Based on a prompt on my blog that I got a little bit ago…

I was originally supposed to do it all in 3 sentences based on a writing exercise but I just had to write a full drabble for it! This is going to be just a touch longer than what I intended originally so I'm breaking it into two parts!

Sci-fi AU: Ludwig bringing his dead brother back to life with implanted memories to make him love him.


Gilbert was taken from him far too early. At 27, he was struck by a car and killed instantly.

Ludwig, his younger brother, was there to watch. Worse even, he was the one that caused it.

Leading up to the that fateful afternoon was a heated argument in the Beilschmidt household. Ludwig, 24 and with nothing to lose, decided to confess to his brother - the one who had raised him since infancy, supported him, and been there for him, his one constant companion - that his feelings ran more than just brotherly.

The problem was that Gilbert had always been affectionate. Always fond of hugs, kisses on the cheek and forehead, always up for some cuddles with Ludwig. The problem was also that Ludwig thought this clearly meant something more.

Absolutely sure of himself, he approached Gilbert and stated his feelings.

Unfortunately, Gilbert did not return the feelings.

"What do you mean, you love me? Ludwig, that isn't normal."

"I don't care. You love me too, don't you? You're always holding my hand, telling me you love me, are proud of me. Doesn't that mean you love me?"

"What? No, Ludwig, that's insane- let go of me!"

That's how it had started. Ludwig wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Gilbert loved him; he was sure of that. How could Gilbert not love him, when they were so close? He was just playing hard to get!

Extremely hard to get.

Ludwig had grabbed Gilbert's arm and tried to kiss him - to prove to him that Gilbert would like it, that they were meant to be. Gilbert landed a square kick in Ludwig's stomach and used that opportunity to leave the house. Ludwig wasn't felled by that attack too easily and chased after Gilbert. He chased him quickly, shouting after the man, not letting up on him.

That was, until Gilbert ran straight into the street and was struck. Killed instantly.

Ludwig watched it happened. Watched as Gilbert's body hit the ground in a broken, bloody heap. And maybe a normal person would have felt shock, or grief, or devastation, but something in Ludwig, at that single moment, realized something.

This was great.

He collected the body before the paramedics arrived, ignoring the driver who had gotten out of his car to see what happened.

"Hey man! He looks pretty bad! Wait, I'll call the ambulance!"

"No need," Ludwig responded over his shoulder. He turned back and headed back into the house, looking down at his brother. Despite the fact that he had just lost his most precious thing in the world, he was grinning.

Gilbert was dead - but he didn't have to be. He didn't have to be dead, and he didn't have to be without Ludwig, either. People didn't know that Ludwig was a bit of an eccentric, a bit of an inventor. Not even Gilbert had known the extent of this. So as he walked back to their house, a plan was concocted in his head, and he would die himself before he gave up on it.


That was a year ago. Bringing Gilbert back to life was easy - it only took about a month. After he revived his brother's heart and neural activity in the brain, he put him in a coma until phase two of his plan was carried out. That was the hard part.

Considering that memories are stored in the Synaptic Cleft between two neurons in the brain, and there was technically nothing there but chemical responses going back and forth, it was difficult for Ludwig to artificially implant 'memories' into that synapse.

It took him eleven months to break down exactly /what memories were/ and what kind of responses bring them about and creating a chemical reaction that created imagery in the brain, until he was finally able to, with a basement surgery that lasted over sixteen hours, implant "love" into his poor brother's brain, and bring him back.

Finally, it was time to bring Gilbert back. He had kept Gilbert in the basement in a special capsule that he invented himself that would preserve his body and keep his automatic bodily processes working, but it was time to bring him out of the artificial sleep that had been placed over it.

They had one bedroom now - Gilbert's room had been gutted and turned into a research office. Gilbert's things had been integrated seamlessly into Ludwig's room, who had upgraded his own bed to a King, since he was sure that there would be two people sleeping in the bedroom after Gilbert woke up.

He lay his brother on the mattress, on his side of the bed, and then sat back, watching as the last effects of sleep wore off and his brother - his lover now - opened his eyes.

(to be continued)