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"W-what?" The teen realized he was shaking, and looked at the demon. It can't be Sock.
It IS SOCK.
"S-Sock?" The boy nodded, cocking his head to the side in confusion. Jonathan's attitude had just completely flipped, and Sock wondered if he caused it or not. Why would he? Jon's reaction was to immediately jump up and pounce-tackle the boy, clinging to his orange sweater as if he'd disappear (which technically, he could, but he was too confused right now to even move.) and beginning to sob lightly.
"Jon? What's wrong?" Sock asked, brows furrowed. "What did I do?"
"S-S-Sock. Remember. Please. Remember us. Remember me. PLEASE." He was more talking to himself than the demon at that point, but somehow, his begging had an effect on the boy, who also began to cry, but he couldn't comprehend or understand why. He nuzzled into Jonathan's hair and had no idea why, it was almost as if it was habitual. But how could it be? He'd only been assigned to Jonathan; He never met him before that, right?
Right?
Mephistopheles suddenly appeared in front of Sock and sighed. "Kid, we have to talk." The brunet didn't respond, still sniffling on Jon's shoulder and refusing to focus on his boss. Meph sighed again, and clicked his fingers, transporting both of them to his office.
Sock opened his mouth in protest and Mephistopheles hushed him before he could speak, shaking his head. "I paused time. Providence won't like it, but you'll be in the same place you guys left off."
"Talk. NOW." The short demon demanded, crossing his arms and glaring murderously at his employer. If you could call their relationship that in the first place. Mephistopheles sighed and ran his hand through his ginger hair. "You knew Jon when you were alive. I have no one else to assign him to, so I erased your memory hoping it would help you. He didn't talk or think about you so I guess I thought he wouldn't notice. I was trying to help, Sowachowski."
"BULLSHIT! I WANT MY MEMORY BACK!" Sock had already lost his temper, jumping up from the chair and slamming his hands down on Mephistopheles' desk. The elder sighed and glanced at the boy with a little fondness and a little frustration. "Fine. Have them. But understand, Sock, you have a job. And if you don't complete it, then you'll be fired and thrown into torture like everyone else. I'm sorry, but right now, I can't afford to make exceptions for you."
All he did was snap his fingers before Sock had a chance to respond, though his witty remark would do no good for him anyway, and suddenly he was back in the room.
The rush of memories knocked him off of his feet and he clutched his head.
The bullies.
His parents.
Joane.
JON.
Jonathan was staring at him, shaking, as he fell. Sock looked up at the boy he was in love with, so many emotions rushing through him that he could barely handle it, he was crying and frowning and laughing and smiling all at the same time and it was overwhelming the demon.
He pushed himself off of the floor, standing and facing the wall, away from the teenager. As he wiped his face and rubbed his hand over his hat, he steadied himself, both mentally and physically. He took a deep breath and said the words he wish he'd known to say earlier.
"Jonathan..."
"Yeah?" The stutter was distant, but still there, in the boy's voice as he looked, still tearful despite himself. This was how Sock had always made him. Vulnerable. Emotional. Pain in the best ways.
"I remember you."
At that moment, Jonathan's heart could've burst out of his chest.
AN: NOICE! There's probably gonna be one, maybe two more chapters left of this fic, so indulge yourselves whilst it lasts! Review, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!