A/N: Just a quick intro to get the ball rolling. Thanks to those who are sticking around for the story.
Intro
He opened his eyes...stared at the ceiling. He didn't know what had woken him up. He knew he wasn't going to get back to sleep again anytime soon. His mouth tasted like bad rubber and he was thirsty as hell. He made his way to the kitchen still groggy, he wasn't as awake as he originally thought. He felt an uncomfortable weight in the pit of his stomach, almost like he'd gotten punched. It got worse as he got closer to the kitchen.
He stumbled into the kitchen grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water. He downed the first glass without stopping for a breath. Why was he so thirsty?
He re-filled the glass took it to the breakfast nook and sat down.
He heard a rustling in the hallway, and a pretty brunette made her way to other side of the table. Her hair was not quite to her shoulders and a little mussed from sleeping. She had a heartwarming smile, and her eyes….her eyes could have stopped a thousand wars. His pulse quickened. He'd stopped breathing, and when he remembered to, he took in a huge breath. His stomach pain was suddenly gone. She wasn't smiling anymore.
"You ok, Mike?"
"I think I'm in trouble." He said, a sad realization had come to him.
"What's wrong, Mike?"
"Something woke me up, got a bad taste in my mouth. I was super thirsty, so I came out here for some water. As soon as I stood up it felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach...got better as soon as you came in. Completely gone now..."
El was scared. She'd felt Mike stirring, talking in his sleep, and finally getting out of bed heading to the kitchen. She felt that awful feeling in her stomach, not the exquisite butterfly feeling she had those first few days they were getting to know each other, and pretty much anytime she looked at him, or every single time he said her name, but the one that let her know he was leaving her presence. She didn't like it one bit. It might be nothing, but she felt that something was wrong, she didn't know what, but the worry had already started to eat away at her.
Mike was sitting at the breakfast nook. El walked over and sat across from him, the feeling in her stomach was gone now that she was close to him. She gave him a smile, but when she saw Mike, she stopped. It was Mike, but he looked different. He still had the shaggy mop of hair, the same beautiful eyes that made her knees weak everytime he looked at her...just different.
"Mike, you look...lost. Please tell me what's going on." Those eyes were pleading, he felt bad that he couldn't help her….he didn't know what to do.
"I can't seem to remember what I did yesterday, or what day yesterday was. Or anything before waking up a few minutes ago." He looked dejected.
"I can't remember anything…"
"Nothing?" El asked.
"Nothing. I don't know who my parents are, I can't remember anything I've ever done, or where I'm from, my school years, what I do for a living, nothing…I am lost." He looked down tears rolled down his cheeks, he said quietly, …"I, can't remember my name.. And...I don't know who you are."