Title: Serenity
Author: untapdtreasure
Rating: K+
Summary: And then it dawned on him that he didn't even know her name. Or his own for that matter, but he didn't panic. A glimmer here and a flash there, and he knew she was special to him, that she was someone that he'd go to the ends of the earth for, and probably had which is how he'd ended up in this predicament in the first place.
A/N: Written for a memory loss prompt.
Marcus' eyes fluttered open. Everything seemed suddenly too bright, too open. He closed his eyes tight again. His hand twitched, feeling a warm, soft hand in his. He opened his eyes again, ignoring everything else but the soft brain hair that lay sprawled across his prone body. He tilted his head a little, taking in the angelic creature that deemed him worthy enough to pay such a rare tribute of letting him watch her sleep. He could watch her forever.
And then it dawned on him that he didn't even know her name. Or his own for that matter, but he didn't panic. A glimmer here and a flash there, and he knew she was special to him, that she was someone that he'd go to the ends of the earth for, and probably had which is how he'd ended up in this predicament in the first place.
He moved his other hand across his body slowly and gently stroked her hair. It was as soft as he'd imagined it would be, and he felt her lifting her head. The serenity was broken in that moment, then their eyes met. "I'm sorry for waking you, but what's your name?" He moved his fingers down the line of her jaw and then traced her lips.
"Don't you remember?" the angel breathed. Her eyes full of fear and sadness.
He shook his head. "I know you're special. That you matter to me...but I don't know your name. Tell me your name," he begged her softly, desperately.
"I'm Abby," she whispered, bringing herself closer to him, finally allowing the tears to fall down her cheeks. "I'm your wife." She tangled their fingers together, wedding rings touching now.
It was is if a jolt of electricity struck his mind and everything became crystal clear. He remembered every detail of their lives. The good, the bad, the not so certain. But here they were. Husband and wife.