A/N This story randomly came to my mind after watching episode 1x06 of Remedy and since I haven't posted anything in a while, I decided to just go forth and write/post it. Also thanks to Tara (Wootar16) for helping me come up with the amazing title as well as the last line of this chapter! Hopefully this fic doesn't disappoint.

Prologue

An unconscious Sean was being dragged into a dimly lit room, and not so gently placed into the dentist's chair in the corner by two guards. Moments later, Amanda's familiar footsteps could be heard from the end of the hall as her heels clicked against the metal ground. The large wooden double doors of the old hospital opened and she stepped inside, making her way over to him. She stopped in front of the chair he was in, and pulled the tray of medical tools towards her.

"Thank you boys. You're free to go. Make sure you send Anne in here on your way out," she said, keeping her eyes on Sean, her voice remaining at an even level. The two guards scurried out of the room without a word.

Less than a minute later, Anne strolled in quietly. She made her way over to them, and observed carefully as Amanda made sure to tighten all of the restraints around Sean's arms, legs, and forehead.

"Nervous?" Anne wondered. She had briefly watched Amanda play her famous mind games on Alex a few months ago, but she had never seen her do this particular procedure. She assumed it was a lot different to completely rid someone of their memories than it was to just mix some things around.

Amanda shot her a look, offended that anyone would think such a thing about her. "I don't get nervous," she stated, cleaning off all of her tools. "You can never be too careful," she added, her voice even.

"And you're sure he's not going to remember anything?" She asked, emphasizing the last word and motioning over to the silver watch still clasped around his wrist.

Amanda growled and quickly removed the watch, tossing it on to an empty tray next to her. "Alex will be the first thing he forgets. I've done this procedure enough times to know exactly how it works."

"But what if for some reason it doesn't?" She didn't quite understand why, but somewhere in the back of her mind she almost wished Amanda wouldn't do this to him.

"Then we have to kill him and call off the plan," she stated as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. "Why are you questioning my abilities all of a sudden?"

Anne kept her face neutral, expecting that answer. She didn't know what to say to Amanda's question though. She thought for a moment, and as Amanda was pulling the large needle closer to Sean's face, she said, "I'm just curious, that's all. Amanda inserted the needle through Sean's nose and began to work on him, motioning for Anne to be quiet.

"He should be waking up any minute now," Amanda said, looking up at the clock. "I want to make sure there is absolutely no way for this to go wrong, so I'd like you to go through the story one more time."

Anne sighed. She had had to repeat this story to her so many times, she was starting to get a little bit annoyed. "When he wakes up, he's going to think his name is Griffin Conner, a 29 year old med school drop out that failed his entire family and abandoned them for the past two years. He has two sisters, Melissa, a top surgeon, and myself, Sandy Conner, a nurse who only wants the best for her little brother. Our father, Allen Conner is the Acting Chief of Staff at Bethune General Hospital, where we all work."

"Wonderful," Amanda says as she scribbles something down on her clip board. "And what is the estimated time of Griffin's arrival?"

"If everything goes according to plan, in about a month he should be landing himself in the emergency room at Bethune General due to a bar fight," Anne stated simply, the words fresh in her mind, having rehearsed the story so many times.

"And Sean?" She asks.

"Sean Pierce doesn't exist. Anyone who ever knew him thinks he's dead, and I intend to keep it that way." Her voice was almost robotic.

"Perfect!" Amanda smiles. "I have to say, I'm proud of you Sandy. Anne no longer needs to exist either. You're free to live your life however you wish, as long as it doesn't compromise our agreement."

"Understood," she nodded.

"Now, I hate to do this, but you need to go back to Toronto. You can't be here when he wakes up," Amanda stated, motioning for the blonde to leave. She did as she was told, and Amanda made her way into Sean's room.

"Welcome back," Amanda said as Sean finally opened his eyes, looking around. He looked up at her, confused. "I'm Doctor Collins. I'll be on your case while you're here."

"Where exactly is here?" He asked, his voice groggy.

"St. Helen's Hospital in New York. Someone found you unconscious on the street and brought you in. You woke up once, but you just passed out again a few minutes later," Amanda said, casually.

He squinted his eyes, looking around the bright white room once again before bringing his eyes back to Amanda. "I don't... I don't remember..." He stated, dazed.

Amanda nodded, knowingly. She had obviously rehearsed this many times. "That's not uncommon. When they brought you in, you seemed to have been unconscious for hours, possibly days. How you managed to stay alive was a miracle. A little amnesia is nothing to fear at this point."

"Okay," he nodded, not knowing what else to say. "My head really hurts," he stated.

"I assume it would from all those drugs."

He looked at her again, confusion clouding his eyes. "Drugs?"

Amanda sighed and pulled up a chair next to his bed. "You don't remember any drugs?" He shook his head slowly. She picked up a notepad and a pen, and began scribbling things down. "Can you tell me your name, please?"

"Umm..." He looked up at her, suddenly feeling scared. He shook his head. "I-"

Amanda stopped him. She didn't want him thinking too much. "It's okay. What about your date of birth?" He shook his head again. Amanda let out a loud sigh. She needed to know one more thing before she could be certain that the procedure had been a success. "Alright, then can you tell me what the last thing you remember is?"

"Umm..." He closed his eyes and thought for a minute. Amanda was getting a little uneasy. She was about to urge him to speak again when he finally did. "A beach."

"What about the beach?" She asked, smiling inwardly.

He wracked his brain for better details. "I was with some friends... I think they were my friends. The water was really blue, and the sun was starting to set over the Andaman Sea. I think...? Thailand..." He trailed off, uncertain, closing his eyes. He opened them again, the next part of the story coming back to his mind. "Then the cops showed up, out of nowhere. We agreed to meet up at the docks when they were gone, but three of them got arrested. The rest of us left. Then I remember getting back to my apartment, and just... Going to sleep... I guess."

"That's all? Nothing else?" He just shook his head again. "So you have no idea how you got from Thailand to New York before falling unconscious?" He shrugged his shoulders, and Amanda scribbled away at her notebook once again. "Well then I guess we're lucky you had your wallet with you."

"My wallet?" He asked, giving her a puzzled look.

"You said you don't remember your name. Lucky for you, we do." She picked up a small black wallet and pulled out a card, handing it to him. "Griffin Conner. Date of birth: July 6th 1985 in Toronto, Canada." He took the card from her outstretched hand and eyed it carefully.

"Canada?"

"That's what your identification states," Amanda replied. "Does that not seem right?"

"I guess it's right," he said, unsure as he looked over the information.

Amanda smiled at him. "I'm going to let you rest for a while, and I'll come check on you in a bit."

"Alright," he said, and she finally left him alone. "Canada?" He repeated under his breath when he was sure she couldn't hear him anymore. Something didn't seem right about that, but that's all he had to go on for now.

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