Forget Them Not IV
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.
Alex peered out of his window and down at the street. It wasn't all that busy, only a few cars and a few people were up and about, but then again, St. Dominic's Hospital didn't exactly lay in one the busiest parts of London.
And it wasn't early in the evening either.
The nurses probably thought he was sleeping. They would check up on him every other hour or so just to be sure he was there. Alex got the feeling that the guards made them do it.
He couldn't remember there being guards in the hallways on his last visit. The hospital was supposed to be safe and secure, the doctors and nurses boasted that it was, but he thought they were overdoing it just a bit. There must have been about a twenty guards lingering about in the hallways.
He thought for a moment, still gazing out at the street.
However, he could sort of understand. He could remember something about being kidnapped from the hospital the last time he 'visited'. Of course, he kind of made himself become kidnapped, but the kidnappers still got into the supposedly secure hospital somehow.
The new guards would definitely prevent that from happening again unless an army attacked.
Alex didn't really like hospitals or being hurt all that much. It usually meant that he was restricted to one room during the time spent healing. He wanted to be allowed to do as he wished. But with his wounds this time it would be a couple weeks before he could even start training football again safely, according to his doctors.
He'd have to bear with it at least until he got home to his own room and then he had to wait until Jack got over being overprotective.
He'd endure it and work on Jack, as usual. It's not like this was the first time, or even the second time, he'd had to do this.
Alex went back to bed and lay down, gazing up at the white ceiling.
If only he could fall asleep.
Alex was seven and looking down at the living room from the top of the stairs while he practiced his listening skills. Ian would call it eavesdropping.
"So I can have it?" someone unfamiliar said.
"As long as you don't mind watching Alex some of the time and doing some of the chores; yes, it's yours."
"Superb." Alex leaned forward a bit and saw that a redhead was nodding with a grin on her face. Alex thought she looked pretty. "When can I move in? I start law school in two weeks so it would be good if it could be before that."
"As soon as you wish. The room is empty and we'll be staying at home for the next week at the very least."
"Great."
Ian seemed to look down at some papers.
"Ah, I see you speak French."
"Yes, sir. I had originally planned to go to France but I had to give up on that."
"Perhaps you could help Alex practice his French then, if you have the time. He's still a beginner so it would be beneficial for him to speak with someone to improve."
"Of course. No problem. It'll be good for my French as well."
"Then we have a deal, Miss Starbright."
Alex could hear the smile in his uncle's voice. Whoever this was, his uncle liked her. And she was moving in. He moved a bit closer to the railing to get a better look.
"Alex!"
He must have moved too far. Alex hated getting caught.
"What have I said about eavesdropping?"
Alex quickly but silently walked down the stairs.
"Not to."
"A full sentence, please."
Alex placed himself a bit behind Ian, curiously looking at the young woman.
"You said that I was not to eavesdrop on you, and if I did I was not be caught, Ian," Alex dutifully recited from memory with a sombre expression.
The woman looked a bit surprised.
"Sorry," Alex added belatedly.
"That's fine, Alex." His uncle ruffled his hair. "I was just-"
A phone started ringing somewhere in the house.
Alex sighed knowing what came next.
"I'm sorry. I have to take this call," Ian said as he walked towards the stairs to get to his study. "You might as well get acquainted."
Ian disappeared up the stairs and into his study, locking his soundproofed -Alex had checked once with some yelling- door behind him.
Alex took a step forward to greet the young redheaded woman that apparently was coming to stay with them. He hoped she would be one of the better sitters. That or maybe Ian would realize that he didn't need one, though he knew that would never happen.
"So, Alex..." She looked a bit nervous, before she bent down and smiled at him. "I'm Jack. How do you do?"
Perhaps she wasn't so bad. She looked nice with that wild red hair.
And he thought her smile was the greatest smile he'd ever seen.