A/N: Sorry about the wait! My computer died and magically came back to life, so here I am again!

Little bit of news, I MET RICHARD MADDEN! IN REAL LIFE!

IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING HE HUGGED ME

I WAS PHYSICALLY SHAKING IT WAS GREAT!

Im debating whether to put the picture up as my profile photo. Let me know what you guys think!

As you can tell, I a huge GoT fan (I have Khaleesi tattooed on my forearm, its baddass) so I had to throw some of that in here. :)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my OC :))) shoutout to my dawg George R.R. & HBO, I LOVE YOU. DONT SUE ME.

Happy reading :D

*J*


I was halfway through my third pizza slice, sitting on the floor watching Game of Thrones on DVD with the sound off, when James woke up, instantly sitting up on the couch and getting my attention. "You want some pizza?" I asked with a smile as I set my slice on my paper plate next to me on the carpet and went to the kitchen to get him some.

I wasn't surprised when he only nodded. Obviously I would be doing most of the talking between the two of us.

Coming back into the living room, I handed him a plate of his own with a few slices of pepperoni and cheese, because when I asked him earlier he just shrugged like he had no idea what the hell pizza was. I smiled as he took it, before I sat back in my seat on the floor, leaning up against the couch a few feet away from him, and went back to watching my show and finishing my pizza.

I noticed him eyeing the TV, and I laughed a little as I said, "You've never watched this show before, I can tell." His eyes met mine for a moment, before I felt myself blushing under this incredibly sexy man's gaze and looked back to the screen, trying to focus more on the Battle of Blackwater than James next to me.

I saw him flinch as the Wildfire exploded with that eerie green glow I'd seen so many times, because the more I watch this show the more I love it, and I giggled as I said, "At least I don't have the sound on. You might pass out on me again." I looked up at him from my place on the ground, and smiled brightly despite his look of wonder as I asked, "Do you want me to explain what's going on? Because seriously, I could tell you just about anything you want to know about Westeros and the Seven Kingdoms. This show is fucking amazing."

He shook his head silently, but before I turned my eyes back to the screen, I could have sworn I saw the corner of his mouth draw up into a smirk, but I couldn't be sure, with his dark hair acting as a curtain casting a shadow on his face with the light from the TV.

When the credits started to roll, and I instinctually started humming the music, I gathered both of our now empty plates and went to the kitchen to throw them away.

I am absolutely in love with paper plates, and plastic silverware (Plasticware?). They're just so easy, and what's not to love about convenience? I barely ever have to do dishes, which is great, because I HATE doing the dishes with a deep passion.

As I opened the fridge, lighting the place up a little more (when the hell did it get so dark in here?) as I called to James on the couch over my shoulder, "Do you want a water or something? I have Dr. Pepper too, if you want."

Hearing nothing for a moment, I sighed as I pulled a can of soda out for myself, but stopped with my arm reaching in the fridge as I heard him answer, "Water...please…"

I was beaming as I grabbed my drink and a water bottle from the fridge as shut the large door, and as I walked over and handed it to him, I was strangely excited.

The blow to my head must've really fucked me up...wasn't I supposed to be freaking the fuck out? Nevermind the fact that this James guy is drop dead gorgeous, with that angel muffin baby face and lost dark blue eyes that seem to lock with mine every time I look at him.

Seriously, I would do unspeakable things to this man. If he didn't just break into my house, attack me, have some kind of episode, and then eat pizza with me while I watched my favorite show.

I tried not to focus on how happy I was that he actually said something to me, and how damn attractive his voice is, as I sat on the other end of the couch this time and picked up the remote, changing it over to the TV and putting on Criminal Minds reruns.

I popped my soda open, the sound echoing off the walls of the mostly empty room, and as I turned the sound up enough the hear Spencer Reid's genius at work, I could feel James looking at me from his seat on the opposite end of my couch and tried not to fidget.

I glanced over at him and smiled, and gathering up enough courage to talk to him, I said, "So, James…"

And then, silence.

Well, that went fucking great, Caroline. I wanted to curl up and die.

"Bucky." I heard him say quietly, and my eyes shot up from the floor.

"What?" I was in a mild state of shock. He didn't just say something...did he?

"I think…" he started slowly, those intense blue eyes of his flickering down to his hands, hidden in the pouch of the hoodie as he continued, "The man on the bridge...He called me Bucky."

"I've never heard of Bucky being short for James before, but okay…" I said as I sat up and turned to face him, pulling my knees up under me on the couch. "Why 'you think?'"

"I can't remember…" He answered, his blue eyes fixing themselves on mine again, "Sometimes I get bits and pieces, but I don't understand any of it."

"So this man on the bridge…," I began as I brainstormed, "If you are who he thinks you are, Bucky or James or both, maybe he knows you? Like from before you can remember?"

"I knew him…" James mumbled as his eyes darkened and dropped to the carpet, but I wasn't having that. I'd just started this conversation and there was no way in hell I was just going to let him retract back into himself.

"Hey…" I said with a sweet, but serious, voice as I moved closer to him across the couch and put a hand on his arm, holding in the swoon I would have done as I felt his muscles tense under the this fabric of the black hoodie and locked his intense gaze with my own as I said, "You know him. You just don't remember at the moment, and I get the feeling that's not your fault. So, let me show you to where you can sleep while you're here and tomorrow, I'll help you find this guy from the bridge and work on getting your memory back."

I didn't need a reply. The smile he broke into was more than enough.