Forget Them Not II
Summary: Alex does and doesn't remember. Something happened, something that left him without any memories. Was it a mission that left him like this? Or was it something else? Alex remembers. A collection of connected oneshots.
"I remember some," said the boy quietly.
"That's very good. Is there anything in particular you feel like you're missing?" Doctor Connors raised her hand to push curly brown hair away from blue eyes and, with her left hand, scribbled something in a notebook.
"I don't know. Most of it seems to be there, I think. I know who I am and all that, but... It just feels like there are some blank spots that shouldn't be there, like there is something I'm forgetting. Something is missing." The boy looked into his doctor's eyes. "It's what it feels like. I might be wrong but..."
"You're likely right. Trust your gut feeling, Alex." She smiled down at her patient. "You're doing very well, you know."
The boy gave a small nod.
"I guess that's it for now. You'll have weekly appointments with me for the next month. We'll decide if you need more later on. Your guardian has my contact information so you can call me if anything happens. Oh, and please remember to write down your memories when they show. Even your dreams might in reality be missing memories. Is that okay?"
"Yes," said the boy, more firmly this time. "Thank you for your help, Doctor."
"Just doing my job," said the doctor with a smile. "See you in a week then."
The boy nodded and smiled slightly.
It was summer, he was sweating and he was five.
He knew how to count that far at least.
Alex gazed at his uncle as Ian demonstrated how to ask for directions in Spanish. Alex thought he got some of it.
The woman Ian was talking to answered his question and the boy noticed she wasn't speaking as quickly as the Spaniards usually seemed to talk. Alex had wondered if that was what his uncle had started with saying; how his nephew was learning the language and 'could not the lady please talk a bit slower for the boy's benefit'? He'd heard her answer 'vale', so she must have agreed.
His uncle was rounding up the talking with some well-wishing and a cheery 'gracias'.
She walked off and his uncle turned to him and bent down.
"So where should we go, Alex?"
Alex was sure he'd caught an 'izquierda' in all that talk.
"Left."
"Good. Next time you can try asking. It'll be good practice for you."
"Ok," Alex agreed tiredly. "I'm tired and hot. Can we go home now?"
"Don't you want ice cream?"
"Yes, I do. Can I have a chocolate one with sprinkles?"
"May I, Alex, and you seem to be forgetting something in that request of yours."
"Fine," Alex answered shortly with a scowl. "May I have chocolate ice cream with sprinkles, please?"
"Certainly, Alex," his uncle smiled down at him and Alex smiled right back. "Come here."
Ian lifted him up and set him right down upon his broad shoulders.
Alex thought he could see the entire world from up here.
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