Full Summary: It's supposed to be taken place after the titans have been taken care of and modern technology is advancing and such and such. Armin would have developed a way to allow the fallen soldiers of the titan war to be presented through a person's memories. {I thought of this after watching recall.} So basically, you would go into this room, and be hooked up to a machine that reads your brain waves and sends chemicals to your brain and creates an illusion of the soldier in front of you. You can talk with them, and play games with them, and they'll respond best to the way your mind remembers them. But you can't physically touch them.

Once you leave the place, the illusion stops though, so Jean almost gets addicted to coming to the place.
But one time, while he's hooked up to the machine, something malfunctions, and now he sees marco absolutely everywhere and people start to think he's insane.

"I only got out because of you!"

"It's all thanks to you!"

"I told you before, didn't I? You're cut out to be a leader!"

No I'm not.

To this day, I still don't know how you came to that conclusion. I tried. I really did try, but it was because I was trying for you. I never really learned how to try for myself, and maybe that was because I didn't really have any desire to try so hard for myself. I could live with dying, as long as I knew what I was dying for, but trying to do something better of myself.. I couldn't without you there...

Everyone else tried though.

"Ah, Jean! You're back again! Thank you so much for coming!" Even Armin tried. "Listen, I know it's probably rough on your schedule, but I want you to know I really appreciate this! I think I've finally perfected it!" His voice snapped me back from my thoughts, making focus on the current time.

"Armin." I breathed as the blond led me into his back room. "It's fine, really." I was trying to play it cool, but I couldn't. He said he might have perfected it, and that got me excited. If.. If he did, perhaps...My hands were shaking at the thought of it, but... Perhaps I have another chance to talk to him again..?

Armin rushed to this big metal door he had in the back of this building and pulled it open. I could see the excitement in his movements, and the way that his arms were shaking. I could tell he knew he had successfully completed this, he just needed to test it out. That's what I was here for.

"Here, here, come on now, hurry up!" The blond rushed, as he ran up to the large control panel that was pushed up against the wall. Above them were blank screens. One that lined up to each section of the control panel. He had about four so far, and seemed to be working on another two from the appearance of the right wall. I wasn't going to ask him about it. The way his lips were shaking, I doubt he would've told me without stuttering.

In front of each of the control panels were chairs. Not normal ones though, they were made more to fit your whole body, as opposed to just sitting in it. I already knew what to do, as this had been about the fifth time that Armin asked me here. I pulled myself into the chair, sliding up as I tried to fit into it comfortably. "Why're you telling me to hurry up when all I have to do is sit here?" I commented, leaning my head off of the top part. It resembled a pillow that shaped to cushion your neck. There wasn't any spot to actually put my head, something about the tools Armin was going to attach to me needed that space.

Armin powered up the computer in front of my seat and then rushed back towards me. He completely ignored my comment as he pulled out the mass amounts of wires that were dangling from a silver like tool, about four-foot tall. Turning around, he began placing little suction cup like items that had the wires attached to them to various spots on my body.

I took in a deep breath, realizing now just how nervous I was. Armin was a genius. He knew how to work with new things, and he loved creating new things. This new creation of his had taken him a good ten years to get this far. He didn't even get into the testing stage until about a month ago, but even then, his efforts always seemed to come up short.

The past few times I had been here though, things were looking up. Each test he ran came back with less and less problems. Now, I didn't understand any of it, but I wasn't here to. I was here to help him find the problems. A part of me was almost hoping that there would be a problem this time as well. I suddenly felt like I wasn't ready enough for this, like I needed more time.

"Ready?" Armin breathed out. I nodded, completely lying to him, and closed my eyes, attempting to let my body completely relax. I listened as Armin flicked a switch and a slight humming noise rang in my ears. The room went dark as the two of us waited, Armin was staring at the screen in front, while I still had my eyes closed, waiting for the blond to give me the signal to open them. "Alright, all of the signals are coming back okay.. Looks like it's ready..." I still kept my eyes closed. The silence in the room was making me so nervous. I heard Armin begin to say something, but he cut himself short.

"What?" I panicked. "What is it? Is something wrong?" Keep your eyes closed, he didn't say anything yet, just don't open them Jean, don't fuck this up.

"No," Armin started. "Just.. If... If this works.. Then.. So many things.." I didn't need to see him to understand how he felt. "Jean, we'll be able to talk to all of our loved ones that have died... We'll... We'll be able to help so many people."

"Ahh!" I groaned. "Armin, cut it out, you're making me nervous. "

"Ah! Sorry!" He responded. "Just... This is big.. And you helped me a lot. So..Here goes nothing." I'm guessing he looked over the last of the tests before he took in a nervous breath. "Okay Jean.. Open them!"

Slowly, I pulled my eyes open, attempting to stare forward at the screen, but my vision was blocked.

My eyes widened instantly and jaw dropped at the image that kept the full screen out of my view. No. No way.. No no no, this can't be!

"Mar...co..." I breathed.

The image in front of me tilted his head a bit before cracking its lips apart and responding. "Hey Jean," His voice.. It.. It sounded just like him! "How come you look so old?"

A/N: OH GOSH I'M SO SORRY ALL OF MY PREVIOUS WATCHERS, I KNOW I SHOULD BE WORKING ON MY TREATMENT STORY BUT JEAN X MARCO BECAME MY NEW OTP I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY. I WANT TO WORK ON IT, I REALLY DO.

I just..

am not..

all that interested anymore... D: Anyway, I do hope you guys like this. I'll be posting this on my tumblr as well, on my jean account. .com so come talk to me there if you want c: Thanks for reading, feedback is much appreciated!