Forever Forgotten
Right before her wedding, Amy hits her head and develops amnesia, forgetting all about the last few months. While her fiance tries so hard to get her to remember him, a former enemy steps in to persuade her to think otherwise.
"If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart; I'll stay there forever." - Winnie the Pooh
It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. It was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. It was supposed to be their well-deserved happily-ever-after. But they should've known that there was no such thing as a happy-ever-after in real life.
"I can't believe it," Amy breathed. The butterflies in her stomach had been fluttering around the whole day. She wished she could just see him just once that day, but it was against tradition, and she valued her traditions more than anything.
"Neither can I," her friend replied, leaning against the wall with a sly grin on her face. "You're too good for him." Her dark hair fell below her shoulders, where she cut it the month before, and was curled softly towards the end. Her dark brown eyes held Amy's green ones happily.
She smiled at Natalie's reflection in the mirror. Natalie grinned back at her. She wore a flowing light green dress that fell to the floor. It had no pattern, and was simply strapless. Natalie didn't exactly love it, the first time Amy showed it to her. But she had to admit that, when she would stand next to Amy at the altar, it would compliment her looks. Besides, Natalie could make any dress work.
"You look… good," Natalie complimented. Amy smiled at her, knowing that it was rare that Natalie would ever compliment to anyone. Amy stood before herself in front of the mirror. Her reddish-brown hair was in a bun, curls falling out of it to frame her tiny face, and her jade eyes held joy in them. Her make-up, done lightly by Natalie, complimented her looks. She argued when Natalie didn't put on blush, saying that "she was bound to blush anyway - she always does".
Her long white dress fell to the floor beneath her. It was strapless, just like Natalie's, with light intricate designs lacing the dress at the top and lower itself to the floor. The moment she had seen the dress, Amy had fallen in love with it.
"Thank you," she said softly, admiring herself in the mirror. She had never thought, ever in her entire life, that she would get the fairy-tale wedding with someone she loved. Never had she thought that the person she loved would be –
"Knock, knock," someone sang from outside of the door.
"Go away," Natalie sang back, an irritated look on her face. Though Natalie and Amy had become strange friends, Natalie could never stand her brother, despite Amy's efforts to get them to reconcile.
"Come in!" Amy said, ignoring Natalie.
Dan, dressed in a tux with a matching green bow on it, opened the door and walked in. "You don't lock the door?"
"No," Amy replied, raising an eyebrow.
"What if your fiance decides to suddenly barge in?" Dan inquired, raising an eyebrow back at his sister.
Natalie rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth to object when Amy spoke. "He wouldn't do that, Dan. I know he wouldn't. Shouldn't you be with him anyway? You are the best man."
Dan shrugged. "Dude ordered me out of his room. He's so grumpy. I don't know why you're marrying him."
Amy sighed, and shook her head. "You know exactly why I'm marrying him, Dan. Don't play stupid."
Dan grinned stupidly at his sister and admitted, "Yeah. I know. I just can't believe my sister is getting married."
Smiling, Amy walked over to her brother and pulled him into a bear hug. Dan patted his sister's back comfortingly. Natalie made a gagging face at him, and Dan stuck his tongue out at her. They could "change" to impress Amy, but their feelings for each other would never change. Natalie and him were natural enemies.
Suddenly, Reagan burst into the room, a breathless look on her face. "It's time!" she said excitedly, beaming at Amy. Amy smiled back and took in a deep breath.
"Are you ready?" Dan asked as Amy took his arm
She nodded, and they walked out of the doorway, towards the alter. It was all a blur after that for Amy Cahill.
"Amy? Amy?" Ian tried desperately to wake his fiance. A sense of panic had overwhelmed him when he was informed that Amy had slipped - though he had somewhat expected her to do something to embarrass herself during the wedding, though not so dramatically - and knocked herself out unconscious. He knew that, once she woke up, he would get yelled at for seeing her before she made it to the alter.
"What happened?" Ian suddenly asked Dan and Natalie once more. They had explained it over and over, but still Ian did not understand how she could have tripped herself into an unconscious state.
"We told you," Natalie snapped at her brother. "She was walking when she stripped over her dress and hit her head on the table. She wasn't used to wearing heels and a long dress."
"Who put the table there?" Ian snapped back.
Natalie fumed. "How should I know?"
Ian thought to himself at how foolish he was, not fool-proofing the place. He knew that Amy plus heels plus a dress equaled disaster, but he was too dazed at the fact that he was getting married to the girl he had been after since the hunt was over and he realized that his 'interest' in the girl was more than what he thought it was.
"We should get her to a hospital," Alistair suddenly spoke up.
Ian looked at him, then back at his supposedly sleeping Amy, and let out a sigh. "He's right. She might have a concussion."
Dan frowned. "This sucks for you, Ian. You were supposed to get married."
Ian kept himself from frowning. "Yes, but Amy's health means more to me right now."
"Should we call an ambulance?" Alistair asked.
Ian nodded. "Yes. We should not handle her in this state, just in case."
Dan stared at him blankly. "You were holding her in your lap, yelling at her to wake up."
Ian scowled. "That's beside the point, Daniel."
"Then I am obviously failing to see the point," Dan muttered under his breath, following Alistair out as he called for an ambulance.
Ian stayed put beside his fiancee, never taking his eyes off of her once.
At the hospital, they took Amy away from Ian for a little while to examine her. This annoyed - and worried - Ian to no end, and both Natalie and Dan were forced to watch him pace around the hospital lobby impatiently. When the nurse came out to get Ian, he had snapped, "Finally" at her and stormed towards the room.
The nurse looked at the retreating Ian, then back at Dan and Natalie. "What is he? Her boyfriend?"
Dan shook his head. "Fiance. They were supposed to get married today before my sister so clumsily tripped."
The nurse nodded and bit her lip down nervously "Oh. Okay. Come with me, please." She led the way. When they arrived, Ian was the room, at Amy's side. Dan let out a breath of relief when he saw she was awake.
"Amy?" Dan asked, walking towards Amy.
"Dan, where am I?" she asked him, ignoring Ian.
"In the hospital. You hit your head," Dan replied, smiling softly.
"Oh," Amy said quietly. She looked at Ian, then at Natalie, then back at Ian in confusion. "Dan, come here." She motioned for him to come closer, and he did. He bent down, and she whispered, "What are the Kabras doing here?"
Dan straightened up and frowned. "What do you mean? Ian's here because he was supposed to marry you, and Natalie's here because she's your bridesmaid."
Amy stared at Dan blankly before she burst out laughing. "That's funny, Dan," she said after she finished laughing. "But really? How am I supposed to believe something so ridiculous?"
"It's not ridiculous. It's true," Dan insisted. "Why else would we be dressed up?" He didn't understand how his sister had forgotten all about her ever dating Ian.
Amy stared at their outfits for a while and shrugged. "I don't know. Fancy dinner or something?"
"No, it's your wedding," Dan pushed. "Don't you remember?"
Amy frowned, then looked at Ian who was staring at her with a hurt and lost expression, then back at Dan. "Stop this, Dan. It isn't funny. Ian and I aren't even dating! How can we be engaged?" She laughed again, but this time, the sound was more forced and less convinced.
"This isn't a joke," Ian finally spoke up, his eyes on her the whole time. "You really don't remember, do you?"
She shook her head.
It was official, they all knew but didn't want to admit. The girl they all loved, in their own way, had forgotten about the marriage.
The nurse called them out, and the doctor met with them in private.
"What's wrong with her?" Dan demanded. "She doesn't remember being engaged."
"She was in love this morning, and now she hates us like she did before she met Ian again," Natalie said.
The doctor nodded, as if he knew this already. "Yes. I'm afraid Amy has developed amnesia from the hit. Seeing as how she still remembers you all, but not anything from the last couple of months, it must be just everything about... if I am correct, eleven months."
Dan's jaw dropped. "Eleven months?" he asked incredulously. "But -"
"I ran into Amy eleven months ago," Ian said quietly. "It was then that she gave me a second chance. No wonder she hates me again. She doesn't remember."
"I'm sorry, Mr...?"
"Kabra," he answered.
"Right, Mr. Kabra. I'm sorry she has forgotten, but I'm sure you can remind her of it all over again. There are cases where the patient starts to remember things when she is reminded of them. There is hope."
Ian stood up now. "Yes. I will try," he said quietly, then exited the room.
Dan and Natalie stared at each other then at the doctor, then at the door that Ian had left from, then back at each other. Both of them knew that it would be a hard thing to relive eleven months all over again.
And yet, in their hearts, they wished them the best of luck. They would need it.
A/N: A cliched idea, but I hope I can add my own twist to it. Enjoy, and please point out any errors.