Written for comment_fic on livejournal. Prompt was M/A with them not recognizing each other because of lost memory.
As they regained consciousness, each instinctively took a combat pose when they realized another person was in the room. They looked at each other, confused, desperate, trying to glean any information they could from the demeanor of the other.
"Who are you?" she finally sputtered, as they circled each other like feral cats, keeping an almost-safe distance as they paced a wide oval.
"I have no idea."
"Why am I not surprised," she said, wondering why she was rolling her eyes when she should be keeping her gaze on the places he could be hiding weapons.
"Maybe we know each other," he suggested.
"Maybe you're the reason I don't remember why I'm here," she spat.
"Maybe you're the reason I don't remember!" he growled.
"Maybe you're pretending not to remember to hide the fact that you're the reason I don't remember!"
He looked annoyed and said, "Maybe you're pretending that you think I'm pretending not to remember to hide the fact that I remember and you-"
"Shut up! Enough of this! Get out of my way so I can leave and I won't kill you," she said.
"Hey, for all I know, you're the one keeping me from leaving."
"Yeah, I have a feeling if I had ambushed you, I wouldn't be clueless amnesia chick right now," she said confidently.
"Why's that?"
"Because if one of us sucks so bad that he gets get wiped by his own memory weapon, then that loser has GOT to be you."
"Hey, maybe we're on the same side! Ever think of that?" he asked indignantly.
"What makes you think so?" she asked, just slightly less clipped in tone, as she looked at him, trying to discern something.
"Well, for one thing, we're in almost identical stances, moving the same way, too. And for another thing, even though I don't remember why, my body seems to be attracted to you," Alec said with a wide smile.
"Yeah, well my body seems to have a subconscious urge to punch your body repeatedly," she at once responded.
"Maybe your body needs to stop being such a tightass," he answered brusquely.
"Maybe your body needs to stop being such a DUMBASS," she shot back right away.
They both stared at each other for a moment.
He said, then, "This... seems familiar."
Softly, she agreed. "Yeah. Let's get out of here."
"Together?" he asked.
She shrugged noncomitally. "Sure. 'Til my body tells me to knock your ass into a gutter."
He smiled. "My body can't wait."
