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Date Posted: 19:18:37 03/05/01 Mon
Author: Andrea E
Subject: Re-post: Remember Me: Part 8--Epilogue

Remember Me- Part 8

Mike shook his head, his eybrows knitting together in confusion. "What the heck is Ali doing here?"

Carrie looked up at Mike, equally confused. "Who's Ali?"

Before Mike could explain, Ali spotted them and bounded over, throwing her arms enthusiastically around Carrie.
Carrie could only stand there, staring helplessly at a stunned Mike over Ali's shoulder. "Oh, Carrie! I'm so glad to see
you up and around!!" She stepped back, batting her eyes in innocent regret as she noticed the blank confusion on
Carrie's face. "Oh...oops," she said, covering her mouth and emitting a giggle, "I'm sorry, Carrie. You probably have
no clue who I am, do you?"

Mike quickly stepped forward. "Carrie, this is Ali McIntyre. She's one of the nurses on staff at University."

Ali smiled brightly at Carrie, clasping her hand in hers. "I'd love for us to get all caught up. We've all missed you
desperately at the hospital, Carrie. I'll do my best to help you out in whatever way I possibly can."

Carrie smiled at Ali hesitantly. "That's very kind of you..."

"Ali," Mike interrupted, laying a hand on her arm, "I really don't think it's..."

"Mike! There you are!" Hope let out a sigh of relief as she looped her arm through Mike's. "The guys really need
some help hauling in some stuff. Would you mind?"

Mike hesitated, looking back and forth between Ali and Carrie.

"Go ahead, Mike," Carrie reassured him. "I'll be fine--really."

Mike gave a slow, reluctant nod as Hope tugged on his arm, pulling him behind her toward the back entrance. "I
won't be long."

Carrie's eyes followed Mike until he was gone from sight. She turned her gaze back to Ali, smiling politely. "So, I take
you and Mike know each other pretty well?"

A strange, almost eerie grin spread across Ali's lips. "Um...yeah, I guess you could say that." Carrie blinked puzzledly
at her as she continued. "When Mike told me how great you were progressing befoe he left my place this morning, I
was just so relieved..."

Carrie went slightly pale. "Your place?"

Ali nodded. "Yeah. It's not very often I can convince him to stay the night. He wants us to take things slow and all,
you know, but I think that we're finally starting to get serious... Carrie, are you all right?" Ali did her best to make her
concerned expression appear sincere as Carrie stared at the floor, wide eyed, her mouth open in surprise.

Carrie nodded, swallowing hard as she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, attempting to steady herself. "Um,
yeah...would excuse me please? I think I could use some fresh air." Carrie didn't bother waiting for a response as she
walked swiftly toward the front door, dodging her way through the crowded room.

Ali's lips curled in a triumphant smile. Poor little Miss Carrie, she mused silently, her hands clasping in glee. Looks
like she just got the shock of her life.

Mike came back inside, scanning the room. "Ali, where's Carrie?"

Ali shrugged, wide-eyed in well feigned concern. "She went outside. Something about needing some air." She
watched Mike stride to the front door, swinging it open, the curtains across its window flapping wildly.

Mike swung the door shut behind him, searching frantically for Carrie. His head fell back, his eyes squeezing shut as
his jaw tightened angrily. "Damn you, Ali."

Back inside, Ali smirked triumphantly to herself. "Well," she said aloud, dusting her hands with finality,"it looks like my
work here is done." She grinned to herself, bouncing her way to the side entrance and out into the cool night.

*************************************************

Ali readjusted the fragile lace robe of her neligee around her as she picked up the picture of her and Mike setting on
the side table beside her couch. "I can't let Carrie have you, my darling," she said softly, running her fingers across the
smooth glass. "I won't. You and I will be together, I know it. You'll see Carrie through this, I know, but once it's all
over, you'll come back to me."

Her head popped up as a hard knock sounded at her door. She set down the picture and opened the door, her eyes
lighting immediately. "Mike! I..."

Mike's hands clamped angrily on Ali's forearms, shaking her. "Where is she, Ali? What the hell did you say to
Carrie?"

Ali's eyes widened in surprise as she stared up into Mike's, a furious glint flashing across them. "Mike, I didn't say
anything to her. I..."

"Cut the innocent act, Ali. What lies did you tell Carrie to make her run off like that? I swear, Ali, if she's hurt..."

"I didn't lie to her, Mike!" Ali burst out. "All I did was tell her about you and me, Mike, and how much we love each
other..."

Mike's jaw tightened, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought to control his fury. "Dear God.."

"I couldn't let her take you away from me, Mike. I love you so much..." Ali swallowed hard against her tears, reaching
for Mike. "Please, just give us a chance..."

Mike stepped back, recoiling from her touch. His eyes flashed a dangerous warning at Ali, and she quickly withdrew
her hand. "I have to find her..." he turned, heading toward the door.

Ali ran after him, grabbing his arm. "Please, Mike, I love you..."

Mike wrenched his arm free, his watch falling unnoticed to the floor as he glared down at Ali. "I am now nor will I
ever be in love with you, Ali. I love Carrie, and I always will." With that, he turned on his heel and left, slamming the
door behind him. Ali's shoulders wracked with sobs. "Mike," she cried brokenly as crumpled to the floor. "No..."

*************************************************

"Mike!" Carrie watched as a tuxedo-clad Mike worked his way over to them. "Would you mind dancing with
my beautiful daughter here? I have to take this call."

Mike shrugged, trying to look nonchalant."Sure."

Roman smiled, slapping Mike on the shoulder appreciatively. "Excuse me."

Carrie looped her arm around Mike's shoulder, her eyes closing with content as they began to sway to the
music. She moved closer. "It feels so right being in your arms..."

Mike pulled back, looking at her in surpise.

"Mike, I'm sorry, I..."

A soft smile crept across his lips as he shook his head, silencing Carrie. "No...it's okay..."

Carrie's head jerked up with a start, her eyes darting wildly about her. "Mike?" She braced her hands against the
steering wheel, squinting against the bright sunlight pouring through the windows. She ran her fingers through her hair.
"I should've trusted him." She reached for the ignition, turning the key determinedly. "I have to get back."

*************************************************

Carrie swung open the door to the Brady Pub.

"Carrie, honey! Oh, thank God!" Marlena ran to her, pulling her into a tight hug. "We were all so worried when you
took off. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Marlena. I just needed some time to myself to think." She smiled happily and pulled back. "Where's Mike?"

Marlena's eyes went sad as she looked at Carrie. She opened her mouth to speak, then bit her lip, unsure of what to
say.

The smile died on Carrie's lips as she stared worriedly at Marlena. "Marlena, where is he?"

"They found Ali McIntyre dead this morning in her apartment. She's been murdered." She clasped Carrie's hands
tightly in hers. "They found Mike's watch on the floor near the body. They've arrested him, Carrie. They think he
killed her."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Remember Me-Part 9

Mike leaned forward on the bed, folding his hands as he rested his elbows on his knees. Frustrated, he vaulted to his
feet, pacing the length of the small cell. "Where are you, Carrie?" he murmured to himself, rubbing at the tense
muscles at the back of his neck. "Please, God, let her be okay..."

"Hey, Horton." Mike's eyes lifted wearily to the guard at the cell door. The keys rattled against the bars as the guard
clicked open the lock and slid the door open. "You've got a visitor."

*************************************************

The visiting area was nearly empty except for an older woman in the last booth. Mike's eyes scanned across the row,
screeching to a halt as they found Carrie's staring painfully up at him.

"You've got about ten minutes, Horton. That's it."

Mike could only nod, his eyes never leaving Carrie's. He quickly pulled the chair up to the table, picking up the
reciever. "Thank God you're okay."

Carrie's eyes brimmed with tears as she pressed her hand to the glass. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her eyes closing
as tears caught in her throat. "I am so sorry...I was just so confused and so..." She shook her head angrily. "I said I
trusted you and my feelings for you, and then the first time they're tested...."

"No, Carrie, please don't..." His hand was unsteady as he lifted it helplessly. "You had every right to be confused. I
understand why you did what you did."

"But that still doesn't make it right, Mike." Her eyes shimmered regretfully. "I'm never going to run away from you
again. Never." Her palm smacked against the table in frustration. "This isn't right, this isn't..." She stopped
midsentence, swallowing hard. Carrie's determined eyes lifted to his. "I'm gonna get you out of this, I swear it," she
whispered steadily. "We're gonna find out who really did this, and we're going to clear you."

"You don't think I killed her?"

Carrie looked at him surprise. "How could you even ask me that? Of course I know you didn't. I may not remember
everything yet, but I do know that there's no way that you could've killed Ali."

Mike's smile faded, his eyes dropping to his hands. "Carrie, there's something I need to tell you." His jaw tightened.
"Ali and I did have a brief relationship a while back."

Carrie nodded. "I figured as much."

"Carrie, there's more to it than you knew." Mike emitted a deep sigh before he continued. "I wanted to you to be
happy and I knew I needed to move on and let you work on your marriage, so I thought I could move on with Ali.
My relationship with Ali went farther than it ever should have."

Carrie's eyebrows furrowed. "Mike, what are you talking about?"

"Ali and I slept together, Carrie." Carrie could only stare at him, speechless. "I was so desperate to move on and to
try and forget about you, but after that night you and I kissed outside the Cheatin' Heart, I realized I couldn't. You
finally admitted you had feelings for me, and I realized I couldn't go back. I couldn't lie to myself anymore and pretend
I wasn't in love with you." Mike looked questioningly into Carrie's eyes. "Carrie? I'm so sorry..."

"Don't apologize, Mike." Carrie swallowed hard, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to regain some order to her
scattered thoughts. "I had no claim on you then, and you had every right to try and move on with your life." Her eyes
opened, and she gazed lovingly at Mike. "You tried to do what you thought was best for all of us, and you gave up
your own happiness for mine. I wish you hadn't had to go through that pain, but...thank you for caring about me that
much." She reached up, touching shaky fingertips to the glass. "I love you."

Mike trailed his fingertips across her palm, his eyes closing, a look of peace softening his features. He leaned forward,
his forhead resting against the glass. Carrie's fingers ran slowly across the glass, tracing the outline of his face. "I love
you, too."

*************************************************

The door swung shut with a bang behind Carrie, startling Roman almost out of his chair. "Dad, I need you to tell me
everything you can about the night Ali died."
"Punkin, I can't do that, and you know it. That's police business."
"Dad, I'm doing this with or without your help. So either you help me help Mike, or I do it on my own."
Roman stood . "No way, Carrie. You are not going to play Nancy Drew on this one."
"Oh, no?" Carrie leaned forward across the desk, propping her hands on either side of her as she looked him square
in the eye. "Watch me."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Remember Me-Part 10

Carrie leaned back in her chair, twirling her pen absently between her fingers, the open file on her desk forgotten as
she stared off into space.

Mike hung up Carrie's phone, clearing his throat uncomfortably.

"Ali?" Carrie asked.

"Yeah," Mike answered, not looking at her.

Carrie nodded resolutely. "I'm sorry about what I said about Ali before, Mike. You have the right to see
whomever you want, and I have...no control or claim on you."

Mike slowly nodded, staring at the floor. "Yeah, that's very true."

Carrie leaned forward, trying to get him to look at her. "I just want you to be happy."

Mike's head jerked up, his surprised gaze softening when it met hers. "Well, there's different kinds of
happiness..."

Carrie sighed, chewing her lower lip in thought. Ever since that memory had come back to her last night, she
couldn't get that look that had been in Mike's eyes out of her mind. Regret, sadness...she couldn't quite place
her finger on it. But whatever it was, she knew that Mike had been talking about the two of them.

Carrie lifted her head at a soft rap on her door.

Lexie poked her head in. "Hey, Carrie, how's it coming?"

"Not too bad, Dr. C...I mean Lexie." She smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, it's just I..."

Lexie held up a hand. "No problem. I understand, really. It'll all come back in time, just don't push it, okay?"

Carrie nodded. "I might have no choice. I have to help Mike somehow." She tossed her pen on the desk,
slapping the folder shut. "I just feel so helpless, y'know? Maybe I just..." she drifted off mid-sentence, her eye
catching a flyer laying atop the stack of mail at the corner of her desk. She picked it up, scanning the page
carefully.

Lexie's eyebrows furrowed with puzzlement. "Carrie, what is it?"

"'prominent surgeon Dr. Claire McIntyre will be giving a confrence in Chicago on some of her latest new
surgical techniques.'" Carrie leaned back in her chair,contemplating. "McIntyre...as in Ali McIntyre?"

"Yeah, that's Ali's mother. She met Mike after he broke it off with Ali, and Mike got-well, let's just call it a
'not-so-friendly welcome'- from her. She was really angry with him, and said he would pay for what he did to
Ali."

Carrie's eyebrows raised. "Really? Have Dr. McIntyre and I ever met?"

Lexie shrugged. "Well, no, but..." Carrie's eyes began to gleam as Lexie's widened, and she vehemently shook
her head. "Carrie, what are you...you wouldn't..would you?"

Carrie batted her eyes innocently. "Do what?" She smiled reassuringly at Lexie. "Don't worry. All I want to
do is go see what Dr. McIntyre's office looks like."

*************************************************
Carrie walked up to the front desk of the medical building, batting her eyes naively and smiling at the young
man standing behind it. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you..."

The man's gaze drug up her body, a grin curling his lips. "No bother at all, darlin', no bother at all."

Carrie fought to hide her disgust as she smiled brightly, attempting to look flattered. "I'm an intern with the
Salem Times, and I was sent here to get an interview with her about the medical confrence before she left for
Chicago."

He shook his head. "Sorry, honey, but your people ought to check out their info before making a pretty little
thing like you waste her time. She'll be in meetings all afternoon, so you won't be able to talk to her."

Carrie's heart fluttered triumphantly. Actually, sweetheart, that's just what I wanted to hear. Carrie stamped
her foot in disappointment. "Oh, really? Darnit, anyway. I was supposed to talk to her today, and my paper
really wanted this interview. Would it be all right if I just waited for her in her office?" She glanced down at
the paper in her hand. "Number 328, right?"

The man shook his head. "No, honey, wrong again, you need 128." Carrie nodded, 'remembering'. "But she
really will be busy all day, and it's tough to say when she will get a break." He leaned forward eagerly. "How
about waiting here with me?"

Carrie took a small step back, the bright smile still plastered on her face. "Oh, that's really nice of you, but I
think I'll just come back later. Thank you." She turned quickly, her eyes rolling in revulsion. She had to get
out of there before that creep made her sick.

Carrie walked swiftly outside, heading toward the rear of the building, counting her way over to Dr.
McIntyre's window. She said a quick prayer of thanks for the large bush that obscured most of the window
before holding her breath and giving the window a shove. A deep flood of relief went through her as the
window gave way effortlessly, and Carrie lifted herself to the windowsill and slid inside.

She dusted her hands off, looking around her. "This is probably the only time I'll be glad that they haven't
updated the security systems on some of these old buildings." The office was nicely furnished, a few family
photos setting on the desk, and some wooden file cabinets setting against the opposite wall. Carrie looked
around, leaning against the desk with a sigh as she tried to figure out where to start. A picture of Ali near her
hand toppled over, landing with a clatter at Carrie's feet. Carrie stooped down to pick up the photo, her hand
stilling as her eye caught on a piece of paper sticking out from the back of the frame. She pulled it out,
unfolding it and smoothing out the creases.

Carrie's eyes narrowed, staring at the page in her hand with confusion. "Autopsy report? What on earth is
Ali's autopsy report doing tucked away like that?"

Before Carrie got the chance to read any further, she heard footsteps coming in her direction. She hurriedly
tucked the page in her pocket and set the photo back in place, tiptoeing quickly over to the window. Keys
rattled in the door, and Carrie quickly hoisted herself up and out the window. She managed to quickly slide it
shut before she lost her balance, toppling back awkwardly into the large rosebush.

An older gentleman noticed her tumble and hurried over, offering his hand and helping Carrie up. "Are you
all right, young lady?"

Carrie nodded, dusting herself off and pulling away a stray leaf dangling from her hair. "Actually," she said,
her lips slowly curving into a smile, "things are finally beginning to look up."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My medical jargon is a little rusty, so I made up a couple of things. Hope you don't mind!

Remember Me-Part 11

Carrie shut the door to her office, leaning against it and breathing a sigh of relief. She'd almost gotten
caught...but it had been worth it.

Carrie reached into her pocket and pulled out the report she'd found. She carried it over to her desk and sat
down, smoothing out the creases and leaning back in her chair as she read the report out loud.

"Alison Marie McIntyre...let's see here... age, height, weight, time of death, cause of..." Carrie frozed, then
snapped forward in her chair. "What the...?" she re-read the line, then read it again, blinking in wide-eyed
disbelief.

"Cause of Death: medication overdose..."

Carrie stared out in front of her, shocked. "Oh, my God..." the paper fell from Carrie's hand, floating slowly
to her desk. "Ali overdosed on pills."

The phone rang, startling Carrie almost out of her chair. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry as she
picked up the reciever. "Hello?"

"Hey, Punkin, it's Dad. Abe told me that you had been back down here asking about Mike's case..."

"Dad, wait. I need to ask you something. Have you seen the autopsy report on Ali? Do you know how she
died?"

"I was at the murder scene, Punkin. I didn't have to see the autopsy report to know how she died. Her throat
had been cut." Dead silence met him in reply. "Carrie? Honey? Are you there?"

Carrie's grasp tightened on the phone. "Dad, I need you to do something for me. I need you run a test on that
sample of Ali's blood the lab took from her during the autopsy."

"Carrie...."

"Dad, please. This is important. Mike's freedom depends on this. I need you to check to see if you can find any
traces of a drug called..." she quickly scanned the page,"diametalyn in her system. I think it's possible that Ali
may have committed suicide."

"Suicide? But..."

"I don't have time to explain, Dad. Please, do this for me-- for Mike's freedom...and my happiness."

Carrie could hear him hesitate for a moment before he answered her. "All right, Punkin. We'll get right on it."

Carrie breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Dad. I need to get going. I still have a few loose ends I need to
figure out before we have any definite proof. I'll talk to you as soon as I get back, okay?"

"Wait a minute? What do you mean, loose ends? Carrie..."

Carrie quickly hung up the phone. Her eyes fell on the silver hourglass on the corner of her desk.

"Welcome to University Hospital."
Carrie turned to find Mike leaning casually in her doorway, his hands in his pockets as he grinned at her.

Carrie returned the smile, then held up the hourglass. "Is this from you?"

Mike shrugged, then grinned again.

"It's beautiful. Why an hourglass?"

Mike stepped into her office, closing the door behind him. "Oh, well... that's just to remind you not to work
too many hours on this job. It's not brain surgery, y'know."

Carrie smiled up at him, then threw her arms around his neck, hugging him warmly.

Carrie sighed, running her fingers over the side of the glass as the sand trickled into the bottom globe. "You'll
be back here soon, Mike, right where you belong. And I'll be right there with you."

The phone rang again, and Carrie rolled her eyes, snatching it up. "Dad, I told you..."

"Carrie Reed?"

"Yes?"

"This is Dr. Claire McIntyre. Ali's mother."

Carrie straightened in her chair. "Yes, Dr. McIntyre. I've been trying to reach you..."

Claire held up Ali's photo, then flipped over the frame, running her thumb over the empty gap in the back
where the report had been. "I have some information about my daughter's death that I would like to share
with you. I think you would find it...most interesting. But it's not something I want to discuss over the phone.
I'll meet you in Alison's apartment in fifteen minutes."

The dial tone buzzed in Carrie's ear, and she placed the phone back on the cradle. She vaulted herself out of
her chair, then hesitated as she grabbed her purse. "Oh, man, Dad would kill me if he knew about this,
especially since I know I'm walking into a trap." Her gaze caught on the hourglass again. "I'm sorry, Dad, but
I have to do this. For Mike...and me."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Remember Me-Part 12

Carrie ducked under the police tape across the doorway, looking around her cautiously. "Dr. McIntyre?"
Carrie squinted into the thick blackness of the room. The city lights from the window gave the room a little
light, but not much. Carrie felt along the wall for the light switch, to no avail. She saw a lamp on the table in
front of her, and stepped forward.

A movement caught Carrie's eye, and she turned towards it. The dim light from the window struck the shining
metal as it swerved toward her. Carrie's eyes went wide. A gun.

She hit the floor just as a bullet whizzed over her head, shattering a vase behind her. Carrie crawled toward
the bedroom, and had just about made it inside when a bullet struck the wall inches beside her. "Get up."

Carrie slowly came to her feet and turned. A hand extended out of the darkness. "Hand it over."

"Why? You're just going to kill me anyway."

"That's true," the voice answered. "Hand it over--now." Carrie fished the paper out of her pocket, laying it in
his palm. The hand disappeared back into the blackness, and Carrie held her breath as the gun brushed
against her hair. "Bye bye, sweetheart."

The room was suddenly bathed in a blinding light. "Drop the gun, now! I said drop it!"

Carrie almost fainted with relief as Roman walked toward them. The two other officers replaced their guns in
their holsters and cuffed the man, escorting him out.

They watched him go. "You could've gotten yourself killed tonight, Carrie. You are way too stubborn for your
own good, you know that?"

Carrie grinned. "Yep, I know." She grabbed his arm. "C'mon, Dad, I want to hear what this guy has to say."

*************************************************

"What happened next, Dr. McIntyre?"

"The police called me, saying they found my Alison in her apartment. They said..." Claire choked back tears,
"they said her throat had been cut."

Carson Palmer nodded his thanks at Claire."No further questions, your Honor."

"Very well. Dr. McIntyre, you may step down."

The doors swung open wildly, slamming against the walls. "Wait." The crowd went into a commotion as
everyone turned to see Carrie and Roman rushing into the court room.

Mike and Mickey stood as Carrie walked swiftly to the front of the courtroom. Mike's forehead creased in
confusion. "What on earth..."

"Your Honor, I apologize for the interruption, but I have some new evidence that links Dr. McIntyre to Ali's
death."

Claire's shocked gaze burned into Carrie as everyone's gaze shifted to her, their voices rising into a low
rumble. "I can't believe you would think I could've killed my own daughter."

"You didn't, but you went to great lengths to make it look like Mike did, didn't you, Dr. McIntyre?"

Claire shook her head, emitting a nervous laugh. "That's prepostorous."

Carrie raised her eyebrows. "Really?" she pulled a small tape recorder from her pocket and clicked the play
button.

"So, what were you doing at Ali McIntyre's apartment earlier tonight?"
"I was paid to take care of a Carrie Reed and get some papers from her."
"What papers?"
"An autopsy report. The lady told me just to make sure that's what it was, and then get rid of Ms. Reed
because she 'knew too much'."
"Lady? The lady who paid you?"
"Yeah."
"Who? What was her name?"
"McIntyre. Dr. Claire McIntyre."

Carrie clicked the stop button as Claire shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Hmmm...doesn't sound so
prepostorous to me."
Carrie approached the bench. "I have that autopsy report here, your Honor, and I also have test of Ali
McIntyre's blood that shows left over traces of a drug known as diametalyn in her blood. The autopsy report
shows that Mike Horton did not kill Ali McIntyre. She killed herself." Carrie turned her gaze on Claire. "But
Dr. McIntyre couldn't accept that, so she covered up the truth, made it appear as though Ali had been
murdered and made sure that Mike took the fall for it. It's all in that recording, your Honor."

The judge shook her head in amazement. "Bailiff, escort Dr. McIntyre to a cell, and then we'll get all this
straightened out." She looked over at a shocked but relieved Mike. "You are very one lucky man to have this
young lady on your side, Dr. Horton. She has just set you free. This case is dismissed."

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