A/N: Hi everyone! So, I've had a few messages asking (/pouting ^_^) about chapter length. This story was designed to have shorter chapters, as I sort of just fired it off quite quickly before I began working on my own original story and two other new fanfics (yes, I write ALL the time).
The story is already completely written, and will be 17 chapters, in case anyone's curious. Hope that clears up any questions! Enjoy!
-picimadar
Forget Me Not
Chapter 7
Heero,
Don't come visit. Something's come up and I'm probably not going to be able to write for a while. I wish you could be here, but it's so unsafe right now. Don't worry about me though; I should be able to get by.
Haven't heard from you in a few weeks now. I've been emailing but maybe your answers are bouncing back? Either way, I'd really like to hear from you, I need some advice and I want to hear your voice so badly.
If you don't feel the same anymore, I wish you would just tell me. I don't want to be just some high school girl who keeps pestering you. I want you to love me like you did before you left. I want you to care about me and talk to me.
I love you.
Relena
"I'm sorry, what?" Quatre asked, and I was jarred back to life, watching the girl walk between machines, making coffee and pouring it.
"It's her, the girl from the dreams I keep having." Duo looked about ready to pounce; whether it was on me or the girl, I couldn't tell.
"Well, Heero, are you sure? I mean, it could be a coincidence. Maybe you've seen her before, and your brain was trying to fill in some blanks? You can only dream about people you've seen before." I shook my head, still staring at her.
"No," I said, rejecting what he'd said. "I know her. I know that I do." She came around the outside of the bar, her eyes on the tray of drinks in her hands, her thin arms not strong enough to balance it one on hand as her coworker had. She took a few steps toward us, laid those perfect blue eyes on me, and fumbled the tray, nearly dropping it on the ground. Duo stood up, hoping to help her catch it, but she managed it, bringing it over and setting it down on the table slowly, looking at me with a mixture of weariness and something near fear.
What had I done to this woman?
"Hi," she said, and her voice sounded like bells, washing over me softly. "Sorry about that scene. I try to get the police to keep them out but…" Looking over, she watched Hilde clean up the mess left by the thugs who had bothered her and shook her head. "Anyways…" She paused again, looking at me, her eyes narrowing slightly, the same expression Hilde had had; I know you, it said.
"We've got our orders ready, if you're ready to take 'em," Duo said impatiently, and I resisted the urge to bang his head on the table. He was blocking me from her, sitting on the outside of the booth.
"I'm so sorry. Okay, so what did you want?" She scribbled down their orders quickly and looked at me, her eyes taking on that same glassy sheen, her hand wavering over the paper.
"I'll have the western on a bagel, please," I said, passing her my menu.
"Really?" she asked, pausing in her writing, before blushing and looking away, muttering something to herself as she left.
"Can we get your name?" Quatre said loudly, "in case we need anything?"
"God, I'm so sorry," she said, heaving a deep breath and turning back around. "My name's Relena." This woman stared at me with an emotion I couldn't quite decipher until she turned away once again; it had been shame. Why be ashamed of me knowing you?
"Sound familiar?" Quatre asked, and I grimaced a bit.
"I don't know. I'd have to think about it, I can't…" my headache surged, and I groaned, grabbing the glass of water Relena had left in front of me and holding it to my head. Relena… It sounded so foreign, different, but so familiar all the same.
"Don't overdo it, Heero!" Leaning across the table, Quatre looked at me. "Look, we could just simply ask her."
"Oh, yeah, that's not creepy. 'Hey, got a minute? We think you used to be this guy's girlfriend, but he doesn't know shit about you. Oh, you don't know? Well, he just dreams about you then, no biggie.' Seriously? You saw the way she looked at him. If she doesn't say anything on her own just let her be." I stared at Duo, almost awestruck at him not only making such a well-formed argument, but also being able to deliver it without being distracted.
"Well, I guess we wait, then." I rolled my eyes, drinking a few large gulps of the water before putting the glass back down on the table. "Come on, Heero. You can't rush these things, and you can't assume that you were great, wonderful friends with everyone you ever knew. Maybe you two broke up and she's mad about it. Maybe your brain just made the whole thing up. We'll figure it out once we start finding out more."
His words were meant to be a comfort, but they just frustrated me, and I turned away from him. When I looked up, Relena was back, putting our coffees in front of us. Duo and Quatre had packets of sugar and tiny vessels of cream on their plates, while mine had none. She smiled weakly, briefly, and walked away again, but Duo stopped her.
"Hey, his has no cream. You want him to drink it black?"
Relena turned, wrinkling her nose at him. "It's how he takes it," she said briefly, paling as she realized what she'd said before walking back behind the bar and disappearing.
"Well, there you go," Duo said, dumping two packets of sugar into his cup and stirring it.
"I'm sorry?" Quatre said, looking quizzical.
"I know he takes his coffee black. So does she, she just admitted she knows him well enough to know his coffee order, and to know that he hates ham, too." He smiled, elbowing me conspiratorially. Quatre excused himself, leaving us alone.
"You really did that on purpose?" Duo barked out a laugh, and I felt mildly offended, knowing he was laughing at me.
"Of course. You know, you were just like this when we first met, too. I'm your vice-President. I'm not completely retarded." Several moments passed, most of which were filled with him answering questions of mine about the business before I, too, excused myself. Walking down past the bar, I heard voices and paused.
"I'm so sorry to ask this, but can I talk to you for just a moment?" It was Quatre, that was certain; I peeked around the bar and he was at the door to the kitchen, a few steps from Relena.
"I don't really have the time, but I'll be out with your breakfast in a moment." Though the sentiment was clearly 'fuck off', I had to admire her politesse.
"Please, it's vitally important. I know that you know Heero Yuy. I'm his doctor, here accompanying him in the city. If I could just have a few moments…" At the sound of my name she had stopped, her eyes becoming cold and wet at the same time.
"It is him, then," she whispered, and he nodded.
"You knew him well?" Looking away, Relena blinked back tears.
"We… we went to high school together. I was… surprised he didn't recognize me, that's all." She picked up a few plates, holding them as she spoke. "If you're a doctor from Japan, why are you here? Is he alright?"
"Well, he's had a brain injury, so I'm here to supervise his treatment." She put the plates down, coming closer to Quatre. I hid slightly further back, desperately hoping they didn't catch me spying.
"Brain injury? Is he going to be alright? Oh my god, was it from the tsunami? I saw it all over the news and I thought…" Her voice cracked and she held a hand to her mouth, calming herself.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine. Unfortunately, he's suffering some pretty terrible amnesia, which is likely why he doesn't remember you." He was smiling at herm trying to use that angelic charm of his to get more information out of her. "Is there anything you can tell us about him? Would you be willing to talk to him, to tell him about your relationship with him?"
By the time he got to the last sentence her face had turned to stone. "No, I wouldn't, and I won't. I'm really sorry, doctor, but there's just no way I can do that." She looked at him again, picking the plates back up. "My life has changed a lot since I last saw him. Things have happened that just make whatever I could tell him irrelevant. I wish you all the best and I hope he recovers, but I can't help you." She started walking toward me and I rushed past into the bathroom, my heart racing.
She knew me.
