It started off with tingling on her toes. Then her legs, belly and finally her arms. Tori tossed and turned on the bed, feeling strange. It was too cold, and her blanket was oddly thin. She moaned softly, and tried to go back to sleep. Though everything bothered her, her hands were sore. Her head ached and her legs felt strange. She opened her eyes. 'Where am I?' She thought, staring at the white ceiling. Her next thought was her breath, it tasted anything but nice. The ache on her head grew stronger. She looked around, to find a cute boy passed out on a chair. Tori was, to say the least, confused. She tried to lift her arms, but it hurt. Her next attempt failed. Her vision got blurry, and she fell back asleep.

A minute later, she woke up again. Going through the same discovery process, and the confusion. Only this time the cute boy was awake. He spoke words she couldn't understand. She looked at him, as he hovered above her, suddenly getting blurred. She passed out. The cycle repeated itself a couple more times, minutes apart. He called the nurse, yelling out the hall that she was finally awake. The doctor came in as she finally really awoke. "Tori, can you hear me?"

"Yes." She said, in a low husky voice. "Where am I?"

"You're at the UCLA Medical Center, I'm doctor Deveraux." He held her chart on his hands, ready to start the post-coma procedure. "Do you know who you are?"

Tori thought his question was silly. She needed some tylenol for her headache, and makeup to impress the cute boy. Mostly, she needed to know why she was laying in a hospital bed. Asking her what he name was seemed like a waste of time. "Tori Vega."

"Perfect." He said. "And what's your age?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sixteen."

That's when she realized something - not only physically - was truly wrong. The cute boy's chin dropped, and the doctor raised its eyebrows. He glanced quickly down at the chart. "What year are we in?"

"Two thousand ten! Can you please just tell me what's wrong?!" Doctor Devereaux glanced at the boy, and he walked out. She saw the worried look in both their eyes. He took a step closer to her.

"A couple of week ago, you were in a car accident." He put down the chart, looking at her with soft eyes. "Since then, you've been in a coma."

"What?" Tori said, even more confused now. "What day is it?"

He took a deep breath, before telling her. "We're in december, two thousand twelve."

The hour that followed was the most stressful in Tori's life. She listened to the doctor, telling her about her condition. How memory loss wasn't always permanent, and that it seemed like she didn't have any repercussions on her brain. She did all kinds of exams, to make sure everything was alright. They said she could go home the next day. She cried for thirty minutes, until her parents arrived. They hugged her until she ran out of breath - literally. The doctor explained to them that she would feel weak, and sleepy. She would have to re-adjust to an eighteen year old body she wasn't used to.

After the initial shock, visiting hours were over. She saw the cute boy by the window, and he waved goodbye. She opened a half, tired smile. She had no idea who he was, but if he was in her room he must be important. Tori reached for the help button, and a nurse came in right away. She helped Tori take a shower, and she was horrified on how dry her skin was. She had bags under her eyes, and her hair looked dry. Her nails were cut short, and Tori was glad to find out her two year-older self still did lazer. She wasn't hairy, which was the smallest of reliefs.

Her sister brought her clothes, and makeup. The makeup was left untouched, but the pajama bottoms were welcome. Tori couldn't stand staying in the hospital gown. She laid down on the bed, holding a hand mirror. Even though only two years had passed, she looked much older. She recognized herself, her lips and cheekbones were the same. The hairline stayed in place, and her eyes were the same color. Yet, she felt like watching a stranger. Like the mirror was a window to the future, not the present.

The nurse came in with the dinner. Chicken soup with a slice of bread. Tori couldn't eat half of it, without getting nauseous. She asked the nurse to stay with her, and talk about the years that had gone by. She learned that Charlie Sheen left his TV show, and Osama Bin Laden was dead. Prince William got married and 'One Direction' was the new big thing. She then began talking about the people who visited.

A small readhead came a couple of times. She gave Tori balloons, and watched cartoons with her. A nice boy, with a piano came once a week. He sang to her, and wrote songs by her side. A weird boy with a puppet came once, they were loud and annoying. The doctors no longer let him go in Tori's room. Tori scratched her head, thinking how strange it all was. She didn't remember any of those people. How come none of her Sherwood friends had shown up?

Right, she no longer attended that school. That was only the few things her parents told her about. "What about that boy? That was here when I woke up."

The nurse smiled. "Of course, Beck! He's a really nice boy." Tori was glad to finally be able to give that cute boy a name. "He came in three times a week, or more. He told me you and him were dating." Tori blushed. She didn't know why, but the thought of having a cute boy watching her made her giggle inside. Just to know that he really cared about her. Or at least sounded like it.

She laid back down, and asked her to take the dinner away. The headache got stronger, and she felt tired. In a few seconds she was back asleep. She dreamed about a showcase performance. She was wearing a silver dress, and singing something she had never heard before. Though she knew the lyrics by heart. Her sister had a swollen tongue, and was the only person she recognized. She woke up feeling feverish. Another nurse came in, and gave her medicine for it. She slept again.

At five A.M, she was woken up by residents. Who did rounds with Dr. Deveraux. "Tori Vega, eighteen." He said, and the residents made their way to talk about her condition. Or as Tori prefered to think: Everything that was wrong with her. She listened to them talk about everything she had recovered from. A broken arm and a concussion. Nine stitches on her back, and ten on her thigh. There were other small injuries, and memory loss. They liked to tell her that it was probably temporary. They never left the 'probably' out of the sentence.

After they went away, she could fall back asleep. She felt a little better, so she tried to take a shower by herself. She held on to the metal bar, and used the stool made to help her. She then looked for the clothes and makeup bag Trina brought her. She chose a pair of jeans and a red top. The jeans were loose, even though they were a size smaller than she remembered wearing. She also wore a big sweater, inappropriate for Los Angeles weather. Ever since she had woken up, she always felt cold. There wasn't much makeup, but she was able to bring life to her face. Red cheeks, dark lipstick, and good mascara. Tori smiled, she almost looked like a healthy teenager.

When the clock struck seven, she heard a couple of knocks on the door. She figured it was her parents, coming to pick her up. "Come in!" She said, zipping up her bag. "Hi."

She turned around, not recognizing the persons voice. Her heart raced when she realized it was the cute boy. "Beck, hey."

He winde his eyes, hopeful. "Tori?! You remembered?"

She simply shook her head. "No... The nurse told me about you."

"Oh." He walked inside, looking awfully disappointed. "I just came to see how you were doing." Tori smiled. "I made this for you. It's a pen drive, with stuff from the past two years."

Tori took it from his hand. "Thank you."

"I thought it might bring some memories back."

She opened the bag, and stuck the pen drive inside. "I hope it does." There were a million things she wanted to ask him. If they were really dating, and if so that just brought even more questions. How was their first kiss? First date? Did they love each other? Had they had sex? Tori felt butterflies on her stomach. He saw her in a completely different way than she saw him.

"Here's you phone." He took it out of his pocket. A thin pear-shaped device. Not much different than the one she used to have. "I charged it for you."

"You're so helpful." She said.

He smiled, and she loved it. "Well that's what boyf-" He let out a content sigh. "That's what I'm here for."

Before she could say anything else, her parents walked in. They greeted Beck like he was family. Her mother hugged Tori for a minute, and let go only because her husband told her to. They were all still in awe that she had made it fine, and was going to adapt perfectly. No real consequences out of the accident. Beck watched the family, with jealousy. Tori remembered all of them, loved all of them. He had to deal with feelings for a girl who didn't know him. After everything they went through, he wasn't willing to lose her that easily.

If she fell in love with him once, under the circumstances that they were. She could fall in love with him again. At least he liked to think that way.

They invited him to lunch, but he turned it down. Tori was disappointed, and at the same time glad that he did. She wanted some time for herself, to see the face of her new life. Her clothes, bathroom and laptop. Maybe she would discover all the things she did, and maybe even remember. He told her to text him, whenever she wanted to talk. Or do something, since they were still on Winter break. He hugged her goodbye, and her parents took her home.

On the car, she went over her phone. Her latest text messages, that were all from the same three people. She found it strange that there were none from Beck. Though her photos were the opposite. There were a few with the people the nurse described: A guy with a puppet, a redhead and the one with the keyboard under his arm. But most of them were with Beck. She had to put a password to have access to them, and she was glad to know it was still the same from when she was sixteen. There were photos of them in mostly three places. Her house, which she recognized. They kissed on her couch, and he slept on a bed. At Disney, which she found odd. There were dozens of pictures of them there, in different clothes. She wondered how many times they had gone together. And the third place she didn't recognize. Although the most intimate photos were all in there. Beck shirtless, sitting in a bed with tired eyes. Herself undercover, showing only her bare shoulders and above. She finally had a reason to put a password on her phone. If her Mother saw those pictures she would be dead.

When arriving home, she was welcomed by the smell of family pot-pie. They sat down on the living room, and ate together. Something they only did on special occasions. Even her sister Trina was being nice to her, which Tori appreciated. She could only eat a few bites, before getting full. Her father helped her upstairs, and inside her bed room. She was shocked by how different it was.

The walls, which were previously white were now purple. Covered with pictures from her life, a life she didn't remember. Instead of a twin-bed she had a king-sized one, and white wooden nightstands. Her desktop was from the same material, with a new laptop and school books. They were all about show choir, and the history of art. There were white curtains, with fake crystals on her window. The floor was covered by a red, Indian carpet. She sat down on her bed, and sigh. She didn't even know where to start.

Her mother walked in. "Sweetie, I know you wanted to be alone..." She walked in, with a big plastic bag. "I just figured, you might want to see the things that were with you on the day of the accident." Tori reached for it, there was a purse and a few random items that probably fell out of it. "Beck gathered them, after you were taken to the hospital. He thought you might want them back."

"Beck?" She asked, confused.

"Yes, he was in the car with you." She widen her eyes. "I thought the doctors had told you."

"They didn't." She took the purse out. "It's okay, Mom. Thank you."

She walked back out, and closed the door. Tori gingerly handled the things inside. There was a notebook, that had also suffered with the accident. A ruined scarf, and the purse. There were only basic things inside. Makeup, which Tori was glad to find. A hand sanitizer, gum, and a ton of receipts. There was also a lip balm, and a box of pills. Tori grabbed them, to take a better look. There was one for each day of the week, in small spaces: Birth-control. She thought about Beck. At sixteen she didn't take birth-control.

She found a sheet of paper on the bottom of the purse. There were two different handwritings, she recognized one of them. Hers.

"I broke up with her."

"...Are you for real?"

"Yes. She broke my lamp."

"So this means?"

"We can stop hiding. You're officially my girl."

"What if I don't want to?"

"C'mon Tori, will I have to beg?"

"I don't know."

"Tori Vega, I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, finally! I wish we weren't at class right now!"

"It's going to end in twenty minutes. Then I'll kiss you in front of the entire school."

Tori took the piece of paper, and read it a couple of times over. She knew the boy had to be Beck. It wouldn't make sense for it to be another guy. Though it sounded like he was dating another girl, and dating her on the side. Tori was the other woman. She came to the conclusion that eighteen-year-old Tori was much dumber than the sixteen-year-old. She reached for the notebook. She quickly realized it was a diary, but couldn't read much of it. The pages were stained and ripped. The few parts which she could actually read, didn't make sense to her. She left it aside, taking her phone instead.

It rung a couple of times before he answer. "Tori, hey."

"Hi, I don't know if this is weird but..." She took breath, gathering courage. "Would you mind coming over? To talk and tell me about my life?"

"No! Of course not! When?"

Tori smiled. "I'm free all day."

"I'll be there in ten."

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