From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2000 20:04:42 -0500
Subject: Forgotten (corrected repost) by lidyipi
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Reply To: Popical2@earthlink.net


Title- Forgotten
Author- Lidyipi
Rating- NR
Archiving- I'd be honored
Spoilers- SUZ and Closure
Summary- Please read Running before this
Disclaimer- Not my characters, never were, and never shall be
world with out end amen. 
Feedback- Heck yeah! Popical2@earthlink.net 
Notes- This is a repost of a story I wrote right 
after Closure aired. 


They came for him, during the early morning 
with cold hands and the blinding light. A 
dark face leaned over the bed, his father, 
"Jeffery wake up."

The little boy registered groggily and his 
eyes widened. "No, don't do the bad things 
to me," he pleaded.

Squirming under the grasp of uniformed men 
with strong arms, the little boy screamed, 
his voice high pitched and animal like. In 
the corner, Cassandra stared, suitcase 
clutched at her right. The woman's eyes spat 
venom at the heavily clad captors.

"You will go to this address after they 
finish and then you'll never come back," 
Jeffrey's father said unemotionally, he 
shoved a folded paper in her hand.

"Bastard," Cassandra raised her eyes, jaw 
sharp. Behind, the men began injecting, 
whispering, stealing away the past and 
replacing it with a new school, different 
trees, a different state. "Have you found 
the girl?" She asked quietly.

"We won't find her," her husband replied
fingering an unlit cigarette. "And he 
won't remember anything, not this place or 
me, or the girl."

Cassandra ignored him and walked from the 
room, dragging her luggage. Behind, the 
child's wails subsided and the strangers 
trickled out of the room, stolen memories 
packed away in their medical bags. Jeffrey's 
father lit his cigarette and trailed them. He 
paused for a moment,facing Cassandra once more.
Her curly hair shown fair under the hallway light.

"Goodbye," His voice fell flat. "Perhaps 
someday I can aid the boy."

"I hope that you never will," Cassandra 
parried. 

The smoker turned away, his dark suit 
shuffling as he exited the small home.

Setting her suitcase against the wall, 
Cassandra returned to her child standing over 
him in silence. After a few minutes she 
gathered the boy in her arms and headed out 
towards the car. She slipped his arms into a 
coat and laid the body gently across the back 
seat. Jeffery tossed slightly, murmuring 
indefinable sentences. Slamming the door, 
Cassandra stepped back into the simple house. 
She tread mud across its white carpet and 
gathered the luggage outside. Several moments
later the noisy engine of the car broke the night
hush. It drove off in the wake of a new set 
of ghosts and memories.