I don't really know what this is/will be, to be honest. I was struck with the idea as I walked across campus and just had to write it. It could be something, I suppose... But I figured for now, I'd get it out there. Thoughts would be awesome.

"Vitals are stable."

Several pairs of eyes focused on the pale, unconscious form on the desk. The heart monitor played a steady rhythm and several sets of voices could be heard murmuring over it.

A thick folder lay opened on a nearby counter, files scattered across the countertop. One of the doctors held several pages in his hand, huffing in annoyance. "Honestly, things were so much more annoying back then… Insensitive fucks couldn't even keep everything in order and now I have to deal with this shit…"

"Is this a good idea…?"

"Who's to say he'll even be able to do anything…?"

"How many years?!"

"Shut up, bastards," snapped the older Italian doctor as he gave them one of his death glares. Lovino Vargas, the more temperamental of the twins, stepped closer to the table, holding a small transparent tablet in his hands. He held it out over the unconscious boy's form, his glare not letting up. "Feliciano, will you administer the drug?"

The rest of the team held their breath as the younger one bounced over to the table, a bright smile on his face. "Si, fratello! It's time?"

Lovino nodded and it was with great care that Feliciano lifted the boy's arm, introducing the drug to his bloodstream. "It's time to wake up, Jones~" Lovino's eyes never left his tablet as the boy on the table shuddered.

There was silence as Jones' striking blue eyes opened. Everybody watched in amazement as the boy sat up, coughing and spluttering. Jones took deep, heavy breaths, eyes wandering around the room. His mouth moved, but no sound came out, and it was then that his nervous gaze settled on the twin doctors. He squinted, trying to make out the figures in the distance.

"Easy, Jones. The inability to speak is a temporary side-effect of the stasis. Your vocal chords don't know what to do with themselves after going unused for so long." The blond blinked at Lovino's words, looking at his hands. Lovino held the tablet out over Jones again, checking to make sure everything was still stable. "You seem fine. Everything looks good. Name's Lovino Vargas. Remember it, because I'm not repeating myself." Lovino frowned as he saw him squinting. "Can you see me?"

Alfred shook his head, mouthing 'no.'

"Guess there are some things that still can't be fixed… Give Jones that bag, would you? He needs it." He picked a clear bag up off the chair that held a pair of thin wire-rimmed glasses, handing it over to his brother.

"And I'm Feliciano Vargas!" Jones flinched instinctively as the brunet ran over to him, but relaxed when he saw the gentle smile on Feliciano's face. The glasses were thrust out to him and he took them with a smile, feeling more relaxed as he felt the familiar weight of the lenses on his face. The world came into focus and it felt good to be able to see again. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Jones, sir. My brother and I are your doctors; you've been asleep for a really long time now."

"Alfred…" he mouthed, nothing audible but the breath escaping his lips. Feliciano tilted his head as Alfred began pointing at himself, shaking his head. "Not 'Jones;' call me Alfred…" Alfred began coughing again, rubbing at his scratchy throat.

"You want me to call you Alfred?" Alfred nodded. "Alright then! How are you feeling? I can't imagine it feels good to be suddenly woken up like that…"

"Shut up, Feli. Don't go overwhelming the kid," Lovino snapped, walking up to Alfred's bedside. Alfred's hand went to his head and he made several unexplainable gestures, earning a sigh from the elder doctor. His mouth moved too fast for him to grasp any words, so he held a hand up to stop he kid before he wasted any more of their time. "You'll be confused for a while, I can pretty much guarantee that… You've got a lot of catching up to do; things are very different from what you know. Your head might hurt for a while and you're going to have to learn how to walk again. Your body isn't used to supporting your weight, obviously; it has to get back into the swing of things. Lightheadedness is to be expected. If you feel like you're going to pass out, just sit down and somebody will help you. You'll be thrown off-balance a lot and your hearing might come and go, but it won't be gone for long, I promise. The best way I can describe it is feeling like somebody's holding your head underwater and won't let you come up."

Lovino cut Alfred off again as the blond tried to speak. "I know you've got a ton of questions. Save those for later. Feli, get the kid some clothes, would you? Some naked kid is not exactly what I want to be staring at right now."

"You got it!"

Alfred's eyes widened and his cheeks turned bright red as he realised he was on display for everybody in the room to see. His hands flew out to cover himself. While he certainly had nothing to be ashamed about, he was never much of an exhibitionist and being under the watchful eyes of a group of strangers was more than unsettling.

"I didn't know what size you were, so hopefully these will fit you…"

Alfred took the clothes gratefully, turning away from everybody to pull the clothes on and save what was left of his decency. His fingers fumbled with the buttons and he huffed angrily every time they slipped out of place.

"Do you need help?" Feliciano asked gently, earning a fierce shake of the head from the blond. When he finally got the clothes on properly, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and tried to stand, legs giving out instantly.

"Careful!" Feli cried, wrapping an arm around Alfred's waist to steady him. "Lovi said you won't be able to walk just yet…" Alfred was a little taller than he was, so the Italian could put his arm over his shoulders comfortably to help support him.

Alfred's stomach growled loudly and he would have chuckled if he could. "Food…?"

Feli nodded. "What kind of food do you like?"

Alfred started mouthing a bunch of his favourite old fast-food restaurants, much to Feli's confusion. Lovino groaned as he caught a few of them, shaking his head and cursing under his breath in Italian. "What are those…? There hasn't been anything like that for at least fifty years now…"

Alfred blinked and stared at Feli, expression saying it all: 'What the hell am I going to eat, then?!'

"I'm sorry!" he cried instinctively. "Don't be mad at me!" Alfred's gaze softened. "But we kind of have something like that… I'll show you."

Alfred was led into the kitchen, staring again. It was huge. Everything was pristine and it was stocked for a nuclear war. There were spices, fruits, enough utensils for a small army, and everything in-between… "We don't use this machine often since we all like to cook for ourselves, but this thing can make literally anything you want in seconds."

At least this thing looked familiar. Alfred was staring at a regular old microwave, or so he thought. At a closer look, the buttons were nothing like he had ever seen before. There was a keyboard attached to the device and more settings than Alfred even knew what to do with. "How do I…?"

Feli reached for the keyboard and held it out in front of Alfred. "Type what you want. Based on your choice, it'll ask you a couple different things and then you pick a few more options and then voila! Food! I have no idea how it works, so don't ask… But it's great for emergencies. Like right now. But we'll make you a real meal once you've built up more of your strength."

Alfred shakily typed in his favourite food, blinking when the microwave-thing began flashing and making noises. How this little thing was supposed to make him food and not attack him was a mystery, but as soon as the machine spit out the warm hamburger, Alfred didn't really care anymore. He wolfed it down happily and immediately went back for another.

Feli had no words as Alfred ate what must have been ten of them.

"Full now…" Alfred mumbled, his voice a soft whisper. "Think I'm going to be sick…"

"Oh! I was supposed to tell you not to eat so much once you've just woken up!" Feli laughed nervously. "I forgot… But it should pass! Just take it easy…"

Easy translated to Alfred throwing up in the kitchen sink.

Once Feli had gotten Alfred and the sink cleaned up, he showed him where he'd be sleeping from here on out. It was a small, all-white room that to Alfred was just incredibly unappealing. It reminded him of a hospital room,and his last visit didn't hold any good memories. "Does it have to be so…boring?"

"No, watch this!" Feli tapped a small screen next to the bed and it came alive with colours and choices. "This is what it looks like when nobody's using it. But this computer lets you make it whatever you want. It does almost anything!" Alfred's eyes sparkled as Feli showed him all the incredible choices. He cycled through so many different options that Alfred didn't know what to pick. He would give this more thought when he was feeling one hundred percent again, so Feliciano settled on a simple, yet elegant hotel design complete with a large fluffy bed, choosing a blue and white theme.

"I love blue," Alfred whispered happily, falling back onto the bed. "Can I ask you something, Feliciano?"

"You can call me Feli!" He sat down on the bed next to the blond and nodded. "Si, of course."

"Why did you wake me up?"

"Well, uhm…" Feliciano played with the edge of his shirt nervously. "You see…"

"We need your help," came a voice from the door. A blond man in a lab coat stepped forward, thick eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, Arthur! Good timing. Alfred, this is Arthur Kirkland. He's a really smart man. He's one of the researchers. He helped with a lot of the technical stuff that got you here."

"Alfred Jones…"

"Voice is sounding better already. Just a day or so before it's back to full strength, I'd say. I know you've got a ton of questions, but before we start with those, there was something in your belongings that I recovered that you need to see."

"I have belongings…?"

"A few things. A jacket that's well older than I am, a strange handheld…thing…"

"My game! Oh, no way!" Alfred squeaked pathetically, grinning widely. The squeaking hurt his throat, but he was too excited to care. "It made it?!"

Arthur blinked and cleared his throat. "Yes, anyway… What I want to show you is this." He pulled a small blue disc out of his pocket, holding it out for Alfred. Alfred turned it over in his hands, staring at it.

"What am I supposed to…what?!" Alfred jumped as the disc split in the middle, sliding open. A bright light shot out from the centre of the disc, forming a cone a few inches high. A well-built figure appeared in the light and Alfred drew in a sharp breath.

"D-Dad…?"