A/N: Hey, everyone, not sure if this is going to be just a short little one shot or a multi-chapter fic. But here it is!
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Forget-Me-Not
Heat burned around her as the young woman stumbled to her feet; her vision was hazy, blurred. There was a part of her who wondered if the blurriness was from her pounding head or her missing glasses… glasses moments ago she hadn't even known she wore. Her feet kicked against debris small stones and smoldering pieces of wood; she could see an opening… a doorway red and blue lights flashed through it. She coughed as she moved, she needed to run, to get out faster… yet despite her desperate need to escape, a need she didn't understand she couldn't make her feet drag any quicker over the soot covered floor.
She stumbled through the doorway the red and orange haze of smoke quickly replaced by police lights that blinked fast enough she wasn't sure if everything was washed in blue and red or possibly purple as her vision began to blur more each time she coughed. A man… no two men raced towards her shouting words she couldn't make out past the ringing in her ears. Her knees gave out just as one of the men a handsome black man with kind eyes reached her. The other man was just as handsome though in another way… cute with curly brown hair and a singed sweater vest over a buttoned up shirt that she was sure had once been white.
She let the men drag her towards the ambulance slumping into their arms her boots dragging on the black cement. She was placed on a stretcher the second man, the nerdy one she dubbed him simply climbed in with her holding her hand tightly in his. She didn't know why he held onto her so tightly but she found she liked it; it was comforting for some unknown reason.
The drive to the hospital seemed to pass in a blink of an eye… or maybe she'd just passed out for a moment; that was more likely she mused as she was rolled through the ER doors. Nerdy man followed her inside but was quickly rushed away by a nurse. The nurses were speaking to her asking questions she still couldn't fully hear though she could now make out the low hum of their voices. They quickly stopped speaking to her just offering her comforting smiles as they worked. She knew she must have been loud with her hisses and yelps of pain as they began to remove blackened pieces of cloth from her legs and chest, and small pieces of metal from throughout her body.
Nerdy man was back as soon as the nurses let him past. Again her hand was in his as he talked to her and tried to smile at her. She blinked at him blankly, she couldn't hear him… the nurses must have said as much, a doctor had even looked in her ears. Why was he bothering? Who was he, why did he seem so upset by her blank stare? He lifted a hand from hers and brushed his fingers along her cheek, she jerked her head back at the motion. Holding her hand was one thing, to touch her face when she didn't even know him was another. The man quickly moved his hand back looking at her questioningly; hurt clear in his brown eyes.
A nurse quickly joined them injecting something into her IV, it wasn't until her eyes began to shut that she recognized the burn in her throat and realized she had been yelling. What she had yelled she had no idea, nor did she care as her eyes drifted closed.
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The next time the young woman awoke she was in a room. She scanned the room with squinted eyes, she couldn't see much of anything clearly, no she would need her glasses for that. Glasses she had left behind in the burning warehouse she had woken in originally. She cursed her stupidity her eyes landing on a man reading a book beside her, she could hear the turn of the page every few moments, far too quickly for anyone to actually read she suspected. Blinking back the haze of sleep… or drugs, yeah definitely drugs, she recognized the man.
Why was Nerdy man by her bedside again? She blinked at him staring silently until he glanced up as the beeping of her heart monitor sped up as she tried to figure out who he was. Those brown eyes that seemed so very precious to her though she knew not why locked with hers. A relieved smile split the man's face as she immediately set the book he'd been holding aside.
"Kat?" His voice fit him, his long lanky form straightening as he grasped her hand once again. Kat? Who was Kat? Was she Kat? The woman blinked fear flickering through her as she realized she didn't know… what was her name? How old was she? When was her birthday? Who was the man sitting next to her? "Whoa, hey it's okay, you're safe, we're safe." Nerdy man quickly reached out cupping her cheek in his large hand his long fingers gently caressing her skin as she began to hyperventilate.
"Who are you?" She managed to rasp out past her smoke damaged throat. Brown eyes widened at her question his hand quickly falling from her cheek as he gazed into her eyes worriedly.
"Kat? It's me, Spencer." Spencer… the name fit, recognition pinged in the back of her mind, though the sensation was short and fleeting gone before she could grasp it.
"I… am I Kat?" She swallowed thickly speaking her words slowly, she could hear the fear in her voice, it was almost solid it was so thick. Nerdy man… no, Spencer closed his eyes clearly blinking back panicked tears as he took a deep breath then nodded.
"Yes, you're Kat. I'll be right back." He quickly stood striding out of the room in long strides on long legs. Though blurred Kat couldn't help but note he had a very nice ass… shut up, Kat, this isn't the time. She chastised herself surprised how quickly she accepted her new… or old name. It felt like a long while before Spencer returned followed by two men, one clearly a doctor in a white coat the other a man in what was clearly a suit, though he had the tie and jacket draped over his arm.
"Hello, Agent Sparrow, my name is Doctor Lynn; Spencer here tells me you don't remember him?" The doctor asked slowly giving her a content smile. Kat shakes her head silently noting the deep frown on the suited older man's face and the pain that quickly covered Spencer's face. "Agent Sparrow do you know where you are?"
"A hospital… is Sparrow my last name?" Her eyes move to Spencer as she asks the question, he had stood by her through everything from the moment she'd stumbled out of the warehouse too lying in the bed she was now in. He was who she trusted to answer her honestly.
"Yes," Spencer said clearly though his voice rasped with unshed tears. Suit man placed a hand on his arm reassuringly.
"Agent Sparrow, can you tell me what you remember about yourself?"
"I… I have brown hair…" She responds after a moment of thought, small flashes of cutting off long brown locks in a bathroom, a school bathroom as a teenager flashing through her mind, "I wear glasses… I left them in the warehouse… I couldn't fully remember them so I didn't pick them up." She adds after a moment.
"Well you're correct on those counts. Agent Hotchner, Dr. Reid could you please wait in the waiting room?" Both men shared wary looks but nodded leaving the room. The suited man shooting her a caring smile on his way out. The next few hours… at least it felt like hours were spent being whisked through the hospital from one machine to another then back again. Nurses explained what they were doing every step of the way, every hour she was asked if the remembered the three words the doctor had told her before her bed had been rolled from her room. Spoon, House, Rock. She passed with flying colors or so her Nurse, Rebecca Jones informed after each memory check.
"It seems you have amnesia Agent Sparrow. We believe it was caused by the head injury you received in the blast along with brain damage caused by multiple seizures you experienced in the ambulance on the way to the hospital." Dr. Lynn explained slowly and simply making sure she nodded before continuing. "You seem to be forming new memories and retaining information perfectly well, which is a surprise considering your ADHD, making us believe your experiencing retrograde amnesia, your bouts of recognition also assure us your symptoms are temporary."
"So I'll get my memories back?"
"You should, I can't promise you'll get them all back, you'll likely never remember the moments before the blast, but overall we have high hopes for your prognosis, Agent Sparrow." They discussed more technical things such as bringing in a social worker and psychologist to determine if she is mentally sound enough to be in charge of herself or if her medical power of attorney would need to be brought in. It was quickly determined she would need to be placed under her medical power of attorney's power until she at least remembered more about herself and her life. From there though she was informed of everything being done and all conversations she was not a part of them.
Normally she'd have been furious about this she suspected but considering she couldn't even remembered her damn birthday let alone what medications she was one, where she worked, or any of her family she agreed this was probably for the best. She didn't see Spencer or suit man again until the next day; they came into the room cleaned up and in fresh clothes.
"Hey, Kat how you feeling?" Suit man asked smiling at her.
"Like I was blown up… which I was so that seems pretty apt." She shrugs in response. She had learned she had second degree burns covering both her legs and a good portion of her chest. She had also been riddled with shrapnel though all of it had been removed and the cut's either sewn or glued closed and covered. She was told she could be released in about forty eight hours when she'd been woken for the billionth time by her nurse that morning. All her wounds could be managed outside the hospital but they wanted to keep her a few days due to her concussion.
"Memories or not you're still you." Suit man snorts with a small grin.
"Good to know. So which of you is my medical power of attorney? They said you two were handling my affairs so I assume it's gotta be one of ya?"
"I am, I uh… we made each other our power of attorney's when we moved in together." Spencer spoke up nervously. Kat's eyebrow rose at his words… moved in together? Her mind flicked to the sense of comfort she got from him clutching her hand, the way her mind immediately jumped to… less than appropriate thoughts when looking at his very fine ass, and the way he hand caressed her cheek. Oh… oh, that made a lot more sense now.
"Dating, engaged, or married?" She asked calmly smiling as he immediately turned bright red and started stuttering over himself.
"You two are married." Suit man snorted. Kat nodded slowly, thinking hard she could remember a wedding dress, blue flowers… forget-me-nots… huh ironic she snorted at the memory before smiling. It may have only been flashes but the memories brought joy, so very much joy.
"What are you smiling about?" Spencer finally found his voice sitting beside her in the same chair he'd been sat in the night before.
"I was trying to remember, forget-me-nots… at our wedding? A bit ironic now wouldn't you say?" She asked with a small laugh. Spencer's face lit up at her words as he chuckled along with her.
"I've never known anything to fit the meaning of the word better."
"I mean, the odds, we tempted fate with that one didn't we?"
"Clearly..." He took her hand in his squeezing it. "Do you… remember anything else?"
"My dress, at least I'm assuming I was the one in the dress," She raises an eyebrow her eyes moving up and down his slim form. "Though I'm sure you'd look very beautiful in one." The laughter from her other side was sudden and quickly covered up with a cough as suit guy quickly left the room.
"Your dress… I don't wear dresses" Spencer quickly confirmed his own amused smile blindingly bright. Maybe, just maybe she could get through this after all?
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