Mary Margaret is married to David Nolan when the accident happens and she looses her memory of ever even meeting him. Will the couple be able to make it through or will they come out as two different people? No curse au.

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The nurses had given her some drug to calm down after she woke up in a hospital bed, they said she was 'getting worked up' but Mary Margaret believed she had every right to be confused.

She had woken up in a hospital which certainly wasn't in Storybrooke, with no one waiting in the ward with her. Then a doctor assured her that her husband would be fine but Mary Margaret insisted that she is most certainly not married. Then the medics ran several tests and concluded she has amnesia which means she has lost a section of her whole life. And to top it all off she has chopped all her wonderful long hair off at some point.

So to say she is getting 'worked up' is most certainly rational.

The last memory Mary Margaret has is leaving Storybrooke behind to become a college student, but where she went and anything after, she just cannot seem to find in her head.

So really she is 6 years older than she thought she was when she awoke.

She has lost 6 years of life, of a relationship, heavens, she may even have a family.

And so really, to say she got 'worked up' is a complete understatement and breathing suddenly seems very hard and

"Mary Margaret?" a distantly familiar voice calls out, laced with concern and yet relief at the same time.

The voice almost seems to calm the storm within her and she catches her breath again.

Slowly, she turns and open her eyes to see a tall, undeniably handsome man at the door. He seems torn between rushing in to her and turning on his heel in a rush.

"Doctor?" she asks, though really she thinks she knows who this must be. A few more seconds of denial just seems so much easier.

The heartbroken look on his face confirms all she needs to know, though. This man is her husband of however many years and she doesn't even know his name. And somewhere deep within her, maybe it's the woman he knows, just can't stand to see him hurt.

"I'm sorry, I'm Mary Margaret, wait I suppose you know that if you're my husband, I'm just not sure who I know anymore and I guess starting from the start seems easier but I can spare introductions if-" she stops her rambling to look at his face.

A soft smile has spread on it, which she must admit makes him look even cuter, and he seems to be laughing to himself. However before she could ask what was so funny, he spoke and slowly took the chair next to her bed.

"If starting from the beginning is what you need, then I would be honoured to do it with you?" Though he showed confidence, she found it all too easy to see the fear behind his question.

"You'd do that for me?" This man is so willing to give up all he remembers to try again for her. She got a warm feeling in her chest and realised just how much love he must have for her. There must be so much to say, a burning desire to in some way hold her, yet he will wait, he will hold it all in just to be with her. If she wasn't already in bed, she would need to sit down.

"David Nolan" he offers a hand. She accepts and wonders at how natural and right it feels in hers. She tries not to focus too much on how he lingered a touch too long, or had that been her?

First lecture at her new college and she can't even find a pen. 'Well done Mary Margaret, great start to your new life' she mentally scolds herself. Someone slides in the seat next to her but in her fluster to find something, anything, to write with she doesn't acknowledge him. She pulls out an eyeliner and is seriously considering using it to take notes when the person next to her slides her a pen. For the first time she looks up at him and suddenly has to catch her breath, he is handsome and he is sitting right next to her.

"Take my pen, I'll take mental notes" he speaks in a low voice.

"How charming" she smirks back taking his pen. What was that comment? Where had that come from because that certainly was not Mary Margaret. He seemed to like it though, judging by the smirk on his face.

"David Nolan"

"Mary Margaret Blanchard. Oh, and I like Charming better"

The sudden flash back took her by surprise, and finally she knew that she had met this man before. However that was all she could recall. Her missing pen, her first lecture and those piercing blue eyes.

"Charming?" she gasps, looking up at him.

David about falls off his chair, and grasps one of her hands. "You remember?"

She is oh so tempted to lie, to avoid crushing the hope that had just risen within him, but that would never work.

"Meeting you, when you leant me a pen. Nothing else, only my life in Storybrooke before college" she gently tells him and can't help but notice the way his grip slackened in her hands.

"We'll get there Mare, I promise you" he assures her, though it seems to be for himself as much as to her.

"No one has called me Mare in a long time" she comments without thinking.

"No one you can remember" he replies with a sad smile. He seems to shake off the sober mood and his thoughts turn to her health. "How are you feeling, despite the major memory loss?"

"My ribs hurt a little, my ankle is sore and I don't know where my hair is" she chuckles nervously a little.

"You have one broken rib, one cracked, a sprained ankle and you cut it off because it made it easier to teach"

She looks up at him with a wide grin. She made it, after all those years of studying and tests, she got her graduate and became a teacher.

"So, I'm a teacher in New York, married to David Nolan whom I met in college. What else?" she asks, taking in a deep breath.

"We were both eighteen when we met, and we started dating a few weeks later, I proposed to you at twenty one and we got married when we were both twenty two, a year later. Now we're both twenty four, though I'm twenty five in a few weeks" he explains, pausing to think at each number. He looks adorable with a little frown on his face as he thinks.

"So the whole six years I have lost, are the six years I spent with you?" she asks, suddenly feeling like she might break down.

He nods slowly and squeezes her hand a little. "I'm sorry Mary Margaret. It should have been me, I would do anything to swap places with you"

She pulls her hands from his and instead gently cups his cheeks, not sure where the sudden courage to reach out and the desire to hold him had come from. Perhaps, once again, the woman who knows him could not stand the sorrow.

"David, the accident was not your fault, do not hold this against yourself because I certainly won't. All I ask of you is to stand by me and be patient. That's all I need, I don't want a magical health swap with you, I just need you" she starts confidently, but as she begins to seek comfort, she finds herself very vulnerable.

"That, I can do" he promises with a gentle smile. "Now you need to sleep"

And with a soft kiss on her cheek and a gentle caress of her arm, he leaves to his own bed.

She tries not to see the small shake of his shoulders as he leaves and instead places her hand on her cheek which is still tingling.