âThe resemblance is remarkable.â I continue. âI couldnât feel any prosthetics or anything while I was having my up-close experience of your face so I figured you must have some super high tech next generation facial modeling kit or something. Can you take it off? I didnât want to bring it up while you were having memory issues, but itâs pretty weird kissing someone who looks like someone else. I mean if your voice wasnât the same I wouldâve thought you were him.â
We both sit up on the couch. âUh yeah, I know the guy, his name is Ryan. We work together. He saw me having a little trouble remembering my face so he let me borrow his.â This guy sure was taking this costume thing seriously.
âSo does he have your face now? Did you guys swap? And how do you take that thing off. I donât see any seam or anything.â I looked around his jawline to see if there was some transition from his own skin to the prosthetic mask, but if it was there I couldnât tell.
âUh no.â Ryan looks sheepish all of the sudden. âSee, I can do⌠This.â He waved his hand over his face, and when his hand passed by his face suddenly changed from Ryanâs, to mine.
I back peddled off the couch. I had been lying to myself about what was going on, and it all came crashing down. I had been blocking out how weird it was to be talking to somebody wearing his friendâs face. I had been blocking out how abnormal it was to be this attached to somebody this quickly. It had gone completely over my head how irrational, teenage girl, first crush type behavior it was to go after a guy so hard when he clearly just wanted to forget you.
âWait Jennifer, itâs not that bad. Look, I have a license.â He was reaching for his wallet but I didnât want to hear it. Weird mental disorders that spontaneously went away when you kissed somebody? What had I been thinking? I stumbled into the kitchen, trying to find my way to the door.
âJennifer please, I remember now.â Oh now he remembers everything. After he had reeled me in with the ridiculous âpoor patheticâ me act, made me do this whole âhelp me rememberâ routine. Now he remembered. Florence nightingale syndrome, thatâs what this was. Just a sick guy who I happened to fall for, and sick was right. This was sick.
Heâs run around in front of me now. Heâs blocking the door.
âOut of the way Jason.â I order him.
âNo, Jennifer I canât let you go just yet. Youâve helped me figure something out.â This was rich. Now that he had dropped the âhey Iâm something cooked up in a lab by a mad scientistâ line, now he had it all figured out. Just what had he done to his face anyway?
âHelped you figure out what? Kissing girls magically heals your fake poorly defined memory disorder? Let me go Jason. I just really need to go.â He started edging away from the door. In a second there would be enough room for me to get by.
âYouâve always wanted to go to Ireland and Cacti donât need to be water almost at all.â How had he known that?
âHow did you know that?â I demand. Heâs slipped away from the door enough to let me go through, but I have to hear how heâs discovered this about me.
âBecause thereâs something else you donât know, but before you leave I have to tell you what Iâve figured out.â I fold my arms. I have a way of escape now, so if this isnât really convincing I can run for it.
I donât say anything, but he takes my silence for permission, and starts to speak.
âItâs not kissing that triggers my memory loss or gain. Itâs strong emotion. My face slips when I feel it, and I didnât realize that my mind did too.â He demonstrates his face âslippingâ, and my stomach turns. âI know that I got really angry earlier today and somehow that made me forget all about you. Just now on the couch I felt other things really powerfully and it made me remember things.â Iâd be curious to hear what these other things are that he felt at a later date. âBut I donât remember everything. I donât remember what my real face is, and I donât remember how this happened. I need you to help me unlock those last memories so I can figure out what made me forget you.â I looked to the door.
âIf youâre about to suggest I kiss you again.â
âAbsolutely not, I wouldnât dream of it. I perfectly understand why youâre freaking out. Most people are a little unnerved the first time they see a shifter. I thought you wouldnât because youâve obviously heard of us.â That catches me off guard.
âWhy would I have heard of you?â He was hiding something else. âAnd why did you say us?â
He purposefully ignores the first question. âBecause there are a lot of us. Well, at least a few anyway. Weâre sort of a new thing in human development I guess.â
âI donât believe you.â I say. âWhy havenât I heard of you? A baby gets born with four arms and it makes international news. Why would someone with an ability to change their appearance, and their mind if what youâre telling me is right, not be on the front page of every news outlet everywhere?â
He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He opens and closes it again, but again nothing. He scratches his head, looks back at the coffee table in the living room, but still doesnât say anything.
âShould I go talk to one of these other shifters and they could tell me why something as important as you is being kept a secret?â I ask him.
âWell you could, but Iâve never actually seen one.â Jason says. This is too perfect. If I hadnât seen his face do the impossible twice, and with my very own eyes, I wouldâve already stormed out. I would think I had been drugged, but I hadnât eaten or drunk anything in the last few hours.
âYouâve never seen one? So really youâre just assuming that they exist.â Jason doesnât know how to take that. He looks like that thought has never occurred to him.
âThey absolutely exist. Iâve talked to plenty of other who have met them.â He says, but heâs starting to look like he doesnât believe what heâs saying.
âWho?â I ask. Again, he canât think of a response. Itâs amazing how many assumptions this man makes. Itâs like his whole world is based on lies, and he doesnât even seem to know it.
âItâs common knowledge isnât it?â He finally manages to scrounge up. âLike the diet coke and Mentos thing. Or the JFK assassination, itâs just something you know isnât it?â
I shake my head. âNo Jason, itâs not. Jason, Iâve had about a million conversations with other girls about how to make my face look the best. There wasnât a single one where somebody else mentioned âoh by the way, there are these people who can just change their faces at willâ. I work in education. I follow new developments in science because I think they are cool. Trust me, something as important as you, I would know about. Everyone would know about you if they could. Have you not noticed that other people tend to react badly when you show them that?â I point to his face. Itâs probably rude, but now is not the time to make an effort to be polite. âWere you not just telling me people tend to react poorly? And while weâre talking about showing people, Youâve shown this to other people before right?â
He nods. Heâs starting to look like a man standing on a sinking ship. âWhy havenât any of these other people who youâve shown this to told other people? Things like that get around. I would call every one of my friends right now if I could, and I guarantee you that all of them would tell all of their friends. Eventually someone in the media would find out. Yet youâve never once spoken to a reporter, or a radio DJ have you?â He shakes his head. âI bet you havenât so much as spoken to a high school student who wants to do a piece on your for his school newspaper have you?â Heâs got his back to a wall now and heâs slowly sinking to the floor. Now heâs the one whose shell shocked. Now heâs the one whose world has just been shaken up and kicked around.
My voice had slowly gotten louder and louder, and I had picked up more and more steam as I had talked it out. I had poured every bit of my pent up confusion and anger into that tirade, and now that it was out I saw what it had done to him. He was crumpled against the floor, a defeated man who had just had the rug pulled out from under him, and I realized I was looking at myself.
I uncrossed my arms and slumped against the wall next to him. I had my best friend torn from me, and he now knew that someone had been robbing him of his identity, had made him forget who he was and what he did. I had my world shaken by discovering people who could change their appearance on a whim. He had his world shaken by discovering that he was the only one. We were in the same situation, he and I. âYou know thereâs no one else whoâs going to understand what weâre going through.â I tell him. âI donât know how I feel about all of this, but I know that youâre the only one who can work through it with me.â He looks over at me.
âYeah I know. Sorry for freaking you out earlier.â I shake my head.
âIt wasnât your fault. You couldnât have known that was how that was going to go.â I chuckled at the irony. âI guess this means youâre a nice guy after all.â
He chuckles back. âYou know what they say about nice guys right?â
âThat theyâre wonderful and amazing and always get the girl in the end?â I ask. He cocks his head considering this.
âYup, that is absolutely what they say about nice guys.â I give him a quick peck on the cheek.
âAny new memories?â I joke. His face of defeat comes back and I kick myself. That was not the most appropriate thing to have said just then.
âNo, but you did remind me of what I was going to ask before you went on your little speech. I know how to get those last memories back. I know how to figure out who or what is making me forget everything, whose been keeping me a secret all this time.â I pucker up. âI wish, no, itâs going to have to be an even stronger experience. What we have is a fresh affection. Itâs new. Itâs novel. While it feels strong to us it canât compare to the bond that two people who have spent years of their lives together can experience, and what it feels like when that bond is broken. Thatâs why I need your help.â Now heâs lost me. âIâm going to need to tap into an emotional experience of yours.â
âWhat emotional experience? What are you talking about?â He moves to the wall opposite me and sits back down so weâre facing each other across the hall.
âYou asked me to trust you earlier. Now Iâm asking you to return the favor. Jennifer, do you trust me?â I consider how absolutely insane the last 24 hours have been. How itâs been serious, silly, world shattering, dynamic bending, craziness, Iâve experienced more firsts, more highs, and more lows with Jason in our brief time together than Iâve experienced in relationships that lasted whole months. Itâs mind boggling, surprising, depressing, and thrilling all at the same time.
âI promise this is the last surprise, at least from me.â He says. I look at him. I really take a second to take him in. Is this a man I can trust? Well, one way or the other I was about find out. It was time for one more leap of faith.
âYes Jason, one more time, I trust you.â He nods, and takes his hand up to his face. When he pulls his hands away, heâs wearing Sarahâs face.
Chapter 5
If I wasnât sitting down I wouldâve collapsed. I clap my hand to my mouth and hear myself breathe in sharply.
âI canât believe it.â I say. âThey told me they found a look-a-like. They had this whole speech about how they found people who looked just like past loved ones, hired professional make-up artists and prosthetic specialists to perfect the resemblance. He even had this demonstration with voice modulators that could replicate anybodyâs speech from only a few sound bites.â Heâs wearing the same supportive expression as he did that other day. It really was him.
âIt was you. I canât believe it was you.â I bury my face in my hands. I need a moment. Then I remember why heâs doing this. He needs me to access that strong emotion that connected me and Sarah. He needs me to go back to that place where I was yesterday. I need it too. Weâre both in this together now, and if weâre going to get out of this I canât hide from what this is going to make me feel.
I look up, and there Sarah is, just like the day I said goodbye to her before she left for work and never came back.
âYou know, I havenât thought about you since the last meeting. Prince charming here has been sweeping me off my feet so much that I havenât had time to really think about it.â I feel drained. Itâs been a roller coaster of emotions since lunch time. âWhich I guess was the point, but I forgot how much I missed you. I would kill to talk to you right now. This is exactly the thing we used to talk about all the time.â Jason is really good at this. His supportive gaze is flawless. Thereâs no sign of what heâs going through behind that mask heâs wearing.
âWell, not exactly this, we never had some crazy conspiracy theory involving some miraculous new development in human anatomy and medicine. Although there was that one guy who tried to beat the world record for holding your breath underwater on the first date. Thank goodness that lifeguard was paying attention. You know they still wonât let him into that swimming pool?â I really do wish she was here. Itâs so difficult doing this without her.
âWe laughed so hard about that I skipped my ab workout for the next three days.â I run my hand through my hair. My eyes are starting to sting.
âYeah, this is exactly the sort of thing Iâd like to talk to you about. You know my family doesnât really help out with this stuff and the two of us always kind of relied on each other to figure out who to trust and who to go to when we needed help. We mustâve bailed each other out of bad dates and shifty situations a dozen times each. You were always the first person on my speed dial.â Now the tears start to come. âYouâre still the first person on my speed dial. I donât know why. Iâve had your number memorized for years, even with contacts and caller ID, I still have your number memorized in case I need to call you.â My voice is cracking, and Sarah, well actually Jason, is still holding that gaze. Heâs doing this thing where whenever I say something particularly heavy he reacts a little bit. A softening of the eyes, a twitch of the mouth, a slight inclining of the head, he makes sure I know heâs receiving every word Iâm giving.
âThereâs still so much of my life thatâs tied to you. I think weâre still married on Facebook. I havenât deleted any of our text messages. I probably never will, I guess because I need that. I donât want to forget you Sarah. I know this hurts now because youâre gone, but I know that the pain is going to slowly fade with time, and when it heals Iâll still be left with all the good times, the laughs, and the love. I want to still hold onto that Sarah. So I guess for now weâre still going to be married, and Iâm going to hold onto as much of you as I can. I know itâs clichĂŠ, but I feel like as long as I donât let you go, youâre still here.â I pause to wipe my face, and get the strands of hair out of my face that have somehow stuck themselves to my nose.
âI said it last time, and Iâll say it again. Iâll remember you Sarah.â I hope thatâs all Jason needs, because I donât have anymore. Iâve reached my emotional limit. I return my face to the sanctuary of my hands and let loose.
Jason comes back over and puts an arm around my shoulder, not saying a word, just pulling me in so that I donât have to be alone in this. He lets me have my moment, my time to mourn, and doesnât rush my in anyway.
Iâm not sure how much time has passed when I finish, but when I look up the shadows on the walls have lengthened considerably.
âThank you.â I say, grateful that when I finally look up heâs wearing his own face, the face that I decapitated fruit with. âNot just for right now, but for yesterday too. You let me say goodbye to her, and you knew how rough that was on me. So you prepared the best first date Iâve ever been on to help heal the wounds. Thank you for that.â He kisses me on the forehead and gives me a squeeze.
âYouâre welcome Jennifer.â I take a cleansing breath and give myself a shake.
âSo do you have something equally as awesome planned for our second date?â He nods his head.
âYou gave me what I needed. I remember everything now. I know who did this, and I know what Iâm going to do about it. Iâm not sure if Iâd call it a date, but Iâve found that taking action can be equally as cleansing as laughing your guts out.â He wears a new expression now, a determined expression. âYou want to help me bring some scum bags to justice?â I nod my head.
âGood, because weâve got work to do, Iâve got a list of supplies you need to buy, and Iâve got some research to do. Iâve remembered some things that they really wanted me to forget. You remember how I said Iâve never gotten sick?â I nod. âThere was a lot more to that than meets the eyes. I have aâŚ. unique application for shifting.â Weâve got to move quickly. I go to work tomorrow, and itâs going to be a memorable day.â
Iâm sitting at my desk, waiting for Marcus to show up for work, when he walks through the door. âGood morning Marcus.â I call to him as he comes through the doors. He waves to me, quickly making his way to his office door.
âGood morning Ryan, I had a late night, so please excuse me while I slip into my office.â
âLike your new coat.â I call to him. He waves again as he slips inside and prepares himself for the day. It looks to be a fairly light day. We donât have any clients coming in for several hours.
This is a good thing, because a female of interest just popped into view. From the security cam in the elevator I could see Jennifer, the girl who had almost ruined our little operation, pressing the button for our floor.
âSecurity come to floor 6 immediately.â I call into the radio. âWeâve got Jennifer coming up.â We had sent a team to her apartment last night, but she wasnât there, and her car was gone. This morning we had sent a team to the school she worked at, but she wasnât there either, and her supervisors had no idea where she was.
Apparently she needed some resolution from Jason. We would give her some resolution, but not the kind she wanted. I checked the feeds to Marcusâs office to make sure he wasnât going anywhere. He had a hat pulled down over his face and appeared to be taking a nap. It was unprofessional of him, so it was a good thing this wasnât a real job.
The bell for the elevator sounded, and our security was right in place. As soon as she stepped out two large men pinned her to the ground, and two more gagged and bound her.
âInterrogation room.â I said. âMake it quick, and get somebody down here to cover for me in case Jason comes out. The interrogation room was right next to Marcusâ room. We put the same soundproofing on it as we did his room. You could set off a hand grenade inside and no one would hear a thing.
They forced her inside and pushed her into a chair. I closed the door tightly to insure nobody who walked in would hear a thing, and rounded on the girl who had almost cost us billions.
âYou just had to come back and see him again didnât you?â I ask, rolling up my sleeves. âYou couldnât let prince charming go. You had to come back one last time to say goodbye.â I un-holster my sidearm and set it down on the table beside her, just inside her peripheral vision. The gun is a small thing that I keep hidden for special occasions.
âNow, hereâs how this is going to work. Youâre going to tell us everything you know about Marcus. The man you knew as Jason, and then youâre going to tell us everyone else who knows about him. And if youâre really good, weâll let you live.â Her death wasnât strictly speaking necessary. The memory serum we had concocted from Marcusâs blood would wipe her memory without killing her. She was an asset we could control, but we needed to know how far things went. I might dispose of her anyway, just because of all the trouble she caused, but I would decide that once this was over. Covering up a disappeared person was difficult, but for the right occasion, it could be arranged.
We were going to have to cut down on Marcusâ social life. This was the second person we had to interrogate this week. The grocery store had been a slip up we couldâve easily avoided too. Perhaps we could tell Marcus that the company now had a plan to provide grocery delivery. Maybe a grateful client could offer this service at a discount. We would think of something, but we had to minimize that kidâs social time.
âWhat are you guys talking about? Why are you doing this?â She asks, looking around terrified at all the guns in the room. Security had brought out the large assault rifles to make an impression.
âDonât play innocent, you really expect me to fall for that? You honestly think I would believe Marcus didnât show you his trick to impress you on your little date?â I for one couldnât believe that such a useful talent would not be utilized to impress any potential women in his life.
âWhat special talent? Are you talking about his accents? I know heâs really good at that.â Sheâs eyeing the pistol sitting next to her head. âWho are you guys? Are you with the government? Why are you doing this to me?â She was good, and if she hadnât been missing from work completely unannounced I might believe her, but her story had an odor to it.
âWhy werenât you at your house yesterday? Why didnât you show up to work this morning? Were you trying to contact Marcus?â
âWhat, whose Marcus?â Now she had slipped up. I had told her earlier in this conversation who Marcus was. She knew something, and she wasnât letting on.
âLook me in the eye Jennifer.â I lean in close so I can see if her pupilâs dilate. âIf you really have nothing to hide than you wonât have any difficulty with what Iâm about to do.â
I pick up the gun and point it at her right hand, the little finger of her right hand.
âIf I get even the slightest sense that youâre lying to me, youâll be out of a finger. The people I work for have a lot of money, and something of an expertise in biology. We will have no trouble covering up any spontaneous acts of violence that might be about to ensue.â I chamber a bullet in the gun. âWeâve spent years doing research on Marcus and we have learned quite a bit. Now then, have you ever heard of shifters?â Jenniferâs expression suddenly turns from terror to smug confidence.
âSo thatâs it.â She says. âYou work for some big corporation thatâs doing research on Marcus. Youâre trying to keep it quiet so nobody else can compete with you.â She had just earned her right to be one of those lucky few worthy of becoming a missing person. I pointed the gun at her head and fired twice.
Her head cocked back backwards over the chair and I started to think about what method of disposal would be the best, when Jenniferâs head tilted forwards again. The two bullets are sticking out of her head like horns. Theyâve barely penetrated the skin.
âHavenât I always told you itâs not the face that matters. Itâs whatâs underneath that counts.â
âShoot him!â Ryan called out. All four guards were happy to oblige, opening up with their thirty round magazines and on full auto, and not letting up until every round had been fired. I weathered the hail of bullets without flinching, staring directly at Ryan as he also emptied the remaining six bullets in his clip.
When they were finished, and it didnât take long, I stood. I grew six inches taller, my hair shortened, and my face morphed into Jasonâs.
They couldnât do anything but watch. None of them had thought to bring spare ammunition. They hadnât even known they were going to shoot me.
I shook myself and 128 bullets fell to the ground. Most of the bullets donât even have blood on them.
âYou never seemed to be a fast learner Ryan.â I said. One of his henchmen took some initiative. He drew a knife and tried to stab me in the arm. It stuck in less than a centimeter. I looked at his knife, and then at him.
âThatâs adorable.â I say, before grabbing his wrist, twisting it ninety degrees to slam him into the table, and then breaking the knife off at the hilt. Itâs amazing what a little pressure applied the right way could do.
âYou seem to underestimate me a lot too.â He was doing it right now. If the man had any sense he wouldâve started running the second he realized I had survived a double tap to the head.
âRush him!â Ryan shouted, stepping back to let the three remaining guards jump at me. Itâs a pathetic attempt. I throw the hilt of the broken off knife at one of the guards, knocking him out, morphing my wrist allows me to put an inhuman amount of spin on the blade. As the second of four guards falls, I apply a chokehold to the third, and stare down the fourth as he tries to dislodge his friend from my grasp.
When the guards slumps unconscious in my arms I just stare at this friend. He tries punching me out a few times, but succeeds only in damaging his fist.
Once heâs hurt his hand to the point where he canât throw any more punches I point to a chair.
âSit.â I command, and the guard doesnât even look to Ryan for confirmation before sitting down.
âNow then.â I say, turning to address Ryan, who has still defied all reason by not fleeing for his life. âYour guards are disabled. This room is soundproof so you canât call for help. If you try to use your radio Iâll break it, and Iâm sure by now youâve figured out if you try to leave this room I wonât let you. So, what options do you have left?â Ryan checks his radio and glances at the door. Iâm somewhat disappointed he doesnât at least try to see if I can stop him, but I guess he just lacks either the courage or the initiative.
âYou know we have a lot of money.â He says.
âBribery, thatâs quaint. Iâm honestly insulted that you think a little cash is going to prevent any of this from getting out. Did you forget you tried to shoot me a few seconds ago?â
âI wasnât trying to shoot you. I was trying to shoot Jennifer.â I almost laugh at how absurd his defense is.
âAnd you think that makes it better?â I ask.
âHow much have I done wrong to you Jason?â Ryan asks. âYouâve started to remember a lot clearly, how far back does it go?â He canât leave the room so he walks over to the table, and picks up the broken blade of the knife.
âDo you remember what we used to do with these?â He looks at the blade, watching the sunlight glint off of it. âDo you remember how we used to take bets on how much force you could take before we could break your skin? Iâm impressed you remembered how to do it.â I donât have to hold back. I could just take him out right here, right now. I do remember what heâs talking about. Itâs a memory that Iâd erase if I could.
âI remember when we first discovered that you could harden your skin like that. Of course that was after we learned to modify your memory, or else I wouldnât have dreamed of disciplining you that hard, but thankfully you didnât remember. You didnât even have any scars on your smiling face when you came into work that day.â My anger is boiling again. I can feel myself begin to reflexively imagine those floating spheres. Those spheres he had used to channel my anger into my memory and forget.
âWe found that you were not so resilient to fire. Which was unfortunate, weâve been having such luck manufacturing isolates from your skin as body armor. We had hoped to sell other isolates as fire retardents, but alas, it was not meant to be. I still kept the photos though. The burn patterns were most intriguing.â I can see the spheres now. Like a beaten dog Iâm forced into the pattern Iâve been through so many times.
âYouâre starting to feel yourself fade arenât you Jason. And the beauty of it is you canât help it. You have been our slave for so long that you donât know how to be free, and itâs your own anger thatâs to blame. If you just kept it under lock and key we wouldnât have been able to do any of this to you.â
âGood thing there are emotions stronger than hate.â Jennifer says. Ryan spins on his heel. He was so focused on me he didnât notice Jennifer enter the room. His mouth drops open in shock, and Jennifer shoves a gas grenade in it and pulls the trigger. She pins his arms behind his back as the thing goes off, and he faints.
âCoward, didnât even have enough guts to get knocked out by the gas.â She says through her gas mask. âDonât go anywhere.â She orders the remaining soldier. âWe wouldnât want to insult you be leaving you conscious.â I give the soldier a nod, and we step out.
âFreeze!â A guard shouted as soon as we stepped out of the room. I threw myself between the six guards who had appeared, and Jennifer. I grabbed her has mask off her head and threw it at the nearest guard. That was enough to provoke them.
Again, I felt the sting of over a hundred rifle rounds striking me, and then falling to the floor. Again I shook myself while the guards checked their weapons to insure they were working. One burned his finger when he touched his barrel to see if it was warm.
âBoo.â I said, and the guards scattered like flies. Some ran upstairs. Some fled down, Some just dashed into whatever room was nearby.
âAnymore coming?â I asked Jennifer. She had run through the security camera feeds before she had stepped inside.
âNo, that was the last of them. I already placed a call into 911 as well. The police should be here shortly.â She said.
âSo thatâs it then.â I surmise, sliding into Ryanâs former seat. Jennifer perched herself on the desk.
âYeah, looks like. You arenât worried about the police at all? Iâm sure thereâs a decent amount of what weâre doing thatâs illegal.â I shrug.
âMaybe, but I know Iâve got a pretty clear case of self-defense.â I point to my chest and forehead. âThey did shoot me quite a bit.â
âI think Iâve got a good case for self-defense too.â Jennifer says. âWhen the guy who was sitting at Ryanâs desk got spooked by all the commotion you were causing, he came into your office with a gun. It wasnât a problem since I had already set off the first knockout gas grenade and was hiding behind your desk so he couldnât shoot me, but yeah, I think itâs pretty clearly self-defense. Iâm slightly worried about what I did to Ryan, but when they review the tapes I think theyâll come down on my side.â
âDid you get a chance to look at the archived tapes?â I ask.
âYes, I didnât get a chance to check very thoroughly, but there are records that stretch back for years. These guys werenât terribly worried about getting caught it seems. And if I could get access to them Iâm sure the cops will.â
She kicks her legs absently against the desk while we wait for the police to show up. We had considered trying to purge the record of what we had done here. Maybe steal some kind of evidence and try to take down the corporation from the outside, but we had to be real. Neither of us had any kind of experience in that sort of thing. If we hadnât used my morphing skills to aerosolize an anesthetic capable of rapidly knocking out grown adults then we wouldâve been in real trouble.
Even with my abilities this would probably only work once. There were ways around toughened skin and improvised chemical agents.
No, we had decided it would be best to let the authorities handle this. Besides, neither of us was confident we could erase any record of our involvement, especially with all of the witnesses.
âYou mind taking this thing off?â Jennifer asked.
âRight, sorry.â I say, reaching over and touching Jenniferâs leg. When I make contact all of the skin that had disguised her as me slid back onto my body. It was trick we had picked up when I had kissed her good night. With some high heels and bulky clothes I could lend others a cloak of sorts for a time. It wasnât nearly as good as what I could do to myself, but as long as people didnât look too close, it would do.
We can now hear sirens. The police are getting close.
âWeâre both crazy. You know that right?â Jennifer asks.
I nod. âUndeniably, this was hair brained and poorly executed from the start. We only guessed at my being able to stop bullets because you couldnât remember if they tested that. We werenât sure about the videos providing enough evidence to convict these guys of what theyâve done to me, and we definitely didnât know what they had in store for security. Weâre lucky it was just assault rifles and knives. I wasnât sure if I could take anything stronger.â
âI donât mean that.â Jennifer said. âAlthough thatâs certainly true, I mean us. Thereâs no way you shouldâve put all that effort into me. Itâs amazing how much you could put yourself aside and be there for me.â
âAnd itâs almost frightening how hard you fought to bring back my memory.â I add. âSome people go their whole lives not knowing if someone would be able to be with them through a time like that, and you did it after only one date.â
âSo weâre in agreement. Weâre both crazy.â Jennifer says.
âBut as long as weâre crazy together. I think weâll be alright.â I say.
Jennifer laughs. âI donât think you have to worry about us being separated any time soon. Iâm dating a guy who can stare down an assault rifle, and also happens to be the biggest discovery in modern medicine since penicillin.â
âAnd Iâm dating an implausibly loyal girl who stood by me when she literally thought I was crazy.â I stand up and sit next to her on the desk. âBy the way, there was something I wanted to show you. You know that face I wore on our first date? The one Iâm wearing now?â Jessica nods. âItâs not my real face. I finally remembered what Iâm supposed to look like.â I waved my hand in front of my face to transition into my real face.
âWell, what do you think?â I ask. Jennifer is staring open mouthed at me. âCome on now, I donât know what girls like in terms of faces. Do you like it?â Sheâs not saying anything. âI can change back if you want. Iâm not super emotionally attached to it.â For an answer, Jennifer leans forward, as if hypnotized, and kisses me.
âDonât change a thing.â She whispers.
We hear boots coming up the stairs. Jennifer snaps out of her trance and hops off the desk. We both lay down on the ground with our hands behind our heads.
âYou ready for this?â I ask.
âPlease.â Jennifer says. âYouâre not getting out of our next date that easy.â Right as the SWAT team bursts down the door, she gives me another peck on the cheek. In the same spot she always does.
Epilogue
It was a rough ride, at least at first. Itâs not easy being in a relationship with a medical miracle. He would get called away all the time on every kind of strange operation or mission you could imagine.
Some missions were medical. His cells had remarkable qualities and he could use them to fight some otherwise incurable diseases. The CDC would call him if there was some outbreak of a new and deadly disease they wanted quelled. And periodically he would go to a local childrenâs hospital and cure everyone in the oncology ward. It wasnât something he could do very often. He explained to me that an expenditure of that kind of energy needed time to recharge, but he still managed to make it down there at least once a month.
Other missions were political. Various government agencies would consult with him and get him to provide perfect disguises for their operatives on special highly sensitive missions. He would always demand a full debriefing of what was going on and why. There were more than a few missions where he walked because he didnât agree with what was going on, but he was still a part of bringing to justice six of the worldâs top ten criminals.
Lastly, some missions were purely sentimental. After the corporation that tried to hide him was taken down he started up a new one that did exactly what the old one claimed to do. Brought people in who needed to say goodbye, and gave them a chance to make their peace.
He had a lot of demands on his time, but he said he couldnât do half of it without me. Iâve read through thousands of classified documents while he was off at childrenâs hospitals, so he could go straight to a black op from work.
I debriefed him on the intricate biochemistry of novel viruses so he could better target his treatments. Not that I knew biochemistry, but I learned.
To this day I still sit up with him and hear all the stories about the people heâs helped heal, both the good and the bad. If you ask him, he will say that itâs his favorite thing that I do for him.
But my favorite thing that heâs done for me, was at our wedding he became Sarah one last time, so she could give an embarrassing speech.