Forget Them Not I
Summary: Alex does and doesn't remember. Something happened, something that left him without any memories. Was it a mission that left him like this? Or was it something else? Alex remembers. A collection of connected oneshots.
The sudden break in silence startled her. She hurriedly bent down to pick up the dropped sheet from the floor.
"What did you say?" asked the nurse quickly, and not without a little hint of embarrassment.
"Who am I?"
"Oh, don't you remember?"
The boy stared at her with blank eyes. Amnesia?
"You're- One moment please."
The woman who was newly assigned as the boy's nurse turned to the chart on the wall.
"Alex Rider. Fourteen. Blood type O. There's a lot of classified information here, but I don't suppose you would know why? Right… And then there's your condition, but you've been briefed on that." She gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, that's all I know."
She told herself that there was no reason for nervousness, no reason to be uncomfortable around the boy. He'd been injured, and that was the reason why he had such a blank look on his face, a blank look that honestly worried her, and freaked her out.
She made a show out of looking at her watch, exclaiming an 'oh, look at the time, I've got to go' before rushing out of the room.
The boy did not move; he just sat there with that blank look, watching her leave the room.
Ian set his two – soon to be three – year old nephew down on the couch, pondering exactly how to explain this.
"Alex," he started gently. "I'm not your father. I'm not your daddy."
His nephew blinked up at him, only making a small noise of confusion. If only they hadn't gone through this at the kindergarten. It was too early for this.
"Daddy?"
"No, Alex. I'm your uncle, not your daddy."
"Unca?"
"Try 'Ian'," he suggested. "Say 'Ian', Alex."
"Ian." The boy slowly smiled. "Ian. Ian. Ian."
"Yes, that's right," Ian smiled back. "I'm your Ian."
"Ian. Ian. Ian." The boy joyfully repeated the newly learned word.
Ian picked the small boy up and hugged him carefully. Alex had been a bit slow to start to talk, but he seemed to enjoy learning.
Explaining why he was Alex' 'Ian' and not his daddy would come later. Hopefully much later. Alex was still but a baby in his mind.
"Ian. Ian."
Ian tickled his nephew and listened in joy to his laughter.
Hopefully much, much later.
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