Hello, Prototype fans! I come with my first Prototype fan-fic entitled "Forgetting Yourself". This has been in production for almost a year now, and I'm glad I can finally write this :)This takes place during the first and second game, so it's not entirely AU either.
This is a romance (if you follow me, then you would have guessed it lol) that features my OC, Sarabelle Elaine Richards. Now, we all have no idea of Mercer's loving side, so bear with me!
You can go to my profile, under "Other Websites" and find a link to my deviantART page for the teasers and (failed) drawings about this story that helped me fuel my creativity for this story!
Enjoy the prologue for now!
Summary: They met in one of her art galleries. They got engaged, but she couldn't take the loneliness. He still loves her, but now he's forgotten her, yet tries to remember, for she's the only one he could ever trust. But what happens when she realized who started the 2nd outbreak? She has to try her best to remind him that no matter what, he mustn't forget himself. But that might be too late, since he had already lost his faith in Humanity.
Genre: Romance, Action, Angst
Prototype – Alex Mercer & Sarabelle Richards – "Forgetting Yourself"
Location: Alex Mercer's Apartment
Years before the events of Prototype 1
9:07pm
I wished I could keep my whole focus on this sketch, but it was… kind of impossible. Not when the most handsome man in the world was sitting at his dining table, eyes glued his laptop, and working hard like the genius doctor he was. While I was here, sitting on the sofa, pencil and sketch book in hand. Either way, it was not much of a distraction: he was my sketch! I grinned like a moron as I worked on my artwork.
"Babe?" I called out.
"Hm?"
"What'cha doing?" I said causally.
"Oh, just looking at these reports on these samples that demonstrated inquisitive behavior, including mimicry and preservation of genetic statistics from its infected hosts." He answered coolly, as if it was an everyday-reply.
His eyes were still attached to the screen so he only turned to see my utterly-confused face when I didn't answer him back immediately. "So… you're working?"
He smiled sweetly at me. "Yes, my little artist. I'm working."
"Oh." I gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, babe."
"It's alright. I get carried away sometimes. Kinda forget that I'm at home right now, and not in a cramped environment." He admitted, scratching the back of his head embarrassingly.
I giggled. "There's a major difference, remember: I'm around."
"And I'm glad you are." He grinned at me. "What are you doing this time?"
"Oh, just a sketch. I'm almost finished." I looked at my sketch once again and added one last detail.
"Oh?" He closed the laptop. "Do I get the first look?" He got up from his seat, and walked up to me.
"You always do." I pointed out. "And I think you might like this one." I removed my feet from the sofa and sat upright. He sat beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I presented him the sketch book and he chuckled at it.
"Ha! 'Warning: Highly intelligent and highly good-looking doctor at work'," He read out the caption I had written under the sketch of him working on his laptop at his dining table. Needless to say, I just drew out what I had just seen him doing. "And… do I always give that stern look when I'm working?"
"Well, don't take it as something bad." I leaned in with a seductive look on my face. "I happen to find it very, very intriguing." I pulled back.
"Ooh. Well, in that case…" He handed me back the sketch book. "I love it, Belle. It's wonderful when you do little sketches of me every now and then. Actually…" He thought about it. "You do it almost every time you don't have a big project."
"Au contraire, my loving genius. I do have a big project that I'm working on." I said, cupping his chin. "This little sketch is like… a preview. Like inspiration." I kept my pencil and sketch book on the coffee table in front of us.
"Or…" He had another thought on his mind. "It was just an excuse because you wanted me to give you this:" Then, he placed his hands on my cheeks, leaned in and gave me a surprise kiss on my lips. Once again, he sent me to outer space with his kiss.
When he pulled back, I blinked repeatedly, trying to get my head together. "Wow… if a simple sketch gets me a kiss… will coloring it get me a homemade dinner?" I asked.
He laughed out loud. "Color or not, you will get it. Tomorrow? A nice, romantic dinner, cooked by yours truly." He took one of my hands and wrapped an arm around me again.
"It's a date, Dr. Mercer." I grinned.
"Don't be late, Miss Richards."
"Look who's talking!" I chided, hitting his chest playfully.
Laughing at each other, he let me rest my head on his chest as he stroked my hair lovingly. I could only smile as I felt his touch. I giggled softly when he kissed my hair. And my heart jumped all over the place when he whispered, "I love you, Belle."
These words slipped out of my mouth instantly. "I love you too."