A/N: Sorry for the delay! Have another chapter! I know the character of Belle is perhaps too much, and I have received a comment or three about it, but she's nearly done with.

Apart from that, enjoy!

A stunned silence fell over the group. Elsa's jaw dropped, how could she not remember her fiancée? Her heart began to race, as her mind began to piece together all the information. Car accident, head injury, coma, and then amnesia. Her blood ran cold as she came to the horrific realisation.

"You don't remember...anything, do you? Any of us?"

Rachel shook her head no. Elsa sat down heavily, head in her hands, unable to function any more.

Amanda stepped up to the bed, smiling gently down at her. "Do you remember your name, honey?"

"No, I don't."

Amanda smiled. "That's all right, honey. Your name is-"

"No, it's not all right!" Elsa snapped. "She doesn't-"

"Elsa, please," Amanda implored. "Let me."

Elsa relented, and the doctor turned back to her patient. "Your name is Rachel Faulkner. You were involved in a car accident a few days ago, and have been in a coma ever since. You had a significant head injury, which explains the memory loss."

Rachel nodded. "This is so...confusing. I know you people?"

Alice nodded. "You do, sweetheart."

"I'm afraid your leg suffered extensive damage in the crash. We...uh...we had no choice but to amputate just below the knee."

Rachel glanced down at where her foot should be, raising her eyebrow. Elsa was extremely surprised at her lack of reaction, and gave Amanda an inquiring look.

"It'll take a while to sink in, Elsa. Give her some time." Amanda turned to Alice. "Why don't you all begin to introduce yourselves? Often, familiar sights can help some memories return."

Alice nodded, and approached the bed. "Hello, honey, do you remember me?" When Rachel shook her head, she continued. "That's all right, dear. My name is Alice. We've gotten to know each other very well over the past few months." When Rachel showed no signs of recognition, Alice smiled, and stepped back.

Anna was next. "Hey, Rach," she began awkwardly. "I'm Anna, Alice's daughter, Elsa's sister. You and I have been friends for a long time, but only recently become very close."

Still, Rachel did not recognise her, so Cally stepped up next. "Uh...hi, I guess, I'm Cally, we've never met before so...yeah."

Anna snickered, and Cally glared at her. Elsa was next. She stood, knees shaking, and approached Rachel's bed. "Hello, snowflake." Rachel furrowed her brow in confusion, causing Elsa to giggle. "I guess I should start from the beginning, eh?"

Rachel smiled. "That might be necessary!"

Elsa took a deep breath, and began. "We met not long ago, through Anna. She and you knew each other for a long time, and she persuaded me to meet you. I was very socially awkward back then, and so were you! But I had nothing to fear. I..." she paused, unsure of how she should proceed. Either slow, with titbits of information, or she could rip the proverbial band-aid off and tell her everything. She opted for the latter. "We fell in love."

Rachel's jaw dropped. "Wait, what? You and I?"

Elsa nodded, tears beginning to well up.

"I don't think so, El...whatever your name is," Rachel said bluntly, growing agitated.

Elsa whimpered, a tear rolling down her cheek. Rachel seemed to realise her mistake, however, and immediately placated her with a soft smile. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry. I honestly don't remember. I guess, the thought of me being with another woman hadn't occurred to me...again I suppose."

"It's okay, snowflake. That's my nickname for you," she explained, noting the confused look on Rachel's face. "I don't know how it came to be, but you always seemed to like it."

"I guess I do."

Elsa smiled. "There's one more thing I should probably mention." She chuckled, and took a deep breath. "We're engaged!"

"We are?"

Elsa nodded enthusiastically. "Yes!"

"Wow..." Rachel looked away, focusing on the window, and began to cry.

"Oh, Rach, my dearest, what is it?" Elsa took her hand in her own.

"What do you think?" Rachel tore her hand from Elsa's. "I don't know you! I don't know any of you! You told me we're in love, that we're due to be married, and what's more, I lost my fucking leg!"

"Rachel, please-" Alice began.

"No!" Rachel was shouting now, her face beet red. "I've had enough of this shit! Just leave me the fuck alone, all of you!"

"Snowflake, please, let me-"

"Don't call me that! I'm not your fucking snowflake! I don't know who I am, but I'm not her! That girl you claim you love, she's gone!"

Elsa's heart broke, and she burst into tears, sinking back into her seat dejectedly.

Amanda nodded, more to herself than to anyone else. "Come on, everyone. Let's give her some peace."

Alice, Cally, and Anna filed out glumly, a sombre air about them. Amanda stood by the door, giving each one a reassuring smile. Finally noticing that Elsa had remained in her seat, she spoke "Elsa? Are you coming?"

"No."

"I think it would be for the best, Elsa."

"I'm not leaving her side, doctor. She may not remember me, but I'm convinced there's something there."

Amanda nodded. "Rachel, honey, do you mind if Elsa stays with you?"

There was silence, and Elsa could see that Rachel was unconscious again. She gave Amanda a startled look.

"Relax, Elsa, she's just asleep," she said.

Elsa nodded, and Amanda turned to leave.

"Amanda?"

"Yes, dear?"

"D...do you think she'll ever remember?"

"I don't know, honey. But if anyone stands a chance, it's her. You're a very memorable person, and your relationship is very special." She laid a hand on Elsa's shoulder.

Tears began to stream down Elsa's cheeks again. "I just want my snowflake back."

"You'll get her."

Elsa sat at Rachel's side, gazing at the sleeping girl. "I hope so."

After the doctor left, Elsa remained at her side, even after everyone else had left. Alice and Anna had volunteered to go to Rachel's apartment, to bring back some items that will hopefully jog Rachel's memory.

Rachel shifted in her sleep, and Elsa immediately perked up, moving closer to Elsa and taking her hand in her own again. Her fiancée's eyes fluttered as they opened, and Elsa made sure she was the first thing she saw when she woke.

"Hi, Rach," she murmured.

"Hello yourself." Rachel said pleasantly.

"I...how are you feeling?"

"I still don't remember anything, I'm afraid, but other than that...well enough." Elsa squeezed her hand, and Rachel looked down. She expected her to pull her hand from her grip, but she did not, instead allowing Elsa to continue to hold her hand. "You stayed here with me?"

Elsa nodded, her eyes growing wet.

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you...Elsa." Rachel cracked a smile as she recalled Elsa's name from before. "It wasn't right of me. If, as you say, I'm your fiancée, then I'm a very lucky girl."

Elsa's heart fluttered, and she instinctively leaned in for a kiss, but resisted the urge. Rachel smiled, still holding Elsa's hand. "Will you tell me about myself? Do I have any family?"

Elsa faltered. No one had told her of her mother's fate yet, unsure if she could handle the news. Rachel noticed the change in Elsa's demeanor immediately. "Elsa? What is it?"

Elsa took a deep breath. "I...your mother, Rach..."

"What about her?"

"She's dead, snowflake. She died in the accident."

Rachel gasped, shocked. It must be a strange mixture of emotions, Elsa thought. She was obviously saddened at the thought she no longer had a mother, but, from her perspective, she never met her. It was difficult to mourn someone you didn't know. Rachel's face reflected this, a troubled expression marring her beautiful face. "And...my father? What of him?"

"He died a long time ago, long before we met."

Rachel gulped, the realisation sinking in. "So...I'm an orphan? I have no one left..."

Elsa squeezed her hand comfortingly. "You have me."

Rachel smiled. "I guess I do, don't I?" Her expression turned melancholy again. "But, try as I might, I don't know you, Elsa. From my perspective, I just met you!"

"I know, darling. But we'll get there, you'll see."

At that moment, there was a sharp knock on the door. Elsa crossed the room to answer it, and was immediately face to face with Belle.

"You!"

Belle smirked, about to speak, but at that moment Lawson came into view, ushering along a third woman on crutches. She had long, straggly black hair, she was razor thin, and her head was bowed, so Elsa could not see her face.

"Hello, Elsa," Miranda greeted. "I have someone here who'd like to speak to you." She and Belle moved aside, and the third woman raised her head to look Elsa directly in the eyes.

It was Ariel, the girl from the sex shop they visited, so long ago.

"Ariel?"

Ariel nodded. "I guess so," she said, sullen. "I've come to...apologise, and make...peace, with R-Rachel."

Elsa furrowed her brow. "I don't understand."

Ariel took a deep breath, and Elsa could see that this woman was truly broken, defeated. She was no longer the vibrant, cocky young woman they had met in the adult store. Instead, she looked fifteen years older, her face was gaunt, wrinkles around the eyes, and her cheeks were sunken. Her dead eyes stared into Elsa's soul, making her very uncomfortable.

"I'm the one who hit Rachel's car. I caused the accident."

Elsa's blood ran cold. "It was you..."

Ariel nodded, tears beginning to run down her face.

"Why, Ariel?"

"It was an accident!" Ariel was wailing now. "I didn't mean to!"

"She was under the influence, Elsa," Miranda explained. "There was significant amounts of alcohol in her system, as well as a number of other drugs."

Elsa gritted her teeth, barely resisting the urge to strike Ariel. "You...you little bitch, you killed her mother! You took her fucking leg! You killed her mother!"

Ariel was distraught. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! God, help me, I'm sorry!" She bowed her head again, weeping openly.

"Say it to her," Elsa demanded, pointing at Rachel. "You go up to her, the girl who's life you've ruined, you look her in the eye, and you tell her! Tell her you're sorry, for all the good it'll do. Go on!"

Ariel shuffled into the room, and stood at the foot of Rachel's bed. She regarded the crippled blonde for a moment, before she spoke.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, and in that moment Elsa almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

"You're the one?" Rachel said. "You caused...this?"

Ariel nodded.

"I don't know what to say," Rachel admitted. "I don't remember you, or the crash, or my mother, for that matter. But...I appreciate you coming to me."

Ariel bowed her head, and inched her way back towards the door.

"She's a better person than I," Elsa snarled. "If it were me, if you killed my mother, I would not let you live to regret it. But you hurt my Rachel. And for that, I want you to live a very long and unhappy life knowing what you, Ariel, have done -" she leaned in close to Ariel, and whispered in her ear, "- and deep down, you will always know...you are a murderer"

Ariel was defeated, destroyed. She was fresh out of tears, but Elsa could tell she'd be wailing if she had the strength. She surprised herself at her ferocity, she didn't know she was capable of it, and she almost felt guilty.

Miranda escorted Ariel from the room, a pained expression on her face, leaving Elsa and Rachel alone in the company of Belle.

The student doctor leered at Elsa, and closed the door behind her. "Finally...we're alone."

Elsa's heart thumped in her chest. "What do you want, Belle?"

"I want you." Belle thrust herself forward and pinned Elsa against the wall, kissing her fiercely. Elsa pushed her away and slapped her, hard, but Belle recovered, bringing her hands up to grab Elsa's breasts, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh.

Elsa screamed, and Belle licked and kissed her neck. "You know you want this, Elsa...come on, don't deny yourself. Why stay with her, when you can have me? She doesn't even remember you!"

"She...will!" Elsa grunted, struggling beneath Belle's grip. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Rachel struggling to get out of bed, to help her, but the hard casts made it impossible.

Belle tore at Elsa's shirt, freeing her breasts, and it was at that moment Elsa realised exactly what Belle wanted. She was raping her. With all her strength, she elbowed Belle in the side. Belle yelped, but managed to pin Elsa's arms behind her back. She was pressed face first into the wall, the cold concrete harsh against her sensitive breasts, and Belle had all her weight pushed against her back, pinning her. "You -" she snarled at Rachel, "do not make a move. You do not tell anybody of this, you keep away from that panic button, or you'll find I'll be visiting you next, after I've finished with your whore of a fiancée!"

"Somebody help me!" Elsa screamed, at the top of her voice. Rachel was screaming for help too, disregarding Belle's threat, and Elsa was confident there was no way they couldn't be heard, it was only a matter of time. Despite the situation, a flood of warmth surged through Elsa; her Rachel, who didn't remember her, was willing to risk her safety for Elsa's sake.

The crazed girl behind her paid no mind, however, it was as if she was possessed. She leaned in closer to Elsa, lips almost touching her ear. "She...never...loved you! Look! She's not even getting out of bed to help you! What sort of fiancée doesn't help her lover?"

Elsa began to cry, not because of the physical assault, but because Belle's words cut deep. Rachel didn't love her, not anymore. All their experiences, their lovemaking, their laughs, sorrows, and tears, had been wiped away by the accident.

"That's right..." Belle growled. "You're all mine, now...no one can help you...no one loves you..." She forced her hand down underneath Elsa's waistband, and she could feel sharp fingernails raking over her backside. Elsa grew even more panicked, as Belle was inches away from entering her, and her arms were still pinned. She writhed desperately, screaming wildly. With supreme effort, she wrenched her right arm free, and drove her elbow into Belle's side. She screamed, staggering back, her arm ripped from inside Elsa's trousers, clutching at the point where Elsa hit her. With all her might, Elsa whirled around, her arm outstretched. With the back of her fist, she struck Belle across the face. There was a sickening crack, whether it was from Belle's face or Elsa's knuckles, she could not tell, too much adrenaline was coursing through her for her to notice. Belle screamed, and spun from the momentum. Quick as a flash, Elsa grabbed her by the back of the head and drove her into the opposite wall. Her forehead hit the solid obstacle with a satisfying thunk, and she collapsed, unconscious.

At that precise moment, the door burst open, and Miranda charged in, followed by Amanda and perhaps half a dozen other staff.

"What in the hell happened here?" Miranda demanded.

"Belle tried to rape Elsa!" Rachel screamed.

Miranda's jaw dropped. "Is this true, Elsa?"

Elsa nodded dumbly, still in shock. Amanda called for two orderlies, who promptly arrived with a stretcher, complete with restraints. Belle's face was a mess; a large bruise had grown across her cheek, her nose was most definitely broken, and her forehead, Elsa noted with distinct satisfaction, was complete with a sizeable dent. Her attacker was wheeled off, and the crowd that had gathered was dispersed.

"What's going to happen, Miranda," Rachel asked.

"Well, considering the circumstances, Elsa hasn't anything to worry about. It was self-defence. Are you all right, Elsa?"

Elsa shook her head. "No. No, I'm not."

Miranda smiled comfortingly. "Would you like me to call someone? Your mother, perhaps?"

"It's okay. I'd like to stay with my fiancée, if I may."

Miranda nodded. "Of course. I'll be right outside, if I need anything." Without further ado, she stepped outside and closed the door with a snap.

"Hey, Elsa." Elsa looked over, and Rachel had finally managed to manoeuvre herself into a sitting position. "Come here."

Elsa scurried over to Rachel's bed, and flung her arms around her, burying her face in Rachel's neck. She realised that her shirt was still open, and that she had exposed herself to at least eight people, but she didn't care. Rachel attempted to hug her as best as she could with the casts, and Elsa sobbed her heart out into her gown.

"Hush, Elsa, everything is going to be all right. She's gone now, she can't hurt you any more."

"Oh...Rachel...I'm so sorry! I couldn't stop her, I let her...kiss me!"

"Shhh, come now. It wasn't your fault, Elsa..."

"S...she said you never l-loved me!"

"I heard. And I don't believe it for a second, Elsie."

Elsa sobbed harder, but with tears of happiness this time. She stopped abruptly, however, and looked up, staring at Rachel.

"Rach...did you just hear what you said?"

"What...?"

"You called me Elsie..."

Rachel blinked. "So...?"

"You always used to call me Elsie," Elsa gushed excitably.

Rachel frowned. "Do you think I remembered that? That it came back to me?"

Elsa nodded frantically. "I think so!"

"I don't know. Could it not be a coincidence?"

Elsa frowned. "Please, don't spoil it? Let me believe."

Rachel smiled, and at that moment, Amanda walked through the door.

"Doctor, she remembered something?"

"She did?" Amanda's eyes widened with surprise.

"I don't think I did," Rachel deadpanned.

"She called me Elsie!"

Amanda smiled. "Let's take it as a good sign." Her face took a more serious tone, and she looked straight at Elsa. "Belle is awake, no thanks to your handiwork. Her head struck that wall pretty hard, she'll be lucky not to suffer a subdural haematoma."

Elsa winced. "Why did she try to...rape me?" She found it difficult to speak the word.

Amanda shook her head. "I honestly have no idea. She's always struck me as cocky, abrasive, and obnoxious, but never dangerous. It's possible she's suffering from some sort of psychological event we're not aware of."

Elsa raised her eyebrow. "Really? Going nuts can cause her to do that?"

"In all honesty, I'm not a psychologist, so I can't say for sure. But it is possible, yes."

"That makes sense, Elsa," Rachel added. "Surely if she was sane, she'd have the wherewithal to actually...assault you somewhere else? Somewhere alone?"

Amanda nodded in agreement. "In any case, she's safe, and under guard. As far as legal proceedings go...I have no idea."

"I don't even want to think about that right now. All I care about is Rachel getting better."

Her fiancée smiled at her, and just for a split second, she had her Rachel back.

"Also, Amanda," she continued, "can we keep this whole incident with Belle between us? I will tell my mother, but not now."

Amanda nodded. "No problem." As if on cue, the door opened and Alice entered, followed by Anna and Luke. "Look who I ran in to," Alice exclaimed, referring to Luke.

"I got Elsa's text," he said, "and managed to leave work a little earlier." He strode to Rachel's bedside. "Hey there," he smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Aside from not remembering a goddamned thing, pretty good," Rachel said with a light laugh.

"Ah, yes, Alice explained everything. Hurry up and get better, you hear?"

"Yes, sir," Rachel smiled, giving a mock salute.

Elsa felt her heart lighten. Despite the amnesia, the missing foot, the multiple contusions and internal damage, Rachel's sense of wit and humour had not been marred in the slightest. It was moments like these where Elsa could almost fool herself that everything was fine.

Alice approached the bed next, carrying a large tote bag over her shoulder. "We brought you a few things, honey, that we'd like you to take a look at. They're all very dear to you, so hopefully they'll help to jog your memory somewhat."

Rachel nodded. "Alright," she said simply.

Alice began to remove a series of items, one by one, and present them to Rachel; an ornate pen, a necklace, a tiny figurine. Rachel studied each one, her expression unchanged each time.

Elsa was about to give up hope with this little exercise when Alice removed a sheet of paper from her bag, and handed it over. Rachel took one look at it before her eyes widened, gasping.

"Rachel, sweetie," Alice spoke softly. "Do you recognise it?"

Rachel nodded her head slowly, her mouth agape.

"I do."

Elsa flung herself around the bed to get a better view. Rachel was holding the drawing Elsa created, the one of her sleeping, all that time ago. She felt herself redden, the tops of Rachel's breasts were visible over the duvet, and she could feel her mother smirking at her.

Paying her no mind, she sat next to Rachel on the bed. "You really remember this?"

"I don't remember you drawing it, no. But I do remember it, though it's as if I'm remembering it from a dream, like I'm looking at it through fog, you know?"

Elsa nodded.

"It just seems...familiar," Rachel explained.

"Oh my god, this is so fantastic," Elsa squealed, hugging Rachel tightly. Rachel returned the hug as best she could, grinning from ear to ear.

"This really is wonderful news, Rachel," Amanda chimed in. "It's likely your other memories will return in time. Perhaps when you're released, and back in your own home, they'll start to come back."

"When will that be," Elsa asked, shuffling down the bed and snuggling into Rachel, who, to Elsa's surprise, leaned her head into her, instead of pulling away.

"Very soon, actually," Amanda replied. "You're healing up nicely, the surgeries weren't too extensive, and your leg is coming along well. Tomorrow, we're going to get you fitted for a prosthesis, so you'll be able to move around some. When those casts come off, we'll schedule you for some physical therapy."

Rachel nodded, smiling.

"I've also taken the liberty of booking you in with Dr. Thrace, our resident psychiatrist. With a little luck, she can help you recover some of your lost memories."

"Thank you, doctor."

Amanda nodded, and left the room. Elsa looked over at Rachel, and she could see that her eyelids were beginning to get droopy. Alice had noticed too, and was next to speak. "We'll let you get some rest, then," Alice smiled, ushering Anna and Luke from the room.

Elsa moved to rise from the bed, but was stopped by Rachel. "Will...will you stay with me, please?"

"Are you sure?" Elsa could hardly believe her ears.

"Yeah...I mean...you make me feel safe, I guess."

"Of course I will stay with you, snowflake," Elsa replied, settling back down into Rachel. She planted a soft kiss on her cheek, before snuggling into her shoulder. Rachel buried her face in Elsa's hair, inhaling gently.

Elsa smiled, and drew Rachel closer, feeling her comforting warmth radiating into her. She could hear Rachel inhale once more, and her grip stiffened.

"Rachel?"

"That smell...your smell...I remember it."