A/N: This is a super short snippet that I thought up last night. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.
An older woman, with long black hair, opened the door to her small apartment. Revealing a face she hadn't seen in a long time, he was agitated and glowing, heat coming off him in waves.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
She nodded, once he was inside, she tapped his shoulder.
"Calm down, before you burn my plants." She scolded gently.
Once he had stopped glowing as much and wasn't a threat to her ferns anymore, she spoke up, "Now. What's wrong?"
"I'm starting to forget." He muttered softly, this could mean many things, for anyone other than her.
She gave a soft noise of recognition.
"It's getting harder every day," He whispered.
She placed my hand on his shoulder, Electric blue eyes met hers.
"It's been twenty years. It's perfectly normal."
"But…" It was a point she had heard before. She placed her hands on her hips,
"Don't even finish that sentence." She scolded. "Now you go sit on the couch, I'll be right back."
She grabbed the plate of chocolate chip cookies off the counter and grabbed two glasses and the carton of milk.
Apollo was sitting on the couch, fingers drumming on his knees. She set the cups and milk down and then the plate on the coffee table.
"Now," She said as she sat, "What can't you remember?"
He picked at his jeans, "I can't remember the smaller details."
She nodded.
"Who ran the Waystation?"
"Jo, Emmy, and Georgina." She said grabbing a cookie and taking a bite. "Now, is there anything else?" She knew the answer before she asked, for her friend was still drumming his fingers on his knee.
"Yeah."
"What time?"
"California."
"Alright, ask away." She said.
Apollo would ask questions and Meg would answer them, sometimes she would ask one of her own and Apollo would answer hers. They stayed that way for a while reminiscing about their quest.
This is a one shot and there for complete. Reviews would be appreciated.