Amnesia

This one was left by a guest reviewer who didn't give a name, so I hope they read this! This week has been really shitty, so I'm hoping writing this will help.

Lost: Not…really? I don't write fuck buddies. I don't particularly agree with the idea of a fuck buddy, so I would never write it.

Imaginativegoody2shoes: Well I hope you're feeling better, and thank you!

Thanks to everyone for the feedback about changing majors. I'm still not certain, but your positive commentary made me a bit less stressed out.

I don't own Star vs the Forces of Evil.

GENERAL POV

Star spun around the corner into the emergency room, the Diaz's close on her heels. She nearly slammed into the receptionist desk before she managed to catch herself and, swiping a strand of hair out of her face, she looked down at the nurse desperately. "Where's Marco?"

The woman pursed her lips slightly. "Are you family?"

Star groaned. "I might as well be!" she answered.

Mrs. Diaz put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Star. She's with us," she informed the nurse. "We're Marco Diaz's parents. We got a call from his friend Alfonso that our son fell pretty hard from a tree, hit his head."

The nurse's eyes morphed from irritation to concern. "Oh yes, of course. May I see some identification?" she asked as she looked up Marco's name on the computer.

After providing the proper information, the receptionist sent the trio back to room 326. Alfonso and Ferguson were sitting outside the room, leaning against each other and holding hands tightly. "Is he okay?" Star asked her friends anxiously as she raced up.

Alfonso frowned. "The doctors won't tell us anything because we're not related to him. They just said that he might have a pretty bad concussion. He's in there now, but we aren't allowed to go see him without your permission," he informed them, looking towards Marco's parents.

"Where's the doctor?" Mr. Diaz asked the boys.

Ferguson jutted a thumb into the room. "In there, doing some tests or something. If it's not serious, I don't see why we aren't allowed in."

"Hospital policy, boys," said the doctor, stepping from the room and holding out her hand to the Diaz's. She had dark skin and darker hair, tinted a red color and pulled up into a tight ponytail. "Marco should be fine," she informed them gently. "I'm Dr. Carson. He has some head trauma, got a pretty good concussion, but he's been responding well to tests. He knew who his friends were, who his parents were, what the date and president are…things like that. You can see him, but keep quiet. He's very sensitive to light and noise right now."

The Diaz's nodded gravely. "Was he hurt anywhere else?" Mrs. Diaz asked nervously, gripping her husband's arm.

Dr. Carson smiled gently. "Not that we can find, no. He's covered in scratches and bruises, of course, but nothing very serious. He's lucky; he could have broken his neck if he had fallen any other way."

"Why was he in the tree in the first place?" Mr. Diaz asked, directing the question at Ferguson and Alfonso.

The two boys looked at one another and then back at the Diaz's. "He um…thought he saw a monster spying on him. He went to fight it."

Everyone's gaze flashed to Star, whose face had paled. So this was her fault. She should have known; when wasn't it?

"Can we see him now?" Star asked softly, ducking her head to hide the tears in her eyes.

Dr. Carson nodded. "Of course. Press the call button if something seems wrong. I'll be right down the hall, and if nothing else serious turns up in his bloodwork, he'll be free to go home this afternoon."

The Diaz's thanked her and waited for her to leave. "Boys, would you mind waiting here?" Mr. Diaz asked. "I don't think he should have too many visitors at once."

Alfonso and Ferguson shook their heads, though they looked disappointed. "Go ahead," they said in unison.

The Diaz's and Star stepped into the room quietly, Star behind them and looking curiously around the room. She had never been in a hospital before; when Marco had broken his arm, his mom had made Star stay home.

The room was small, filled with beeping machines and monitors that Star didn't understand.

"Mom, Dad, hey."

Marco's voice reached her ears and Star bit back a gasp, leaping around the adults and flinging her arms around Marco's shoulders. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry Marco! I'm so sorry you got hurt, and I'm so happy you're okay!"

"Uh, thanks," Marco fumbled, looking at his parents in bewilderment. "But…who are you, and why are you hugging me?"

Star froze, her heart thudding painfully in her ears as she pulled back, staring Marco in the eyes. "You….you're serious?"

Marco tilted his head slowly, squinting his eyes as he studied her. "Yeah. Mom, Dad, who is this? Some new foreign exchange student you didn't tell me about?"

Star looked back at the adults, who looked stricken. "Marco, honey," his mother said gently. "This is Star. She's been living with us for almost three months."

Marco frowned. "No way. I think I would have remembered that."

Star stepped back, her knees shaking. "You really don't remember me…or…or any of the things we've done?" she whispered, her voice cracking and the tears fighting their way down her cheeks.

"Sorry," Marco said apologetically. "I don't."

Star fled from the room, clutching her arms to her stomach and darting around corners until she was outside. The second the sun hit her face, she dropped to her knees, buried her face in her hands, and started sobbing.

After a moment, the doors behind her opened. "Star, honey?" Mrs. Diaz murmured, kneeling next to her and putting a gentle hand on her back. "It'll be okay."

"No it w-won't," Star stammered, swiping tears from her face. "He d-doesn't remember m-me. Anything about m-me. It's l-like I n-never existed."

Mrs. Diaz drew the girl closely to her and rubbed her back soothingly, making shushing noises. "Honey, you know that most people recover 100 percent from amnesia, right? He still has his memories of you, they've just been….knocked out of reach, for a lack of a better phrase."

Star swallowed hard, looking up at the woman with heartbreaking eyes. "R-really?"

When Mrs. Diaz nodded, Star took a deep breath and sat back, wiping the last of her tears away. "So…how does he get his memories back? And….why was it just memories of me that disappeared?"

Mrs. Diaz tucked a strand of Star's hair behind her ear. "I don't know, sweetheart. And as for getting his memories back, sometimes just being in a familiar environment helps. So we're going to tell Dr. Carson that he does have some amnesia, and see if we can take him home. Okay?"

Star nodded and allowed Mrs. Diaz to pull her to her feet and lead her back inside, where Alfonso and Ferguson were waiting. Mrs. Diaz left Star with them and went back to Marco's room to help her husband talk to the doctor.

"Sorry, Star," Ferguson said quietly, glancing down. "We should have told you he didn't remember you."

Star swallowed, looking at the boys. "How did you know?"

Alfonso winced. "On the way over here, in the ambulance, we asked if he wanted us to tell you what happened with the monster, and he asked who we were talking about."

Star took a shaky breath and wrung her hands together. "Right. Okay. It's….it's okay. I'll be fine. He'll be fine. Was…was there actually a monster?" she asked them.

Both boys shrugged. "We didn't see," Ferguson admitted. "Marco's foot slipped, and we were more worried about him than a monster. Sorry."

Star absentmindedly waved a hand at them. "It's okay."

"Could you use your wand to fix him?" Alfonso pondered.

The princess grimaced. "I…the last time I tried to heal him, his arm turned into a tentacle. I don't want to make things worse for him."

The boys agreed that that was probably a valid point, and all three fell silent as a nurse rolled Marco out in a wheelchair. The Latino was protesting that he was fine to walk when his eyes landed on Star and they all fell into an awkward silence.

"I'll go get the car," Mr. Diaz said quickly. "Alfonso, Ferguson, do you need a ride home?"

Ferguson waved his cellphone in the air. "I called my parents while Mrs. Diaz was talking to Star. My dad'll be here in a few minutes to get us. Thanks though."

Mr. Diaz vanished and Mrs. Diaz went to fill out the release forms at the receptionist's desk, leaving the kids in an uncomfortable circle, Star staring at the ground quietly.

Ferguson and Alfonso were admittedly very worried about Marco, but they were more worried about Star. They had never seen her like this, so Alfonso quickly took Marco aside while Ferguson persuaded Star to join him at the vending machine. "Dude, are you sure you don't remember Star?"

Marco looked back towards the girl, who was watching in mild amusement as Ferguson struggled to pick up the coins he had just spilled to the floor. "No. I'd remember meeting someone that pretty."

Alfonso froze, his mouth hanging open and his pointer finger in the air. "You…what?"

"Well yeah," Marco said, blushing slightly and glancing at his friend. "She's gorgeous. How could I forget someone like that? Don't say that to her, though."

Alfonso bit back a smile, his eyes sparkling. "Not a chance," he promised. He had known that Marco had a crush on Star; this just kind of proved it. If amnesiac Marco liked Star, then the real Marco who actually KNEW Star did too.

Alfonso glanced out the doors of the hospital and beckoned Ferguson and Star back over. "Ferguson! Our ride is here!"

Ferguson bid Star and Marco a goodbye and left munching on a candy bar, a wide grin splitting his face as Alfonso whispered something in his ear. Marco and Star were left alone again, each one hoping that one of the Diaz's would come back and save them from the awkwardness.

"So….you really live with us?" Marco asked finally, glancing up at the girl.

Star bit her lip and nodded, clasping her hands in front of her. "Yeah. I'm…"

She trailed off, not sure she should tell Marco the truth about who she was as she flashed back on the first time they had met, how freaked out he had been. "I'm a foreign exchange student," she finished after a second.

Marco nodded slowly. "Well…I'm really sorry that I don't remember you, Star. That must suck for you….not too great for me, either, if you actually have been living with us for as long as Mom says you have."

Star gave him a sad smile and glanced away, and Marco silently kicked himself for hurting the poor girl. He didn't remember a thing about her, but something about her expression made Marco think that they had been really close.

He froze as his mother started pushing his chair outside where his father was waiting with the car. What if he and Star had been dating? What if that was why she was so upset?

Marco glanced over at her from the corner of his eyes and decided that, no, they hadn't been dating. Not the way she had greeted him, with a relieved hug instead of a kiss….unless of course, they hadn't kissed yet, or…

Marco shook his head. He had to stop thinking those things. For all he knew, Star only tolerated him. He shifted into the backseat of his car and remained silent on the drive home, wondering just what their relationship had been.

Over the next few days, he struggled to remember. He had nearly screamed when he had walked in the front door and been jumped on by like five different puppies, but after learning that they had gotten them after Star moved in, he calmed down. Their eyes always seemed to be glowing though, which was kind of creepy.

Star had yet to let him in her room, he was forced to stay home from school for two weeks or until his concussion healed, and his parents wouldn't even let him go into the backyard. Why, he couldn't figure out; all that was there was a hammock and some cacti, not some remodeled portion of the house that he wouldn't remember.

He and Star tiptoed around each other for almost a week, and it started to really get to Marco. He was frustrated that he didn't remember her, and he knew that she was probably feeling worse, if only because she DID remember everything.

His schoolwork was brought home by the girl every day, and every now and then he would stand in front of her door for a solid five minutes, wanting to knock and ask her a question but never gaining the courage.

Nearly a week and a half after his release from the hospital, as Marco stood in front of her door once again hoping to get some guts and knock, he heard a crash from inside Star's room, and then a suspiciously feminine shriek.

"Star?" he called in confusion, thinking that maybe she had seen a mouse or something.

The sound of something blowing up really got his attention, and before Marco knew what he was doing, he had wrenched open her door and stepped inside to find a room that most definitely did NOT match the décor of the rest of the home.

The worst part was that it was filled with monsters, one of which was a massive lobster that held a struggling Star in his claw, clenching her to the point where she had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Star!" Marco yelped.

Without thinking, he dove at the monster holding her, tackling him head on and sending him to the ground, successfully knocking Star from his grasp. The next few minutes were a blur, Marco slamming his elbows and hands and knees and feet into every creature that attacked him. He felt their hits like they were nothing, attacking with some renewed energy, as if he were used to this.

Minutes later, Marco stood back, panting and trembling and surrounded by defeated monsters. Star stood in the center of the room, her hands limp at her sides as she stared at him in shock. "Marco?"

"Did Ludo get the wand?" Marco demanded, scanning the room for the tiny monster.

Star swallowed hard. "What did you just say?" she whispered, her eyes beginning to brim with tears again.

Marco furrowed his eyebrows and glanced back at her. "I said did Ludo…get the….wand…."

As he stared at the girl in front of him-no, the princess in front of him-Marco realized that he remembered everything that they had ever done together, that he had probably been hit hard enough to bring his memories back during the fight, and his eyes met Star's at the same time she realized it too.

"Marco," she murmured.

She flew at him, leaping into his arms and burying her head in his shoulder, her body shaking as they clung to each other.

"While this is sweet and all," Ludo interrupted with slight disgust, "I think we have some unfinished business."

Star pulled away from her friend only enough to pull her wand from her waistband and point it at them. "I don't think so," she growled. "HONEYBADGER SNAKE STRIKE!"

The monsters paled, if monsters could pale, and ran for the hills as honey badgers combined with snakes (or, snadgers) started hissing and snarling as they chased after them. When the room had been cleared out, Star turned back to Marco, dropping the wand to the floor.

"You remember me?" she choked out.

He smiled warmly, a real Marco Diaz smile, and drew her towards him. "Yeah," he said softly. "I do. And I never, ever want to forget you again, because that was awful."

"How do you think it was for me?" Star spluttered, her eyes tearing up again. "I knew what we had done together, knew like everything about you, and you had no idea who I was or what I was and-"

Marco pressed a firm kiss to her lips, yanking her against him as tightly as possible and tightening his grip on her waist. Star sighed against him and slid her arms around his neck, pulling him even more closely towards her.

He broke away breathless, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Star," he said quietly, his breath sweeping across her lips and making her shiver. "I'm not forgetting you again. Not ever again. I promise."

"That's a pretty big thing to promise, Diaz," she informed him, her heart hammering.

He grinned. "Not if we write it all down. Everything up until this moment, everything after this moment, so that we never forget. What do you say?"

Star stared at him for a moment, a smile on her lips. "I say yes," she declared, burying her head into his chest and focusing on the sound of his racing heart. "As soon as we clean up my room."

Marco groaned, glancing around at the debris covering the floor. "Man, I should have stayed outside."

Star pulled back and slapped at his shoulder. "Shut it, Diaz, and grab the broom. We got a story to write and a room to clean, and neither is going to do itself."

"Says the princess from another dimension with a magical wand."

"Shush."

Yeah I've been really into sappy Starco lately. Idk, this probably stinks. Y'all like my snadger reference?

Reviews are much appreciated.