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Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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I have allowed myself some poetic license in this chapter for dramatic effect. I am well aware that it would not happen this way in real life :)
Arriving at the hospital the following day, Tom was still struggling with a crisis of conscience. He now knew that he had acted impulsively and that pretending not to know Dennis was a stupid thing to have done. However, he also realized that it was too late to own up to his lie; he would have to continue with the charade for Dennis’ sake, otherwise the fallout could be catastrophic. Booker’s amnesia made him emotionally fragile and in all likelihood, it would now do him more harm than good to know the truth.
In an effort to alleviate his guilt, he stopped at the hospital gift shop and bought several motorcycle magazines. He knew that Booker was a keen rider and he hoped that the small gift would help to cheer him up. It was beyond his imagination to understand how Dennis must be feeling but he honestly hoped that he would be able to give the young officer some comfort and reassurance during his road to recovery.
With the magazines in hand, he caught the elevator up to the third floor. As he walked down the corridor, several nurses greeted him and he stopped and spoke to them for several minutes. When he continued on his way, he felt his nervousness return and clutching the magazines tightly in his hand, he tried to push aside his trepidation. There was the off chance that when he entered the room, Booker would be sitting there ready to verbally attack him because his memory had returned. However, he knew it was a small probability and shaking away the unsettling thought, he stopped outside of room 304, took a deep breath and walked in.
When he saw Booker’s face light up, his reservations immediately disappeared and he returned a bright smile. “Hey, you’re looking better.”
“Thanks,” Dennis replied happily before his expression became shy. “I didn’t think you’d come back.”
Pulling up a chair, Tom sat down. “I said I would,” he grinned. Unfolding the crumpled magazines, he handed them to Dennis. “Here, I thought you might be getting bored.”
As he stared down at the glossy journals, Dennis’ brow knitted into a deep frown. “How did you know I like motorcycles?” he asked quietly.
Swallowing deeply, Tom ran a trembling hand over his mouth. “I uh… didn’t,” he replied with a nervous smile. “There wasn’t much choice in the gift shop and I figured you wouldn’t be interested in celebrity gossip.”
Booker’s frown deepened as he continued to stare at the cover of the magazine in his hand. Several minutes passed before he returned his gaze to Tom. “Can you do me a favor?”
Eager to change the conversation, Tom nodded his head. “Sure, whatever you want.”
Dennis pulled anxiously at his lower lip before making his request in a soft voice. “In the cupboard, tell me if there’s a black leather jacket hanging in there.”
Tom kept his expression neutral but deep inside, his anxiety levels were rising. Seeing the picture of the motorcycle had stirred something deep within the recesses of Booker’s memory and even though he knew it was a positive sign, it also signaled the end of his charade. As each memory formed, Dennis would be one-step closer to finding out the truth; that he had been lying to him from the very beginning because he was too afraid to admit what he had done.
Getting to his feet, he walked over to the tall, narrow cupboard and opened the door. Hanging inside was Booker’s black leather jacket. The inanimate object mocked him with its effectiveness to expose him for what he really was... a fraud. His shame was so overwhelming that perspiration began to bead above his top lip and hiding his face behind the open door, he screwed his eyes closed and struggled to think of a way out. However, when his mind came up blank he knew he had no choice and sighing heavily, he reached into the cupboard and pulled out the jacket.
Booker’s eyes grew wide and he chewed frantically on his lower lip. “I knew,” he whispered, as tears of relief blurred his vision. “Oh God Tommy, I remembered something!”
Laying the jacket on the chair, Tom sat down on the bed and gave Dennis a genuine smile. As much as he hated the thought of explaining his actions to his nemesis, he was truly relieved that Booker’s memory was beginning to filter back. He had no idea how much longer it would take before his full memory returned but he made up his mind to continue to support him in any way he could. Since the shooting, he had seen a different side to Booker, a gentler, more considerate aspect of his personality was shining through and he actually liked the man lying in the hospital bed in front of him. It was not an easy thing to admit to himself but it was true. Amnesia Booker was someone that he would like to get to know better even though the thought was somewhat disconcerting.
Realizing that he had not spoken, he reached out and gave Booker’s hand a squeeze. “That’s fantastic Dennis,” he enthused. “Maybe we should call a doctor.”
Booker shook his head violently from side to side. “Nuh-uh,” he replied hurriedly. “They’ll take me off for scans and God knows what else and I want to spend some time with you. I’ll tell them after you leave, I promise.”
Tom smiled. “Okay,” he agreed and as unsettling as it was, he was secretly pleased to have more time to get to know the enigma that was Dennis Booker.
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As he had predicted, as soon as Booker spoke about remembering his leather jacket, a nurse notified his doctor and he immediately found himself in radiology waiting for an MRI scan of his brain. He returned to his room hours later feeling tired but happy and he hungrily wolfed down the sandwiches that the food service worker had left on his table. When he had finished, he lay back against his pillows and closing his eyes, he recalled the time he had spent with Tom.
He found his new friend a bit of a mystery. Although friendly and kind, Tom was extremely evasive about his life. He said he was studying music at college, which was where he had injured his arm. However, the more Booker quizzed him about it, the vaguer he became until eventually he turned the conversation to the general topic of sport. Although curious, Dennis did not push. He enjoyed Tom’s company and he wanted him to continue visiting. It was tedious lying in bed with no one to talk to for hours at a time and he longed for the day when the doctor removed his drainage tube so that he could start physiotherapy on his leg. Although he knew the rehabilitation would be tough, it would at least breakup the day. He had only been awake for two days and already he was fantasizing about leaving hospital and living his life, hopefully with his memories intact. However, even if his memories did not return, he was confident that he would cope, especially if he had his friend by his side.
Sighing contentedly, he relaxed his body and allowed images of Tom’s face to float into his mind. His lips twitched into a smile as he felt his cock reacting to his thoughts. It was a relief to know that despite his injuries, everything still worked as it should. Moving his hand under the covers, he lifted up his gown and lightly trailed his fingertip up and down his growing erection. A soft moan of pleasure escaped his lips and his body squirmed beneath his touch. He knew he needed to be discreet, his door was open and a nurse could arrive at any moment to check his vitals. Wrapping his finger and thumb around his growing erection, he began to move his hand up and down his shaft and his pleasure immediately intensified. He took his time reacquainting himself with his body and he shuddered in delight at the sensation that tingled through his nerves. Precum leaked from his slit and his breathing became shallow as he gently twisted his hand during every downward motion, sending shock waves through his body. Increasing the pressure, he built up speed, working his hand faster and faster over his aching erection. As he felt his orgasm rising, he bit down hard on his lower lip and stifling a cry, he climaxed forcefully over his stomach.
Slowing his hand, he opened his eyes and gazed worriedly around the room. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was still empty. The wound in his chest throbbed dully from the exertion and heavy breathing but he barely registered the pain. He felt sated and calm from his release and he smiled contentedly. Even though he knew he would never have sex with Tom, he assured himself that there was no harm in using his image in his fantasies. Tom was so beautiful and he knew he would experience many explosive orgasms whilst imagining his full lips moving seductively up and down his cock.
It was his guilty secret and he would not divulge it to anyone.
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Tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter, Tom opened his refrigerator and taking out a beer, he walked back into the living room and flopped down onto the couch with a sigh. He picked up the remote and flicking through the channels, he settled on a hockey game. Taking a large sip of beer, he stared distractedly at the television as his mind returned to his visit to the hospital. It bothered him that he found Booker’s company so companionable. He had always found the dark haired officer to be egotistical and opinionated but since the shooting, he had uncovered his vulnerable side and he liked what he saw. Dennis was amusing, intelligent and surprisingly philosophical in his thinking. His personality showed no signs of the arrogance and sarcasm that Tom had come to loathe in the six months he had known him and it opened up all kinds of possibilities for the future. If the man lying in the hospital were in fact the real Dennis Booker, then working with him would be much easier than it had been in the past and he could see a genuine friendship forming from the ashes of their previous animosity. All he could hope was that Dennis would not revert to his old ways now that he was on the verge of regaining his memory.
Finishing off his beer, he kicked off his shoes and lay down on the couch. He had promised Dennis that he would visit him again the following day and he was actually looking forward to discovering another piece of the Dennis Booker puzzle.
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Dennis’ eyes flew open and his chest rose and fell painfully as he gasped for breath. His hospital gown clung to his sweat soaked body and his dark hair stuck to his head in damp curls. The nightmare had been so vivid and yet so surreal. He and Tom arguing under a tree… a flash of metal… gunshots… him pushing Tom to the ground… searing pain… blackness.
Struggling to a sitting position, he fumbled for the switch above his bed and his room flooded with harsh light. Closing his eyes, he attempted to make sense of his vision. He recalled calling out Tom’s name and it was then that he knew it was not a dream, it was a reality; Tom had been by his side when he was shot.
It was as though that one recollection was the key to unlocking the door to all his memories. Without warning, thousands of thoughts, faces and feelings flooded into his mind and completely overwhelmed his senses. Crying out, he held his head in his hands and rocked his body back and forth as he tried to stem the flow that threatened his sense of reality. It was too much, too quick and he felt a physical pain in his heart. He was drowning in a sea of emotion and there was no one there to save him.
“No! No! No!” he screamed. “I can’t take it! I can’t take it! I can’t take IT!”
Hearing Dennis’ distressed cry, a nurse hurried in and rushing over to his bed, she held him in her arms as tears streamed down his face and his body trembled uncontrollably. Even through the trauma he had experienced in the last few days, he had been happy but now he knew the truth and his world was crashing in around him.
Tom was not his friend, he was his adversary and he had intentionally set out to hurt him.
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