A/N: This will take place sort of where they already are in season 6. As of today, (November 6th). Of course, the episodes here in New York, (US) are different than in Canada. I mean, this coming Friday they will be airing "Working for The Weekend" as the newest one. So, I mean, it's obviously different, (I think?). But every episode that takes place after that may be disregarded in this story if there is an upcoming Darco one, (which I seriously seriously hope! If anyone knows any information about them in future episodes, I'd love to know!)

P.S. Most of my stories are done through Marco's eyes, but this one is mostly through Dylan's. Hope you enjoy and review!

"Okay, so you're going to cook us something tonight, yes?" asked Dylan on his way out the door.

Marco rolled his eyes, "Don't I always? Dylan, do NOT forget this again," he handed him the book that Dylan usually decided wasn't important enough to take with him to class.

"I'm leaving in like two minutes, so go, Dylan," he shooed him out.

"Alright," he leaned in to kiss his boyfriend. "Love you,"

"Love you too," he said sweetly, "Now, go!" he commanded.

"I will not be late for class!" Dylan yelled.

"Yes, you will," he laughed.

Dylan was having quite a long conversation with his teacher, ignoring the incessant vibrating of his cell phone. After a while, though, he decided he could ignore it no longer.

He excused him, assuming it was Marco, but was surprised to find it was…Marco's mother. She didn't even bother with a hello, (or ciao, in her case) but just jumped right to the point.

"Do you need a ride to the hospital?"

Of course, the only person they would both have to visit would be Marco. He refreshed his mind to the rather scary word he had heard.

"H-hospital?" he uttered helplessly.

"No, Mrs. DelRossi," he answered, "I think I'll drive over there myself,"

"You have to let me see him!" Dylan walked into the hospital waiting area to find Ellie having a screaming argument with the stubborn nurse. Unfortunately, Ellie was just as stubborn.

"Look, I'm sorry, but only family is allowed in,"

"They are practically his family! Besides, if the family gives their permission, what is the issue?" Mrs. DelRossi argued.

Although her husband didn't love the idea of another boy as "family", (meaning Dylan was more than a friend) he accepted his wife's statement without questions.

"Very well," sighed the nurse, attempting to calm further argument, "Go ahead in,"

Dylan led the way. "What, exactly, happened?" he asked Ellie quietly.

"Drunk driver or something…but the big deal is…Marco, like, was sort of," she breathed deeply, "thrown out of the car, you know?"

"Through the windshield," Mr. DelRossi added softly.

Dylan was absolutely heartbroken, though he tried to hide it. He kept trying to think of his last words to his boyfriend. "I love you," No…actually, they were, "I won't be late," "Yes, you will," But it just sounded a hell of a lot better with the "love you"s.

"Will he be okay?" Dylan choked out before the tears started.

"Pray for him," his mother pleaded. Even Ellie, who was not at all religious, agreed that it was what she would do. Dylan didn't care if Marco's parents saw him. He walked over to his bedside and held his hand tightly.

"You will be okay, baby; I know it.

About three hours had passed. Three nurses had come in to "check up" on him. Dylan had gone home for a change of clothes, knowing he'd be spending the night. Marco still hadn't woken up. The examining doctor told them to go home and relax and they'd get a call if there way any change, but no one budged.

Around three a.m., when everyone except Dylan was in restless sleep, Marco had slightly woken up. At first, he thought it was an illusion created with his tired eyes and anxious mind because as fast as the boy's eyes opened, they closed. Then, he realized, that it was real because he looked up at Dylan, confusion written in his eyes.

Dylan was so excited that the eyelids had fluttered open, he couldn't care about how stupid he might have looked.

"Marco! You're awake!" He leant down to kiss him happily, but Marco pushed him away weakly.

"What are you doing?" he whispered fearfully.

"Marco…"

"Who ARE you?" Marco shut his eyes tightly, seemingly trying to disappear.

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"Maybe he hit his head harder than I thought," said the nurse, calling for the doctor to come take a look.

Dylan, as well as Ellie and the rest of the family, was told to step as far away from the patient as possible, as to not freak him out more.

"Is it a concussion or…what? I need to know what happened!" demanded Mr. DelRossi.

"With all due respect, Sir, we weren't there when it happened," replied the doctor.

Marco still hadn't spoken a word since revealing he didn't know who Dylan was. The doctor finally tried a conversation.

"Marco, son, can you tell me your mother's birthday?"

Marco shook his head, suggesting he didn't know or didn't want to speak to this man (or both).

"Please, Marco, you have to talk to the doctor," pleaded Dylan, grabbing hold of his hand again.

"Stop," Marco whispered nervously, "Go away,"

"Alright," concluded the doctor, "I think it's safe to say that the memory's been…vanished,"

A/N: please review :)