Forget Them Not V
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.
"Oh, Alex!"
He had a lap full of Jack. He ignored the tell-tale sign of his stitches being pulled on too much. It didn't matter when it was compared to seeing Jack again. It felt like he'd been away for months. Had he been?
Alex groaned a bit as Jack leant back and she quickly sat back onto the bed, still holding onto his left hand.
"I'm sorry. I should have thought..."
"I'm fine, Jack."
She looked sceptically at him for moment before snorting.
"Fine? Fine?!" She looked him over quickly. "You're bandaged, there's this large bruise on your face that's turning purple, and what do you call those stitches? Decorations?"
"It comes with the job, I guess," replied Alex with a smile on his lips. "Proofs of doing my duty."
"Please don't joke about it, Alex. If they hadn't pulled you into this-"
"But they did, and I'm still here. I really just want to go home, Jack."
She considered him for a moment before letting go and rising from the bed. She nodded once before walking out of the door and down the hallway.
Alex watched her go curiously.
Ten minutes later his doctor was in his room giving him a last minute check-up.
He was nine and stoically pulling on his sweater, grimacing as his body protested the movement.
"Alex! What are you doing out of bed?"
"Dressing for breakfast?"
"Look, kiddo. You need to let your body rest. Didn't you listen to your uncle when he told you to stay in bed?"
"But, Jack, I've been resting for two days already. I want to do something. Something besides reading, that is."
Jack gave him a dubious look.
"Are you sure you should be up?"
"Yes!"
She gave him another look, this one a bit sterner.
"I know. Indoor voice, okay?"
She grinned and patted him on his head when he nodded silently.
"Good boy."
"I'm not a dog." Even so, he widened his eyes and pouted with his lips, doing exactly what Jack had said he should do to master the 'puppy look'. He thought he could pull it off decently now. "Please, Jack?"
"Oh, alright then," replied the housekeeper, watching her charge. "But you're staying on the couch. You're not ripping any of those stitches on my watch, young man."
Alex carefully saluted; "Ma'am, yes, ma'am!"
A bright smile lit up both of their faces.