Who are you?...Who am I? (RE-WRITE!)

It was 3:30 in the morning when the doors to the Star Valley Medical Centre in Afton Wyoming opened, and a young man stumbled inside. He was wearing a torn pair of grey sweatpants, and nothing else, not even shoes.

There was blood down the left side of his thin face, and through his long brown hair. His eyes were glassy and bloodshot, and there were cuts and bruises over most of his visible skin.

As he staggered up to the reception desk, the nurse, busy typing on her computer, spoke without looking up.

"Good evening. How can I help you?"

The man leaned his hands on the desk.

"H-help m-me."

The nurse looked up just in time to see the man collapse to the ground, his dull hazel eyes rolling back in his head. She dashed out from behind her desk, calling behind her for assistance.

"Some help please?"

Two more nurses ran out from the back room and the three of them crowded around the unconscious man as he began to convulse violently.

"Maggie, fetch Dr. Write..."

The senior nurse ordered.

"June, grab the oxygen."

"Yes Sister."

They murmured as they stood and hurried away.

"Sir?...Sir, can you hear me?..."

No reply as he continued to seize.

"We've got you sir...you're gonna be alright."

~Time Lapse~about an hour later~

Two officers from the Afton P.D arrived at the Centre.

"Hello?..."

Sergeant Mathews said to the nurse, back behind her desk. She looked up and smiled.

"We're here about the John Doe."

Nurse Maggie nodded.

"Of course, follow me..."

She lead them through a set of double doors to the Emergency Assessment Unit.

"He's right in here. I'll let the doctor know you've arrived."

Then she turned and left the room, returning to her desk. The two officers waited patiently for the doctor to come. They could see who they presumed to be the patient, laying on a bed in the corner. He was asleep, or unconscious, and there was a large white bandage wrapped around his head. There were also bruises and other dressings covering whatever else they could see. He was a mess!

"Officers..."

Dr. Write said as he entered the room, glasses perched on the tip of his nose and a clipboard in his hand.

"This is our John Doe..."

He stated, pointing to the man on the bed.

"He arrived at around 3:30am with a head injury that appeared to be quite severe. He then collapsed and started to seize..."

He looked up from his papers.

"We ran several tests and determined that it wasn't as bad as we thought, but when the young man regained consciousness, he wasn't able to tell us who he is, or what happened to him. On top of many minor injuries, including some broken ribs and a lot of bruising, he appears to have been sexually assaulted multiple times, though from the rape-kit that was performed, condoms must have been used as there was no DNA samples beside his own. The main problem we have though, is that he seems to be suffering from amnesia, which is why we called you. He had no I.D on him, and we need to know a name so we can treat him properly."

The officers nodded.

"We'll take his fingerprints. If he's in the system, we should have a name for you in a couple of hours."

The doctor nodded, then left them to it. Once the officers had the man's prints, they walked out of the room, passing the doctor just outside.

"We'll be back as soon as we know anything."

The second officer said, and then they left. A groan came from within the room, and Dr. Write went back inside.

"W-where am I?"

The man coughed out, looking around with confused eyes.

"You're in the hospital. Do you remember your name? Or what happened to you?..."

The young man frowned as he tried to think, then shook his head slightly, meeting the doctor's eyes with a scared gaze.

"Alright. Just try to relax, we're doing everything we can to help you, and we will find out who you are...so don't worry, ok?..."

The man nodded, visibly deflating.

"Why don't you close your eyes and try to get some sleep. As soon as we have news, we'll let you know."

The man yawned slightly, then nodded.

"O-ok..."

He stuttered.

"I'll t-try."

He closed his tired eyes and listened as the doctor walked back out of the room, then he opened them again. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, but that was possibly the only thing he did know about himself. But then, who could sleep when they had no idea who they were, or how they'd ended up in a hospital reception, at 3:30am looking like they'd been hit by a train.

No...for this unnamed young man, sleep was a long, long ways away.

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Sergeant Mathews walked into the tech room, his deputy following behind.

"Hey Sarah. Anything on those prints yet?"

The dark haired girl looked up from her computer, an unreadable expression on her young face.

"Hi Butch..."

Her eyes met with the deputy's and lit up.

"Paul..."

Everyone in the station knew those two were at it like rabbits, they weren't that good at hiding it. After a heartbeat, Sarah snapped back to the task at hand, a blush colouring her cheeks.

"Oh yes. The err...prints. Yes..."

She turned back to her desktop and typed a few keys, before reading off the results.

"The system came back with details of a missing person's case filed in Belleville New Jersey, back in 2012. The guy's name was Gerard Arthur Way, 20 years old. It was filed by his fiancé, a Frank Iero. Mr. Iero had returned from work on Friday January 18th, to find the apartment they shared had been trashed, and Mr. Way nowhere to be found. The local police were called in, and while forensics were doing their job, blood was found..."

Sarah looked up.

"There was never a ransom demand. No contact was ever made. Of course, they looked at Mr. Iero as a suspect, but he had an alibi and no motive. There were a few clues left at the scene, but the trail ran cold pretty quickly. The case was filed away and forgotten...til now."

"So..."

Sergeant Mathews surmised.

"The guy with no memory is a missing person from five years, and more than 2000 miles away?..."

Sarah nodded.

"Wow! Can you print up the details for me?...I'm going to phone the Belleville P.D."

"Will do."

Sarah smiled, turning back to her computer.

Sergeant Butch Mathews and Deputy Paul Adler left the room and walked down the quiet hallway. It was a little after 7am, and it wouldn't be quiet for much longer. Butch liked this time of the morning. He liked the calm before the storm. Things would always pick up a bit after 8.

Entering his office, Butch flopped into his desk chair and groaned. His back had been playing him up lately, but he never could find the time to get it checked out.

"Paul?..."

The younger man hummed from the doorway.

"Could you get me a coffee please? Oh, and a couple Tylenol?"

Paul nodded then disappeared out the door, closing it softly behind him. Butch picked up his phone and dialled directory inquiries. After three rings, a woman with a deep Southern accent answered the call.

"Hello. Directory inquiries. How can I help you?"

"Oh yes, good morning..."

Butch greeted her.

"I need the phone number for the police department in Belleville New Jersey, please."

He heard tapping on a keyboard, then the woman's voice returned.

"Belleville, New Jersey police department, 152 Washington Avenue, telephone number is...area code 973, number 450-3334. Would you like me to repeat that?"

Butch smiled and shook his head, though he knew she couldn't see him.

"No, thank you. I got it. Have a nice day."

Then he hung up, and dialled the number he'd scribbled down. After nearly a minute, someone answered.

"G'morning. Belleville police department, officer Willis speaking, how can I help ya?"

The man's strong Jersey accent and deep voice took Butch by surprise slightly.

"Yes, good morning. I'm Sergeant Mathews, from Afton Wyoming police department. I have a case that seems to trace back to Belleville, and I was hoping I could speak to a Detective Nick Stokes, if he still works there?"

"Oh yes, though he's not a Detective any more, he's Captain now...I'll just see if he's in. Hold the line please?..."

The officer placed the call on hold, and Butch listened as some random instrumental piece played quietly in his ear. After a moment, the music stopped and officer Willis returned.

"Hello?...Yes, Captain Stokes is in. I'll just transfer you. Hold the line."

There was a small clicking sound, then a different voice met Butch's ear. It was a smooth, more Southern voice. Texas, or California maybe? Butch was never that good with accents.

"Good morning. Sergeant Mathews was it?"

"Yes. Good morning."

"So Matt tells me you have a case that connects here?"

"Yes..."

Butch breathed, glancing down at the file in front of him, and startling slightly when he saw a mug of coffee and a packet of painkillers on his desk. He looked up, but the door was closed and he was alone. When did Paul come in? Shaking off his own question, he went quickly back to the phone call.

"We had a call from the local hospital in the middle of the night. They had a John Doe wander in and collapse. He seemed to have amnesia, so we took fingerprints and checked to see if he's in the system..."

He took a sip of coffee.

"It turns out that he is a missing person from Belleville...a case that you handled 5 years ago."

"Really?..."

Captain Stokes sounded surprised.

"What was the name?"

Butch looked down at the file.

"Gerard Arthur Way. Do you remember the case?"

"Yes, I do..."

The Captain said with a surprised tone.

"It was the first case I ever took lead on actually..."

Butch heard clicks on a keyboard.

"I was annoyed that I couldn't close the case."

Butch grinned.

"Well, I don't know where he's been for the last five years, but I know where he is now..."

He clicked his own keyboard.

"I'll send you all the details I have. I was hoping you would be able to contact his family?...his fiancé?"

"Sure..."

Stokes said.

"His fiancé never really gave up looking. Still comes in here once a month to ask if there are any new leads...it's upsetting to have to tell him no every time."

Butch sympathised.

"I can imagine. Well, now you got something to tell him."

Captain Stokes nodded, clicking on the file as it appeared on his screen.

"I have the file..."

He scanned the report.

"Shit!...he went through Hell, huh?!"

"Yeah, I'd say so..."

Butch replied.

"Well, I better go. I gotta go back to the hospital and let them know who he is."

"Ok then..."

Stokes said.

"I'll go visit Mr. Iero. Don't be surprised if he turns up there."

Butch laughed slightly.

"Yeah, I kinda thought he might. Well, bye for now. If we turn up anything on where he's been, I'll let you know."

They said their good byes, then hung up.

Butch popped two Tylenol tabs into his mouth and washed them down with the last of his almost cold coffee, then sighed and got up to leave, grabbing his jacket and keys before opening the door and stepping out into the already slightly busier hallway.

Paul was standing talking to another officer, who Butch didn't recognise, but as soon as he saw his superior, he excused himself from the conversation and followed him out to the car.

Ten minutes later, they pulled up outside the Medical Center, and headed inside. The same nurse was on reception.

"Hello again."

The nurse looked up and smiled brightly.

"Hi there. Back so soon?"

Butch grinned at her. She reminded him of his eldest daughter, Katherine...though his girl had chosen to become a tattoo artist down in LA, instead of getting a proper job.

"Yes...we have a name for your John Doe."

"That was quick!..."

The nurse said, her eyebrows raising.

"I'll call Dr. Write. Please take a seat."

She pointed to the chairs in the waiting area, then paged the doctor.

Ten minutes later, Dr. Write walked up to the two police men.

"Gentlemen, Maggie says you have a name for us?"

Butch nodded, standing from the uncomfortable plastic chair and shaking the doctor's hand.

"Yes. His name is Gerard Arthur Way, born April 9th 1991 in Belleville New Jersey. He's been missing for five years...presumed kidnapped, and dead."

"Really?..."

The doctor looked taken aback, though considering the state his patient was in when he'd arrived, he probably shouldn't be so shocked.

"Have you contacted his next of kin?"

Butch nodded.

"I called the detective who dealt with the case, and he's going to go visit them."

"Ok..."

Dr. Write nodded.

"Let's go give him his name back..."

The three men walked through to the EAU, but found the young man apparently asleep. Backing out quietly, the doctor smiled.

"I'll tell him when he wakes up."

The sergeant and his deputy said good bye and left the Centre, off to look for anything that might help them to find out just what had happened during those five missing years, and where Gerard Way had been.

The doctor went to look up Gerard's notes, and Gerard, though he was still unaware that that was his name, lay staring at the ceiling...still unable to sleep.

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2,165 miles away, Captain Nick Stokes was knocking on Frank Iero's front door. He heard quiet footsteps from inside, then the smaller man opened the door to him, a confused look on his face.

"Nick?...what're you doing here?"

Nick grinned.

"Good news..."

He saw Frank's breath hitch, and his eyes widen.

"He's been found!"

Frank...fainted!

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

So this is a fic that I started over over two years ago, but a major writer's block along with life and other things made me put this on hiatus about a year ago.

I have decided to pick this fic back up and started off by completely re-editing what I’d already got written, before continuing the story. I have gotten a large amount more written in the last couple weeks, and I’ve decided it’s time to begin putting this up. I plan to update every Friday, so I hope you enjoy it.

Until next time...PLEASE COMMENT and peace out babies!
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