(Evil Brainwashed Titan Shifter Marco AU where Marco has kidnapped Jean but has no memory of him)

Jean stared wide eyed in disbelief.

"...how?"

His mind was swimming, how could Marco be alive? He saw the freckled man dead, half his body gone when they were but mere teenagers.

"how could he be here? his arm and most of his face is back. how…. unless."

Marco turned to look at the kneeling man tied up in the corner, a wicked grin spreading across his once innocent face.

"Yes that's right. I'm a titan shifter."

Jean's body stiffened.

"He doesn't even sound like marco…"

The freckled man walked closer to the blond haired man, tapping the large eyepatch on his right eye.

"But not all titan shifter have the strength to heal everything…"

He pulled the fabric away, revealing blackened flesh where his eye and upper cheek should have been. Jean turned his head away, closing his eyes as he tried to hold back his tears. it was obvious Marco had no idea who he was, he just wanted whatever info he thought Jean had, but it still hurt to see the man he once held close reduced to this. The freckled man pulled the eyepatch back into place, walking away to a table on the other side of the dark room.

"I know you work closely with Commander Smith. so why don't you make this easy and tell me what I want to know."

Marco looked over his shoulder, a deep fire burning in his eyes. A rigid panic began to set inside Jean's chest as the tall man slowly walked forward, holding one of Jean's swords. The shorter man frantically worked his hands behind his back, trying to free then from the rope binding them.

"Marco…. please…."

The tall man stopped, staring confused at the shaking man before him.

"How do you know my name? I didn't mention it."

Jean had been looking for a rope to grab hold of and here he found one.

"Because you know me! We were both in the same training squad! We wanted to join the military police!"

Marco's brow furrowed as if he were trying to remember a long forgotten dream.

"I….. I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Yes you do! You know me! We shared a bunk! You snuck me bit's of your bread when I didn't get enough food! You know my name!"

Jean was growing desperate, his voice rising in volume as he tried to reach the Marco he once knew. The tall man gripped his hands tight.

"...stop…"

Jean wrestled himself up to his feet, hands still tied behind his back.

"Jean Kirstein! You know that name! You know my face!"

"... stop!"

The freckled man's hands shook, confusion and anger in his eyes.

"You just have to remember!"

"I said stop!"

Marco rushed forward furry ragging in his eyes as he raised the sword above him, ready to cut the shorter man down. Jean finally loosened the rope around his wrists enough to squeeze a hand out. As Marco was almost at him Jean reached out and grabbed the freckled man's hand holding the sword, his other one gripping Marco's jaw. Jean twisted them around and slammed the taller man into the wall, quickly connecting their lips. Marco froze rigid as a board, his eyes wide in shock. Jean poured every ounce of love and emotion he could into this kiss hoping, praying it may bring back his Marco to him. Marco's grip loosened, dropping the sword to the ground with a clatter. Jean's hand on the taller man's jaw loosened, stroking across his cheek as he released Marco's lips. Jean looked desperately into Marco's dark brown eye, searching for a sign of his freckled man did not move, glued in shock as if Jean was a window and he was staring right through him.

"... Marco-"

"...Jean….."

Jean looked up in hope. a desperate plea in his praying eyes.

"...Jean Kirstein… I…."

Tears began to fill his eye as Marco looked down at the multi colored haired man.

"... how did I forget you…? ….I…."

His lip trembled as tears rushed down his cheeks, his memories flooding his mind. He looked down at the sword lying on the ground beside them and his whole body started to shake.

"... oh god I…. I didn't know…."

Jean pulled Marco into his arms, holding him close as tears started to fall from his eyes as well.

"shhhh. It's ok…. it's ok… you're here… you're back and that's all that matters…."

Jean kissed the shaking man's head, Marco's hands griped Jean's shirt.

"I'm just…. so happy I have you back…."

Jean sobbed into Marco's shoulder, squeezing the man in his arms tighter. Marco leaned back a bit before resting his forehead against Jean's, reaching his hands down to entwine his fingers with the shorter man's.

"and I'm happy to finally remember the one man who means the most to me…"

Jean squeezed Marco's hands, his heart filled with joy.

"I will forever be vigilant of you Marco Bott…. I'm never losing you again"