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I don't have any rights to any of the characters but Olive and her crew.

Notes:

I don't know if this Summary is good enough if you guys think of a better one let me know.

This was inspired by a dream I had, My friend helped me with the ideas flushing out character.

I also couldn't decide on a name so I went with the name of one of my favorite characters for the greatest movie ever made. (Let me know if you can guess where she's from)

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Black eyes, rimmed with a thin blue line. Glowing in a way that was almost predatory like. It reminded her of a shark moving toward her. She felt like she was in water, or using her querk. Slowly trying to escape from something that was much faster in a black abyss.

Nothing but those glowing blue eyes were visible.

Olive's lungs filled with hot dry air making her cough. The taste of ash and smoke filling her lungs as she tried to pull her consciousness awake. Blinking she saw a car on fire in front of her along with small fires spread across the parking lot of a large mall. One she did not recognize.

Taking a step back she looked around trying to get her bearings. Her eyes slowly adjusting to the world around her. It felt like a dream as if someone had just thrown her into this situation. No memories of how she got here or what was going on.

Maybe she was dreaming?

Touching her face she blinked a few times as she saw people screaming and running from the building. They were saying things but she couldn't quite make out what. As if they were just making noises.

What was going on? What happened? Where was she? Panic slowly rising in her chest with the thought that she had no idea what to do or where to go. Her breaths become shallow as panic began to wash over her.

"Olive! Olive!" the sound of her name being called broke her out of her stupor as a tall red-haired man ran up to her grabbing her arms. A stream of Japanese came flowing out of his mouth and she was lost. Only knowing a few phrases she blinked up at this stranger.

"I don't know…?" she said slowly hoping he would understand, "English." she said "No Japanese?"

He looked taken back for a moment "You go" he said in broken English, accent heavy, pointing at the street. "Police will help, wait there?"

Nodding she followed the crowd and stood with the others waiting for Red to come back. Not that it mattered since he wasn't going to be able to talk to her. But also, as she was slowly realizing by overhearing people talking around her, that she wasn't in America anymore and had NO idea where to go or what to do. So Red was her best option at this point. Maybe she could use a translator app? Her mind went into overdrive trying to think of what to do. And then, as it always did when she was panicking her thoughts turned to the only person who was her calm center.

Eliott.

Where was he? Reaching around she realized she had a purse with her. One she didn't recognize. It was way too nice. Was that a Chanel label? Holding up the bag she looked it over totally confused. Did she steal this? Ok, she was dreaming. There was no way this was real.

But it felt so real.

Frowning she rifled through the bag looking for her phone. She just wanted to call Eliott. Desperation filling her body, her heart pounding so hard in her chest it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She just wanted her husband.

There was a huge explosion and a few people cheered all of them speaking excitedly in Japanese to each other. The excitement getting louder and louder, people pointing. Turning Olive stood up with the crowd to see a blonde-haired man slowly walking toward the crowd dragging a horned man by the collar of his shirt. Behind him, the red-haired man from earlier held three others on his shoulders.

As he grew closer the blonde turned his eyes meeting Olive's. His red eyes were so intense that something in her stomach dropped. A weird calm washing over her as he studied her. He felt like something from another life. Dejavu. A dream long forgotten.

"Olive," his voice was gravely as he dropped the man he had been dragging walking toward her. Looking down at her he placed his arms on her shoulders "what the hell you baka?" he said leaning forward pulling the dazed woman into a strong hug. He smelled like smoke and something sweet, like sugar. It kind of reminded her of camping. However, why this man was hugging her she had NO idea.

And then he pulled back slightly, his eyes fluttering for a moment, leaning toward her face as if he was about to kiss her. Olive, who was still trying to gain her bearings, felt her whole body tense in pure shock.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck?

"Dude I'm married," she said swatting away his arms from her side before pushing him away. Her face flushed, eyes glassy as tears threatened to spill over from feeling so overwhelmed by it all.

The blonde's eyes grew wide studying her for a moment, then gently his hand moved from her shoulder to her forehead speaking in Japanese. The red-haired man had come up behind him and seemed to be responding to what he was saying back. A flush of anger spread over Olive, she had just told his guy she was married and he was still trying to come on to her. Her already very frayed emotions were so tight Olive couldn't deal with this anymore. Jaw clenched she swatted away this way too friendly guy's hand.

"Look. No I'm..." she held up her hand and that's when she saw it.

A ring, but it wasn't hers.

"What?" she looked down at her hand confused. Was she even in her own body? What was going on? Her hands looked like hers? Do people recognize their own hands? It felt like her body. But how could you tell?

It was too much for her. Her heart pounding in her ears and that campfire smell was all around her filling her lungs. Her breath became shallow as colored spots filled her vision.

And then everything went black.

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You get one true love in your life. One person, you are meant to be with. Olive had always believed that. Especially after meeting Eliott. He had a killer sense of humor and was always so calm. For a girl who always seemed to deal with anxiety and self-doubt the dirty blonde haired man who would rather be enjoying life than dealing with the drama was everything, Olive had wanted and needed in her life.

It wasn't some epic romance, it was just… normal. From the first time he brought her out for burgers and to watch fireworks.

They ended up in the wrong location missing the entire show. But it didn't matter, they were too busy talking about their lives. They had ended up staying on the side of that grassy hill just laughing and joking around until 2 am.

He fit so easily into her life Olive had a hard time remembering what it was like without him. She wasn't as happy that was for sure.

And then one day he was gone.

Like a flash from the cameras, he would use.

As an action photographer, he was hired by both sports and hero agencies for promotional work. Olive had worried about him when he had gotten the job but with his quirk of being able to walk on walls, he normally could stay out of the way enough to keep himself safe.

Until a month ago when he wasn't.

A month ago when he was dead.

And Olive's life wasn't the same.

A month after a loss is such a weird time. It's like a limbo between everyone expecting her to be better and her inability to stop crying.

Olive still woke up reaching out for him in the middle of the night only to find an empty bed. Still felt like she could see him around every corner. Still waited for him to come through that door making some snarky joke about some idiot who walked into his shot.

His presence had left such a huge hole in her life and a bigger one in her heart.

That morning she woke up rubbing her swollen eyes looking at herself in the mirror. She was tired of this. Tired of being sad. Tired of missing him. Just tired. Selfishly she just wanted to skip this part of the morning process and go back to being happy again. After all, there was no way she could be sad forever... right? They say time heals all wounds. (Whoever they were.) But she wanted that healing now.

But no one could do that but her.

So sitting down she opened her laptop. Emails from her boss, editor, and an older client of hers littered her email. Scrolling through she tried to decide which one she wanted. She didn't have the creative energy to talk to her editor and her boss could wait until Monday.

But maybe ghostwriting would help distract her? The client she used to work with had a new story and he was desperate. And in a way she was too.

So clicking the email she started to read what he had to say.

And then she was here.

In the parking lot of a burning mall in Japan.

The hospital she woke up in was sterile white reminding her of the inside of an apple store. Soft lights filled the room as her eyes fluttered open. She looked around slowly sitting up. Her head was pounding and part of her just wanted to lay back down. But she also wanted some water, her throat feeling ashy crying out for moisture. And maybe an answer to what the hell was going on?

Slowly Olive pulled herself into a sitting position, her body ached from tension but she didn't really see any other major injuries. Looking around the room praying for a glass of water her eyes instead found a phone sitting on the table next to her. A text on top of the slue of notifications caught her attention.

Lilly Pond: Are you ok? Call me when you get up.

Her best friend. Oh thank god, someone she recognized. This meant she could rule out getting teleported to a different dimension off her list of what the fuck was going on.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she quickly unlocked the phone. Thank god for smart technology and face recognition. (She wouldn't have known what to do without it). Looking down at the phone there was a brief moment where she forgot why she had opened her phone. Distracted by the image of three young children who she didn't recognize looked back up at her from her phone background.

Dear god, please don't tell her she had kids along with a strange wedding ring. Her heart couldn't handle a full-on Overboard situation. She felt sick and desperate to hear a familiar voice. Something she recognized.

Clicking the name she fumbled for a bit until she figured out how to call.

"Olive?" Lilly's voice was desperate, "Olive are you ok? Katsuki told me…"

"What? Who?" Olive cut her friend off confused by this Katsuski, "Lilly I don't know where I am… I… I think I'm in Japan."

There was a long pause on the other end. "Yeah Olive… you…" Another long pause, Olive could tell her bestie was trying to remain calm for her sake, "What do you remember?" In the background, Olive heard a little voice say something. But Lilly didn't have kids… right?

"I… Eliott's funeral, uhhh going back to work. I think it's been maybe a month since he died?" who was she kidding, she knew it was 4 weeks and 3 days. But she didn't want to sound like she was counting.

"Olive, it's been over 5 years since Eliott died."

Olive felt like she was going to throw up. Wait... what?

"What?" she felt like there was a mound of sand in her throat. She wanted to gag at the feeling. Her heart raced so fast she couldn't breathe. She was suffocating. "But, that's not possible. Eliott.. I… Lilly why can't I remember anything!? Why the FUCK AM I IN JAPAN!?"

"Olive you need to calm down..."

Olive wanted Eliott, she wanted his stormy gray-blue eyes and calm voice to tell her to just breathe. 'If you're breathing you're alive, just keep breathing.' was what he would always say when she was working herself up over something that probably didn't matter. She missed him, she wanted him.

"No" Olive sobbed covering her mouth, "I..."

"Is Kasusuki there? Olive? Nate? call Kasushk she's freaking out.." Lilly's voice called off the phone to her fiance, well it would be husband at this point. Wait was that little voice?

The blonde from earlier came rushing in cutting off her millions of thoughts. He was holding his phone to his ear but quickly hung up as he saw her. Those red eyes wide as he walked up to her. "Olive…" he said softly as he approached. At the sound of her name, she shrunk back shaking her head slightly.

"Lilly, I honestly don't know what's going on."

"That's your husband Olive." Lilly's voice said back, "You moved to Japan with him two and a half years ago."

"I'm going to be sick." she choked out. "This is a dream, I can't…"

"Oh Olive" Lilly's voice sounded far away as Olive felt dizzy.

"No, no no." the blonde said -what did Lilly call him? Suki?- gently prying the phone out of her hand, "Calm down, focus. Don't pass out."

"I don't know what's going on," Olive told him, trying to make him understand. Trying to make herself understand.

"Yeah I can tell." he said, "They don't know why. They said you were fine."

"They?"

"The Doctors."

"Oh." her voice trailed off for a moment as he picked up her phone Lilly still on the other end.

"I have her. She will call you back," he said before hanging up. A flash of anger folded Olive. How dare he just hang up on her best friend.

"Uhhh excuse me! I was talking to her."

"You can call her back, I need you to talk to me," he said brushing away her comment. A flicker of a smile flashed over his face for a moment and Olive had no idea why. This wasn't funny. Why would he be laughing?

"Who are you?" Olive said studying him unsure about the man next to her. She trusted Lilly when she said she was married to him but also… she didn't trust him.

She didn't know him.

"I'm your husband," his voice softened as his gaze roamed over her as if looking for injuries. Probably not believing the doctors. "What is the last thing you remember?"

"I… Eliott." her voice was soft and she didn't miss the way he flinched at the name. "He… He's dead."

"Yeah," he said nodded gently brushing away a strand of her dark hair away from her face.

"And now I'm in Japan." She was in shock, trying to make sense of it all.

"Yeah," was his simple resonance.

"And I don't know how," she concluded unsure how to explain to this complete stranger that he was, in fact, a complete stranger to her.

He sighed looking down at her hands, his finger brushing over the large yellow diamond on her left hand. Olive looked down as well, it was much larger and impressive than her ring. But… it felt so wrong. Looking back up at him she felt like she was going to cry again.

"Are you going to cry?" he asked, it sounded like a statement. She shook her head already feeling hot tears welling up in her eyes.

"No"

He sighed, it sounded frustrated and made her heart pound with an anxiety she hadn't felt in years. But he still hugged her, pulling her close enveloping her in that sweet warm scent she had smelled at the mall. However, this time in the calm of the hospital room it was confronting. Or as comforting as a stranger hugging you could be.

She felt his arms tightened around her as she let out a shaky sob. His grip was so strong as if he was scared she would run away.

But where would she go if she tried?