#220: If you could buy a magic potion, what would it be?

[veritasjusticia]

Michael looked at the small vial, his expression curious as his brow shot up in a questioning manner. “So… what you are telling me is that this little thing should be able to return my memory?”

“Perhaps not completely, or even immediately, but on paper it should. The way it works for most is over time, snippets appearing without you

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[before_her_time]

Natasha giggled as she posted to her blog, admiring the graphic on the quiz she'd just taken with no small measure of wicked delight. She was really hoping Michael *would* take the bait...even if it was willingly. One thing she was learning, after being a couple for just a few weeks now was the fact that he was, even after a millennium, as much a workaholic as he'd ever been.

Lucky for her, she now had the tools to end that once and for all.

Just as she finished posting, her phone rang. Sighing, she rolled her eyes and scooted her desk chair over to pick up the receiver.

"Longshot Investigations, thank you for holding...this is Natasha, can I help you?"

[veritasjusticia]

Walking down the street, Michael was rubbing his forehead that was still aching after all this time. Isabella had finally let him go home, satisfied he was alright. But as soon as he walked out the door he was ringing up Delia.

"Del, I have to talk to you. As soon as possible." His voice was a little raspy from the potion still, but it was hardly noticeable.

[before_her_time]

The moment she realized it was Michael's voice, Natasha's face broke into a smile.

When she realized how miserable his voice sounded, the smile died before it could fully bloom on her face.

Frowning, Natasha straightened in her chair, switching the receiver to her other ear as she leaned against the edge of her desk, her chest tightening in concern. "Gabe? Baby, you sound like hell...are you all right? What's going on?"

[veritasjusticia]

He cleared his throat. "I do not want to get into it here. Can I head over?"