"Seriously?" Gen exclaimed, a huge smile growing on her face. "Your memories are back? All of them?"

You nodded, your emotions a little muddled. You were beyond excited that your memories were back. But then there was the fact that you remembered everything, including your short but intense infatuation with Misha. "Yeah, and there's a problem with that." You told her, watching her smile disappear.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I know you had told me you were planning on doing everything to stay with Jensen." She told you, and you nodded.

"Exactly. I want to stay with Jensen. But there is still this feeling for Misha, and I don't want to end things horrible between him and I. Especially since him and Jensen used to be such good friends. I have no idea how to make that better on top of making my marriage work." You explained.

She sighed, understanding where you were coming from. "This will be tough. We need to come up with something. I have a feeling no matter what you do, someone will still end up hurt, and I don't want it to be you because you are trying too hard to make it right for everyone."

"But what else can I do?" You asked her, wanting to stand up and pace, but your body groaned at the thought. 

"I don't know." She answered.

You sat there, thinking about how you could try to make this right, for everyone. "Jensen is bringing dinner home tonight. Maybe I can fancy the place up a little bit, try to make it look more like a date than a hospital dinner. Then during dinner I can tell him my memories are back. Hopefully he will be open to a discussion, and maybe he can help me figure out what to do." You suggested.

"Do you think he will do that? I mean he's been pretty helpful and understanding so far. But having him help you try to make it right with Misha might be pushing it too far." She argued.

"I have to try. I don't know what else to do." You answered her, and she shrugged, giving up her argument.

"Can you help me?" You asked her, and she nodded. Slowly sliding off the lounge, you waddled your way into the kitchen. You couldn't wait until your body no longer hurt and looked like a pincushion. She followed behind, and soon the two of you were leaning against the counter.

"What should we do first?" She asked, and you shrugged. 

"Truthfully? I have no idea. I've never been very good with this sort of thing." You admitted.

She placed her finger on her chin, deep in thought, before her eyes brightened, and she turned to you with a mischievous grin on her face. "You know what? I've got this. Why don't we get you upstairs where you can rest and pamper yourself before hand. Then when he texts that he's on his way, will bring you back down."

You nodded, grateful for her help. She helped you up the stairs, where you headed straight for the bathroom. "A shower first." You told her, before glancing pitifully down at your arm. "Scratch that, a bath it is." 

She laid everything out for you, even turning on the water, before turning to you. "Just yell if you need any help. I'm going to be downstairs."

She left and you carefully sat down on the tub, before moving your legs over and sliding in the warm water. It felt heavenly, and you leaned your head back against the edge, sliding down farther into the water.

You weren't sure how long you stayed in the tub, but your fingers were starting to turn into prunes when you finally pulled the plug. Your sore body feeling much better, you climbed out of the tub, wrapping the huge towel around you. Gen had left some clothes out for you, a simple but nice pair of comfy black pants, and a flowing tank top. Slipping them on, you decided you would apply some make up, making yourself look a little more like normal. Wrapping your hair up high in a towel, you quickly applied a light layer of foundation and eye shadow, wanting to stay as natural as possible. When you stepped out of the bathroom, Gen was standing there, her arms crossed as she waited for you.

"I was wondering how long you were going to stay in there." She teased you. "I was about ready to come in there and see if you had drowned."

"It just felt so good." You answered her.

"Well, I have everything done downstairs, and Jensen just texted you, saying he was on his way. I hope you don't mind that I answered your text." She told you, as you unwound your hair.

"Of course I don't mind. But can you do me a favor and help me with this hair. It's hard enough to deal with anyway, and then with only one hand it's even worse." You said, and she came over, taking the brush from your hand.

As you gently brushed through your tangled hair, you had to admit how much you had grown to trust this woman, how easy she had fit into your life as a friend. "Gen, thank you so much." You told her.

She just chuckled. "It's just hair. It's no big deal."

"No, it's not just that. It's for being there for me. I know we didn't know each other very well when all these issues came up. But you have been there for me, through every step. I can't imagine what I would have done with out you. Thank you for being my friend."

She patted you on the shoulder, letting you know she had heard and understood where you were coming from. "Y/N, you don't have to thank me for that. It's so nice having a friend up here. Before you I felt so alone."

You could see both of you smiling in your reflections in the mirror, and you promised that as soon as this issue with Jensen and Misha was taken care of you would do something nice for her in return.

"There." She told you, and you saw she had softly braided your hair, letting it lay over one shoulder. "Now let's get you downstairs before Jensen shows up."

You felt much stronger, and more in control of your body after the bath, and you were able to take the stairs by yourself. Gen followed closely behind you. Moving into the dining room, you gasped at the wonderful scene in front of you. Gen had gone all out, placing a white tablecloth over the table. Using your fine china, she had set up a romantic setting at the end of the table, complete with flowers, and candles waiting to be lit. A glass of wine was chilling off to the side, along with a pitcher of ice water. The blinds were drawn shut, leaving the only light in the room coming from the chandelier above.

"It's amazing." You told her, wrapping her in a quick hug.

"Thank you." She answered, shuffling her feet at the compliment. "Well, I'm going to go. There's a salad already made in the kitchen, to go with dinner. Good luck, and please let me know what happens."

You nodded, watching as she left, before slowly making your way into the kitchen. You had just started pulling out the salad when you heard the garage door open. "Y/N?" Jensen yelled, trying to figure out where you were.

"In the kitchen." You answered back, and soon he came into sight, his arms full of plastic bags. He looked amazing, wearing his favorite leather coat, a baseball hat, and a plain gray t-shirt tucked into his black jeans.

"What are you doing up and moving?" He asked you, setting the bags down on the counter before coming up behind you, wrapping you tightly in his arms.

"Just getting things ready for dinner." You answered, missing his arms as he stepped back. 

He noticed the salad, taking it from your hands and placing it near the rest of the food. "You didn't need to. But thank you. Now go relax, and I will bring the food out."

You nodded, moving to leave but stopping to tell him. "By the way, we are eating in the dining room tonight."

He nodded, busy pulling cartons out of the bags. He was only a step behind you, and you weren't even able to sit down in your chair before he was placing your favorite Italian dish in front of you. "Wow, this looks amazing Y/N. You didn't need to go all out though. I hope you didn't tire yourself out."

Smelling the amazing food, you  chuckled when your stomach growled. "No, I actually had help. But I wanted something special for us. We've had so many bad things lately, we needed something like this."

He gave you a huge smile, before returning to the kitchen for the rest of the food. You poured him a glass of wine, sticking to water for yourself. Returning he placed the salad in front of you, before sitting down.

"It smells amazing." You told him, picking up your fork to take a bite. 

"Yes it does. And the dining room looks amazing. Thank you for doing this." He told you, before taking a bite of his lasagna.

"Well, I had something I wanted to tell you, and I wanted everything perfect." You admitted, not missing the look of worry that crossed his face.

"Okay, I'm listening." He said, taking a big gulp of wine before sitting it down. You could tell he was nervous, and you didn't blame him. Not after everything you've put him through.

"This morning when I woke up, I was very disappointed that you weren't there." You started, but he interrupted you.

"I know. I'm so sorry, but I left you a note." He apologized.

"Don't. I know, and it's not because of that. It's because when I woke up this morning, I remembered." You told him.

"You remembered what?" He asked, almost squirming in his seat.

"Everything." You said simply. 

It took a moment for your news to settle in, and then you could see the fight of emotions on his face. Elation that your memory was finally back, but also fear, that now that you remembered you would be leaving him. "What does that mean for us?" He asked you quietly, his gaze staring deeply into yours, his green eyes shining with emotion.