hard decisions people had to make and even if they were wrong or right how many people suffered because of it. He thought maybe this Jake guy made it home, maybe he found his way back to his Emily to a place called Jericho.

Maybe he lost his car in the war, maybe he just left it behind and found his way home. Perhaps he was sitting in some small town with Emily as they watched their children go. Maybe he wasn't just another one of the hundreds that died in this was, maybe his family was able to be made whole again in a way Jace's family never would.

"Emily." He found himself saying softly and an image of a woman flashed into his mind as if the woman from his dreams finally had a name. For the smallest of moments he could actually make out an image of a girl. It was like he was looking through an unfocused camera, but slowly the image was becoming clear he closed his eyes as the tried to make out everything about her, to really know who he was looking at, but then a knock on the window of the car made him open his eyes and the image left his mind competently.

He looked over and saw Sarah he rolled down the window with the hand crank.

"Come inside." She said softly, "I'm sorry I yelled."

His eyes scanned her face as something seemed to whisper within him 'wrong' 'all wrong she's wrong.'

"Sarah I-"

"Crazy pregnancy hormones." She told him. "Can I blame it on that? You provide so much for me, if you want this car you can have this car. I won't be mad."

Jace opened the door and pushed the thoughts from his mind. He loved this girl, they were starting a family together, she wasn't wrong. She was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. 'No.' The voice whispered deep within his mind. 'She's not the love of your life. Remember just remember.' He put his arm around Sarah and walked back into the house with her the letter pushed into his pocket. His mind wondered with Jake was, what he did in the war and if Emily really was waiting for him? Cheyenne was gone now, so did that mean this Jake guy really was too?

AN-I don't know why this idea came to me. I shouldn't be writing a new story as I have a bunch of other's I need to finish, I don't even know if this fandom is around anymore, I just found this show on Netflix and can't stop myself from starting the whole series over as soon as a finish it again and again. Reviews of course make me write more as they are inspiration, but I also might just keep writing even if no one reads this for my self since I'm so hooked on the show.