Her head was spinning and she felt sick to her stomach. Dorothy went to stick her hand to her forehead and found out she couldn’t move. In fact she couldn’t even talk, for she was bound up. Slowly, the door opened and a tall man walked in. When he walked up to her, fear set in.

"Shh... Dorothy. It’s ok, you’re in good hands," he said. God how it killed him to see her like this. Her blue eyes wide in fear of… him. Those bastards have done this to his sweetheart. How they would pay.

He looked familiar to Dorothy, ‘where have I seen him before?’ He bent down and started to untie her. Those green eyes looked so familiar.

"A while ago did you and another guy fight with three people?" Dorothy said after her gag was removed and she realized where she saw him.

"Yes…" he responded hesitantly. His eyes narrowed when he said, "Why, were you one of them?"

"You guys hurt one of my friends!" Dorothy said with her fear and curiosity turning to anger. "What’s your name?"

"Trowa," he answered. "Who got hurt?"

"I don’t have to tell you."

Trowa grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, "Tell me."

"Why do you want to know? It’s not like you cared then."

"Please Dorothy tell me," Trowa said with his eyes pleading.

"Hilde was shot and if I wasn’t for Catherine and I, you guys would have killed her," Dorothy said glaring at Trowa. He released her and walked out of the room.

Out side he leaned up against the wall. ‘How will I tell Duo that he shot Hilde,’ Trowa thought.

"Hey Trowa," Duo said jogging up to Trowa. "How’s Dorothy?’

"She didn’t know who I was."

Duo’s smile faded and he placed his hand on Trowa’s shoulder. "Sorry man."

‘Not as sorry as you will be,’ Trowa thought. "Um, Duo remember that night we were attacked by three women?"

"Yeah."

"Well, those women were Dorothy, Catherine, and Hilde."

"Oh man." Duo placed his hand on his head. He grabbed his braid and played with it, like he always did when he was worried. "Who did I shoot?" he asked softly.

"Just keep in mind, a) she was not hurt bad and b) I would have done the same as you considering our position."

"So who did I shoot, Trowa?"

"Hilde," Trowa said. Duo’s cobalt eyes grew large and sad looking. He turned and calmly walked away. Trowa knew better than to go after the Deathscythe pilot.

"Trowa, Iria wants to look Dorothy over, could you bring her to the clinic," Lady Une called over to Trowa. Ever since Sally was kidnapped, Quatre’s sister Iria volunteered to be the doctor on call for the Preventors. Trowa nodded his head and entered the room where Dorothy was held.

"Dorothy, you need to come with me," Trowa said.

"No," Dorothy responded. She crossed her arms around her chest and stuck her nose in the air.

"Dorothy," Trowa said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I said no, besides you can’t make me." Silently, Trowa approached Dorothy and picked her up. He flung her over his shoulder and walked to the clinic. "Trowa, put me down. I mean it," Dorothy screamed. She pounded on his back, Trowa just kept on going like nothing was happening. Dorothy would have kicked, but he held her legs firmly in place.

When he entered the clinic, Iria had a bed ready for Dorothy. Immediately, Dorothy made a break for the door, but Trowa was too quick. He grabbed her and placed her kicking body on the bed. He knew she would not stay, so until Iria came he sat on Dorothy.

"See Dorothy," Trowa whispered in her ear. "I can make you do anything." When Trowa’s warm breath caressed Dorothy’s ear, she shivered. Before Trowa could say, more Iria came in. She raised her brown eyebrow at the scene before her.

"She can’t remember anything," Trowa said.

"There is nothing to remember. I don’t know you," Dorothy hissed. "Nor do I want to."

"I’ll see what I can do," Iria said. Dorothy really did not remember them.

"You will not touch me," Dorothy shouted, while trying to move. She had no luck, due to Trowa’s weight holding her down.

"Dorothy do you remember anything before you joined the new OZ?" Trowa asked.

Dorothy tried to think of something to prove she did remember, but could come up with nothing. "Yes I remember everything."

Trowa was not fooled a minute, her blue eyes gave her away. He had to grab Dorothy’s arm and hold her it place, in order for Iria to give her a shot. The shot was intended to calm her down. When Dorothy was out of it, Iria was able to examine her.

After two hours of poking and prodding Dorothy, Iria pulled Trowa to the side. "She was given some type of drug which helped induce hypnotism."

"So she is just hypnotized? Great! We can just wake her up," Trowa said smiling.

"Well, there is more to it than that." Trowa waited for her to continue. "We can’t just unhypnotize her. She needs to be reminded of her past."

"How?"

"Well, show her around. Stay with her at all times. I gave her something that will help her recall things, if her memory is jarred," Iria smiled and put her hand on his shoulder.

Trowa nodded and walked over to a very dazed looking Dorothy. He picked her up and she buried her face in his shoulder and fell asleep. Outside Trowa met up with Heero and Quatre doing their rounds.

"Hey, how is she?" Quatre asked.

"I need to help her remember."

"Well, you may want to start soon. There is news of the girls getting ready to attack again," Heero said.

"How can I do this fast?" Trowa asked.

Before Quatre could even think, Heero responded, "Show her you love her. Kiss her with more passion than ever."

Both of the other boys looked at Heero with amused looks. "What, I missed Relena so I looked around her room and found one of her romance novels."

Shaking his head, Trowa mumbled thanks and took Dorothy to his room. He laid her down on his bed.

***

Dorothy woke up with two emerald eyes starring at her. "Go away!"

"I thought you’d be hungry, so I brought your favorite." Trowa motioned to the plate of food on the end table.

"I’m not hungry," Dorothy said, not looking at the plate. Still she could smell that it was Alfredo, truly her favorite. Defying her wishes, her stomach growled with hunger. Trowa smiled and left the room.

"Hey Trowa."

Trowa turned to see Quatre jogging his way. "Hey Quatre."

"Heero told me to tell you, Dorothy needs to remember very soon. The next attack is scheduled for this week."

"I’m trying to," Trowa responded.

"Try Heero’s idea," Quatre said with a grin. "What, it might work. What’s the worst that could happen."

"She’ll hate me," Trowa said.

"Well, think positively."

"Thanks, Quatre." Trowa wanted to think about things, so he went for a jog.

After an hour Trowa returned to his room. He grabbed some clothes and slipped into the shower.

Dorothy was asleep again. She woke up and found Trowa looking over paperwork. Dorothy has been trying to remember her past ever since Trowa made that comment. "Trowa."

"Yes." Trowa lifted his head.

"Why can’t I remember?"

Trowa stood up and sat on the bed next to Dorothy. "I really don’t know?"

"I wish I knew something," Dorothy looked down at her hands.

Trowa took her chin in his hand and tilted it up. Before Dorothy could respond, Trowa placed his lips on hers. His firm, yet gentle, lips sought out a reaction from hers. When Dorothy’s body relaxed a little, Trowa’s tongue traced her lips seeking entrance. At this Dorothy gasped with surprise, and Trowa took his chance, and his tongue entered her mouth. Before he got too carried away, Trowa reluctantly pulled away. Dorothy was still quiet with shock.

"That was just a little about what we used to do," Trowa said. His voice was still husky. He turned and walked out of the room.

‘What was that about?’ Dorothy wondered. She placed her finger to her lips, ‘he really is a great kisser. Wait a second, he is the enemy. But he seems so nice and so… familiar.’ She continued to argue with herself until she fell asleep.