A/N:
Gah, I'm terrible. I just... I have no excuse. None. I hope this can make up somewhat for my absence.
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He's my brother
He ain't heavy
He's my brother
He's my brother
He ain't heavy
He's my brother
NEIL DIAMOND - HE AIN'T HEAVY HE'S MY BROTHER
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We were driving down the highway. Windows rolled down, wind whipping through our hair. It was late afternoon, the sun slowly making its decent into the west. We'd been driving for what felt like days, but had actually only been a few hours, There wasn't much traffic on the roads, especially on this highway. Mason was asleep in the passenger seat. Our flight from New Mexico to Washington had been without delay and was rather smooth. Once we touched down and collected our luggage; we made our way to the rental service. Luckily there was a variety of model and makes to choose from. It seemed though, the second we hit the road, Mason became uneasy. I asked him repeatedly if he was alright, he'd assured me that everything was fine, just that he felt an odd sense of déjà vu. I became nervous and anxious from then on.
What if he remembers and has a girlfriend or wife? What if he's wanted for a horrible crime? What if he remembers and decides he no longer wants to be with me?
I spent the rest of the drive talking about everything and nothing. Anything was better than the silence. The silence left me to my thoughts and that was never a good thing. I was going on about the different types of fish my dad would catch everything weekend... well the weekends he was able to get away to go fishing, when I looked over and found Mason sound asleep.
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I hadn't been back to Washington since I was in high school. I moved in with my Dad after my Mum remarried to a complete jerk, who apparently didn't want kids. Not that I was really a kid anymore, at almost 18. Nonetheless I chose to be the bigger man and offered to move in with Dad. My Mum would never admit to it, but she was relieved beyond anything that I was flying the coop. She was never really maternal and treated me more as a BFF, someone to hang out with and have fun. I was actually quite relieved as well. I only got to see my Dad about twice a year, sometimes more (if I was lucky). I could tell that he was over the moon about me moving in as well. He missed me dearly and (according to everyone in town) bragged about me non-stop. I was only there for my last two years of High School, but they were some of the best years yet. Shortly after High school I moved to New Mexico, on a full-ride scholarship. Once I left my job, I decided that perhaps a fresh start would do us both good. Dad was thrilled when I told him I was coming home and a little apprehensive when I mentioned Mason. Dad was rarely home much, always busy with work, and his house was enormous. His basement suite remained empty ever since his last tenant moved out about two years ago. He finally came to terms with the fact that I was indeed actually an adult and suggested that we move into the suite till we figured out what our plans were.
"What time is it?" Mason yawned as he stretched in his seat.
"Just after 8pm… we're not far now. Probably about 20-25minutes"
Just then we passed a sign notifying us to take the next exit.
"Forks?"
"Yeah, I told you this…"
"Forks… we went pass Port Angeles?"
"Yep, I thought about stopping, but figured you could use the sle…"
Mason interrupts me. He repeats "Port Angeles" over and over again. He's visibly shaking and is becoming more and more upset.
"What's wrong? Mason, what's wrong?"
"I've been here… no, I'm not sure. I think I know this place."
Not many people… scratched that. No one I've ever met who wasn't from Washington State has heard of Forks. Mason…mysterious Mason from New Mexico has?
"Don't force it. If it's a memory. Relax and breathe. Remember what Dr. Fillmore said."
He sits back in his seat, His eyes are closed and his breathing is beginning to even out. He opens his eyes and looks at me. He doesn't smile and I know that he didn't remember anything, that we're nowhere closer to unlocking his identity. He's noticeably bummed out about this, hoping and wishing for any memory to resurface. It only makes me feel rather shitty since I'm somewhat relieved that he has yet to remember anything.