Note/s: I've had this story since...forever. And I've only recently finished it. I'll probably update AT LEAST once a week, depending on my schedule. But don't worry. This story is already complete. It's done. Fin. Owari. Wakas. But I thought it better to post in smaller increments rather than one giant wall of text. This story is obviously based on that two-parter episode in the classic series, where Jack loses his memory and becomes this entirely different person. I recommend watching it if you already haven't. Hope you get a kick out of it, and as always, any errors you find will be rectified at a later time.
Brent, Ashley, and the Scotsman
The first thing the Scotsman thought of when he saw his dear friend after Maker knows how long was to tackle him in a big bear hug, which unfortunately could not be done, him being, well, dead and all. But that did not matter. The Scotsman had finally found him!
"Laddie!" He cried out jovially. "It's great to see ye! How fortuitous!"
His dear friend eyed him with a mixture of horror and shock, understandable, considering the Scotsman was now a floating blue spirit and all.
"Ye still look as young as me!" The ghost laughed. "Ye of course have it much better. Ah, what I'd give to have me some scotch…"
The lad still did not say anything, not even responding to the playful barbs and insults. If the Scotsman were still physically alive, he would have slapped the bumbling fool's head clear off for the lackluster, or rather, lack of greeting.
Finally, his friend's eyes widened in recognition, a smile on his face.
"Oh riiiight. I remember you!"
…
…
"Err...could ye say that again, lad?" His eyes squinted, confirming that, yes, this was in fact his friend. He may have lost the grandma robe and updated his look but this was still indeed Samurai Jack. His ears must be deceiving him though. His friend definitely did not sound like that.
Though there was something oddly familiar about…
"You're the weird guy I met in my old job! On the boat…"
Oh no.