Story Started: June 3, 2003
Genre: Shonen Ai/Yaoi, Adventure/Ops, Drama, Romance
Warnings: AU(?), OOC, Swearing
Disclaimer: Duo and Heero and the rest of the GW gang aren't mine. This
story is. Nuff said.
Notes: First person POV switches between chapters.
+ = Time passing or scene change
Author's Notes: *mutters about pushy muses and rabid plot bunnies* I did
research the medical info for this so it's not too terribly off-base but
I do not guarantee complete accuracy by any means. Feedback is appreciated.
+ Chapter 1
"*Shit!* H - honey, come on,
stay with me here... Odin, baby, sweetheart, wake up! Let me see those
beautiful baby blues..."
I struggled to open my eyes, hurting all over. My head felt like it was
about to explode. Was the voice talking to me? Was Odin me? I - didn't
know. I managed to pry my eyes open for a few brief moments, catching
a brief glimpse of worried violet - violet?! - eyes and a long chestnut
braid. "Who..." I started to say but then the darkness rose up and snatched
me away again.
I pulled the sheets around myself more tightly but they didn't banish
the cold seeping through me. The chill of realizing that I knew nothing
about myself, about my life. Only that I was married - a newlywed, according
to the doctor, here at the resort hotel with my husband (I was *gay*?!)
on our honeymoon. There had been an accident and I'd been injured. The
doctor had assured me that there was nothing seriously wrong with me (other
than the fact that I had *amnesia* for god's sake) and would be released
from the infirmary just as soon as he brought my husband in from the waiting
"Odin Wells," I murmured softly, staring at the gold band on my finger.
It didn't *sound* familiar. Though my husband's name, Max Wells, did seem
at least a little bit familiar and I had a funny feeling that those unusual
violet eyes and long chestnut braid that I half-remembered seeing earlier
belonged with that name.
'Husband...' I shivered and huddled down in the covers again. I was being
sent home - no, not home, back to our hotel room - with someone I didn't
remember. Though I didn't really want to stay here either; for some reason
the medical equipment in the room made me tense and uncomfortable. I closed
my eyes and concentrated again, trying to remember something, *anything*,
but all I did was make my headache even worse.
'I must love my husband - Max... The doctor said that I dove into the
path of the falling scaffolding to knock him to safety. That that was
how I hit my head; I flung Max clear but didn't quite make it myself...'
But I was still worried and, though I hated to admit it, frightened as
There was a brief, light knock on the door before it opened and my doctor
entered. "Odin? I've brought your husband to see you..."
I shrank back against the pillows, almost afraid to meet the man. Why
couldn't I *remember*? I lifted my eyes hesitantly as the man - 'My *husband*
- Max,' I reminded myself - followed the doctor into the room. My breath
caught as I met anxious violet eyes. 'He's worried about me... That has
to be a good sign, doesn't it? And he's gorgeous...'
He moved to the bedside and took my hand in his gently. "It'll be okay
H - honey. Don't worry about a thing, Odin. The doctor says that your
memory could come back at any time and I'll take care of everything till
it does." As the man - Max - turned his head slightly to speak to the
doctor, his braid slid over his shoulder, catching my attention. I caught
hold of it and raised it to my face, fascinated by the length of it. Its
faint spicy, citrusy scent seemed somehow familiar and reassuring.
I flushed slightly at the quizzical look Max was giving me. I supposed
that rubbing his braid against my face and sniffing it was a little odd
but... "It smells familiar..." I offered softly and sheepishly.
His eyes softened and he gave me a reassuring hug. I brought my own arms
up and hugged him tightly in return, burying my face against his shoulder
where the braid trailed over it. 'Safe. He feels - safe. I trust him...'
I realized with relief. Suddenly it didn't matter that I didn't remember
him. Max was my husband; I knew everything would be okay if I was with
Back at our room, Max tucked me into bed then perched on the edge of it
facing towards me. "Get some rest now Odin. I'll wake you when our meal
arrives; the hotel's giving us free room service and reversing the charges
for the room as an apology for the accident so I ordered a really nice
meal for us. No champagne though - at least not unless its non-alcoholic
- you shouldn't have alcohol with the pain medication they gave you."
"What happened?" I asked curiously. "The doctor said something about scaffolding..."
"Yeah, we were walking through part of the hotel that's still under construction
and some scaffolding fell. You pushed me out of the way and got yourself
hurt instead. Good thing you've got such a hard head, buddy. Must be from
all the times you've fallen on it." Max chuckled quietly. Then his gaze
became very intent, almost expectantly so. Looking me straight in the
eyes, he continued softly, "You were a real hero - a regular knight in
His shoulders sagged slightly when I flushed and averted my eyes in embarrassment.
Whatever response he'd been hoping for, it obviously wasn't that. He rose
from the bed and started towards the door.
'He's leaving! I don't want to be alone; he's the only thing that's even
a little bit familiar!' I pushed the covers aside and stumbled from the
bed. 'Oh shit...' The room spun and my head started to pound. "Max..."
I moaned. I swayed and started to fall.
Strong arms caught me before I hit the floor. "Aw shit... Odin..." He
picked me up and put me back in bed again. "Just take it easy for a while,
"Don't leave me alone..." I begged. "Please, Max..."
He sighed and climbed in bed beside me. "Okay. They'll knock when they
bring the food; I should be able to hear them from here."
I curled against his side, head resting on his chest and his arm draped
around me. For the first time since I woke up in the infirmary, the chill
left me. I was warm and safe.
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