A.N. Okay this story is in no way original, in fact it's massively based on the book The Vow. The book is based on the real life couple Kim and Krickett's lives after a car accident leaves her with no memory of her husband or that she even knew him. I haven't seen the film so it isn't based on that, because I'm guessing a lot of things were changed. Of course this story will have a lot of similar themes but the characters, their careers and where they live will be completely different to the book. But the basic plot is the same. Sorry for that long explanation there but I just wanted to say it so that you knew that I wasn't taking credit for the whole amnesia storyline. Also I don't and never will own Glee or it's characters.

This is a prologue for my first multi-chaptered Sam and Mercedes story. I'm not sure when I'll be updating this as I do have two other stories at the moment (although one of them is nearly finished) so I can't devote all my attention to this story. I just wanted to get this first part done so I could see if anyone likes the idea and while it was still fresh in my mind.

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Just Believe

Prologue

There are some moments that you can never forget. The smallest thing can trigger a memory, like the smell of mango and papaya body cream, or the taste of strawberry ice cream when it comes from someone else's lips or even the way it feels to have someone else's hand fit perfectly with yours. So what would you do if you could no longer remember any of those things? No longer remember the one person that you thought you'd never forget.

"Mercedes" her therapist began in a soothing tone "do you know where you are?"

I could see that she was thinking, her nose scrunching slightly in concentration as she considered her response, as though she could tell it was important "Lima" she whispered.

My eyes closed painfully, we'd lived in LA for the past year and half, did she remember none of that?

Her therapist smiled tightly "You're in Los Angeles Mercedes" she told her, her voice more even than mine could have ever been. "Do you know what year it is?"

"1992" she said, her squinting as if she knew already that she was wrong. She was born in 1994. I tried to tell myself that it was just a minor mistake, something that you could easily get confused about all things considered.

"Who's the president, Mercedes?"

"Clinton."

Well he was the president when she was born, I justified.

The therapist nodded slowly "Mercedes what's your mother's name?" she continued.

"Miranda" she said with not a hint of hesitation, but still no expression, no real association. We were getting somewhere at least.

"Excellent, Mercedes. And what's your father's name?"

"Richard."

"That's right. Very good." She paused before continuing "Mercedes who's your husband?"

Mercedes dark brown eyes met mine as she looked from me to the therapist again. The noise of my ever racing heartbeat must have been echoing around the room, I waited desperately for my wife's answer.

"I'm not married."

The worst had been confirmed. She didn't remember me. I swallowed hard as the therapist repeated the question.

"No, Mercedes, you are married. Who's your husband?"

Mercedes frowned, struggling to regain a memory "Noah?" she asked.

Noah Puckerman was her old boyfriend from high school. I was praying that she'd somehow remember that it was me. I was her husband, not some figment from her past.

"Mercedes please think. Who's your husband?"

It was evident to me that Mercedes was becoming irritated "I already told you. I'm not married." There was a sense of finality to her words; she was so certain that what she was saying was true. I felt a knot tighten in the pit of my stomach as I stared at my wife and realised that she didn't know me at all.

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