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Epilogue: Reset

Two Weeks Later

Blue eyes flickered open, blinking at the sunlight filtering through the window. They belonged to a girl with chin-length brunette hair and pale, freckled skin. She had no idea where she was, or why she was there… The room she was in had a light color scheme, an antiseptic smell filling her nostrils. Everything ached, her head most of all. She was hooked up to so many machines, monitoring and regulating her vitals.

She tried to move, failing miserably. Her entire body felt numb, limbs dead weights and mind hazy. The gentle melody from the birds outside, hushed whispers and the occasional set of footsteps were the only things she could hear. All she could do was stare at the ceiling, too exhausted to do anything else.

After some time, the door to her room opened and a woman stepped inside. If the girl had to guess, she would say this woman was a doctor given her attire. That fit in with the layout of the room, too.

"Ah, Ms. Caulfield, glad to see that you have joined the world of the living," the doctor greeted cheerfully, coming over to the bedside. "We were starting to get very worried."

Frowning at the name, the girl looked at the doctor. She recognized the words the woman was saying but... She was very confused, finding it hard to focus. A mental block. There were things she wanted to say, but couldn't. Her mouth refused to translate hazy thought to speech. So many questions and no way of asking.

The doctor began checking her over, taking notes as she carried out the examination. "Hmm… considering the state you came to us in, you seem to be relatively okay."

"Wh-" the sentence ended before it had the chance to start, the sound slurred and lost to a cough.

Giving her a sympathetic look, the older woman poured a glass of water and helped sit her up to drink. "Don't force yourself. Full recovery may take some time. You came to us in quite the state. Your friend was quite worried. Tall, blue hair, tattoo, punk rocker vibe. Goes by the name of Chloe Price."

"I…" Again, she couldn't get a sentence to form.

"You don't remember?" Slowly, the girl shook her head. She couldn't remember. "Ah, that… is worrying. Ms. Caulfield, can you remember your first name?" The doctor's words were hard to understand, took her a while to process.

First name… first name… no, she couldn't. She shook her head slightly, confused. Why couldn't she remember something so basic? Her mind was fuzzy, everything jumbled up.

Not getting a clear response, the older woman's face became lined with concern. "And do you remember why you're here?"

How did she get here, and why? Hospitals meant illness, injury, disease… something bad had happened, maybe.

"Don't worry, we'll do our very best to help you," she reassured. "Let's start off with the basics, and I hope you can take them in. Your name is Maxine Caulfield, eighteen years old. You were brought in after collapsing in the middle of a storm. You've been in a coma for two weeks."

"St… orm?" There was a flicker of recognition, one that soon died out.

The doctor nodded. "It was a fairly bad one, caused a lot of damage. Thankfully there were few injuries and no deaths. You aren't the only patient here because of that. Now, we need to run a few more tests on you, I'm afraid. Give me a moment…" She turned on her heel, walking out of the room with purpose.

The girl, or Max as she had just learned her name was, waited. It was all she could do. A while later, the doctor returned with several people. A bearded man and brunette women, older than her, and a tall girl with blue hair. They all stared at her like they had seen a ghost, tears welling up in their eyes as they moved closer to her bedside.

"Oh, Max…" the older woman managed between sobs.

The man's jaw stiffened as he pulled up a chair, staring at her. "Max, the doctor told us you can't remember much. Is that true?"

She didn't know who these people were but they must be close to her if the doctor let them in. Family, perhaps? After a moment's delay, she nodded, weak and slow. Her gaze shifted to the younger girl, who was hanging back. Was this the person the doctor had told her about earlier? She matched the description. A friend of hers…

When their eyes met, the girl gave her a watery smile, gentle. Max tried hard to recall her, failing. There was… something there, a very faint flicker of recognition but nothing else. It felt like she should remember. Of course, that didn't help her much now.

Would she ever be able to remember? She wanted to...

A Few Months Later

Slowly, Max was getting used to life without her memories. As hard as she tried, they refused to return – infuriating, to say the least. Her family and friends had tried to help her fill in the blanks, except she had a feeling they weren't telling her everything. Maybe she was just being paranoid. And maybe she was onto something…

Either way, maybe it didn't matter. There was no point trying to claw back the past eighteen years of her life by force. In time, it might come back. If not, she had to start making new memories to fill the void, and she was certainly doing that. She had spent as much time as possible trying to reconnect with the people in her life. Her mother and father were there to answer her questions and support her in any way she needed. They had made sure she got all the care she needed to aid her recovery. She'd had a lot of aftercare.

A few people had come to talk to her in the past few months, people who knew the old Max Caulfield before the storm. Some she was surprised by, Victoria Chase certainly didn't seem like the type to give her the time of day. Despite that, she and her friends – Taylor and Courtney – had paid her a visit, even thanked her for… something she couldn't remember.

Warren and Kate had kept in constant touch, two people she had been fairly close to. The former reveled in the chance to re-use all his awful science puns and insane movie recommendations on an unsuspecting victim and the latter arranged a major teashop tour of Portland, something they had apparently discuss before. Max could understand why she had been friends with them, both really funny and friendly.

Joyce Price, someone she used to consider a second mom from what she had been told, took great delight in reminding Max how amazing her cooking was, and Max was a more than willing participant in that experiment. Not only that, but Joyce had a ton of photos to share, again an activity the young photographer was happy to get lost in. She learned a lot from the older woman. Sometimes, David Madsen joined in, eager to learn more about his family's past from before he entered the picture. It was something he had neglected to do before now.

The person she had spent the most time with was her childhood best friend, Chloe Price. Apparently, they had reconnected when she returned to Arcadia Bay to attend Blackwell Academy. Max had moved to Seattle soon after Chloe's father died and they lost touch - something she felt bad about even if she couldn't remember doing it. She had also explained a little about what they had gotten up to when they reconnected, details somewhat vague. It was mostly about them getting to know each other again, trying to work through their unresolved issues. From the sounds of it, they had been partially successful.

Max sensed there was so much Chloe was withholding from her, possibly related to her condition. Maybe there was a good reason, she didn't know, but it was still kinda annoying at times. Sometimes, there was a ghost of a memory, soon crushed before it could properly take form. Certain phrases and locations seemed to inspire these brief flickers of her past and she got a taste of the emotion linked to the area or words in question. Melancholy, happiness, fear, desperation, regret, mild longing… maybe one day she would be able to understand them all.

"Come on, slowpoke," Chloe called back to her from up the winding path leading to the clifftop lighthouse, where she had collapsed and lost everything.

Taking that as a sign that she should get a move on, Max picked up her pace, climbing to the top. She was a little out of breath when she caught up with Chloe, who grinned.

"Glad to see you're still as fit as ever," the bluenette chuckled, watching her take deep breaths.

"Cut me some slack," Max whined, still panting lightly. "A few months ago, I couldn't even speak properly."

"Shame that didn't stick, huh?" Chloe added with a wry grin, nudging her shoulder.

"Ha, ha…" Max exhaled deeply, looking out over the still waters. Weird to imagine a tornado had been here.

Chloe got this distant look on her face as she too stared out to the horizon. "You know, this place is a weird one for me."

"How so?" Max asked, hoping to drag some new information out of her. If she pressed enough times, one day someone might slip up and tell her something they had been trying to hide all these months.

"I learned some pretty crazy surreal shit in this very spot once upon a time." That moment seemed like a million years ago now, the same day Max had saved her - not that she remembered - and their literal whirlwind adventure had started.

Now this seemed like it might be interesting, so Max tried her best to extract the meaning behind those wistful words. "Care to share?"

The bluenette shook her head, smiling. "You always were curious… unfortunately I can't divulge that information right now. Maybe one day, we'll see."

Hitting a dead end, Max's shoulders slumped with disappointment. "You are so cruel, you know that?"

"It's all for your own good, trust me." Eager to change the subject, Chloe cleared her throat. "I, uh, got an update from Rachel earlier. Seems she's enjoying herself, partying a lot, and actually working sometimes."

Chloe had told Max some things about Rachel Amber, leaving certain parts out for obvious reasons. The ambitious blonde decided to start seriously following her dream of becoming a model, getting some money together to travel to LA. What Max had shown them before she lost all her memories seemed to have encouraged her – no wonder really. Near death experienced had a way of doing that. Of course, she was in her element there, enjoying the high life.

Max had been told about Rachel and Chloe's… complicated relationship, or parts of it at least. Something had happened between them, making them drift apart for a time. Chloe didn't like to go into detail about that. Long story short, Rachel broke her heart - that's what Max had deduced. The bluenette always looked so sad when she talked about Rachel, filled with regret and sometimes a hint of betrayal. The pair did seem to have mended things somewhat, still talking to one another, tentative friends. There was too much between them to just give up completely.

Not sure how to reply, Max settled on a neutral, "Good for her."

"Yeah, she finally got out of Arcadia…" Chloe sounded slightly jealous about that, and bitter. It didn't last, though. She turned to Max with a grin. "There are still some things worth sticking around for."

Curious, Max tilted her head. "Like what?"

The blue-haired punk simply smiled. There was a huge secret in that one mysterious gentle smile. "One day I'll tell you, maybe."

"Ah, come on. I want to know…" Max whined, wanting to know now, not later or never.

Chloe didn't answer, turning her head back to look out over the water. As she did, she cautiously slid her hand into Max's. The young girl was happy enough to let her, the action seeming as natural as breathing. "Nope, not saying. My lips are sealed."

They stood there for a long time, hand in hand watching the sun make its descent. Chloe began to hum softly, a tune Max vaguely recognized. "What's that?"

Pausing, Chloe turned to her. "The song? It's called 'Obstacles'. Know it?"

"Maybe…"

"You should, it's right up your alley. Seemed relevant now." She went back to humming, louder this time.

Even though Max couldn't remember the lyrics, somehow… she knew exactly what Chloe meant by that.

Basically, Max managed to lessen the tornado and in the process, she (mostly her mind) did a major reset – aka forgot everything. Just to clarify. A relatively happy ending, I'm sure you'll agree.

So, thank you all very much for reading, leaving your feedback and supporting the story. It's always appreciated, and I'm sure any author would say the same. Don't forget to give other fics a check (there's a lot on my end – mostly LIS)

If you liked this story, you may also like:

- Butterfly Wings (like this one, a collab with tylerbamafan34) – Amberpricefield, After choosing to sacrifice Chloe, only to change her mind part way through, Max goes back in time much further than she had anticipated. Far enough to save Rachel Amber. These two, along with Chloe, reunite and work towards getting rid of Jefferson and battling the storm. When Max's powers have a major freak out, another person joins the party, making it super complicated for all involved.

- Missing Link (collab with Tyler) – Amberprice, Rachel has noticed some weird things happening around Arcadia Bay, yet nobody seems to acknowledge them. Along with a reluctant Chloe, the pair investigate and soon realize they're onto something… strange.

- Time Loop (collab with Thecivillian -on his profile- who you should all totally go check out if you haven't already) – Pricefield, When Max Caulfield receives two letters from a mysterious sender – going only by the name REAP – the day before her powers are activated, she is more than a little confused. Especially since REAP seems to have all the answers to the problems she faced that week. Alongside Chloe, she struggles with her powers, all the while getting hints from her mysterious helper. The true identity of REAP will certain be a shock to the system…

- Playing for Keeps (again with Civ, currently being edited) - Pricefield, After finally admitting how she felt about Chloe Price, Max Caulfield said goodbye forever. After saying her final farewells at her funeral, the young time traveler keeps torturing herself. However, it seems that Fate is not quite done with her yet. When Max gets a sign that things are far from over, she decides to break the rules… and this time, she's playing for keeps.

Obviously, if you want more Pricefield (there wasn't anything overt here), there's plenty to choose from, like 20 or something – some plot based multi-chapter AUs, others one-shots. Oh, and other ships too – Chasefield, Marshfield and more.

From Tyler and myself (Olivia), goodbye for now and we hope to see you in another fic very soon.