After about 3 years, I've written another Ninjago fanfiction! This fandom has taken over my life again, and I'm absolutely obsessed with Agent Walker and the spoiler/idea (I think it was a spoiler for Season 2 of Dragons Rising) of Jay being Agent Walker because he lost his memories. This story dives into that a bit. I hope that you enjoy it!

He had always been told that it was scary not knowing where you were when you woke up. People had always told him tales of citizens from other realms being returned to where they belonged, how the Administration had to monitor them as they awoke to make sure that they didn't go crazy with worry. No one liked when it happened, as it led to tons of paperwork, yet it was necessary. If someone couldn't recover from the fear of waking up where they didn't fall asleep, it could leave the rest of their life fractured.

He had never seen it happen, but he had experienced it himself. Even worse, he woke up in an unknown place without even knowing his own name. The hands that he held in front of his face didn't seem like they were his, the clothes on his body foreign, and he couldn't remember a thing about who he was. His eyes seemed unnatural to him. His hair, out of place. He didn't even know his voice for a while.

It was scary. He was thankful that the Administration was there to help him, to save him. Without them, he didn't know who he would be now, or where he would've been. Would he be a nobody, wandering the streets outside, lost, nameless? Or, would he have been stuck where he had been found for eternity? It seemed likely. He didn't really like thinking about it.

When he had woken up, two doctors had piled tons of paperwork at his feet and had told him to write down everything he knew. He couldn't write down a word, he didn't know anything about himself, after all, so they filled in the holes in his memory. "Holes" was a safe way to put it; he didn't have any memory at all.

He had been found in a gap between realms, space bubbles, as the Administration called it. After the Merge, many had been stuck there, and he had only been found with sheer luck. They managed to wake him up, did a deep search in their broad file system, and found that his name was Walker. Nothing more, nothing less. Just Walker. At least that's what they told him.

Truthfully, he believed that they knew more than they told him. Why else would he have not been sent back to his own realm? Why did they wake him up? Why did they want him? Yet, he couldn't voice his worries. He was told to just be thankful that he was wanted here, at the Administration. And he was thankful. Without them…he would be nothing.

They had also told him that the clothes they found him in were damaged beyond repair, and they didn't hint to anything about him, and no one had come looking for him. More lies? He didn't know. Yet, one thing was clear to him: he didn't have a family. If he did, they would have found him by now. He was alone. The thought broke his heart more than he let on.

The Administration offered him a place to stay, a job, a home, and he couldn't refuse. What else was he supposed to do? No one was waiting for him. No one was missing him.

So, he became Agent Walker.

Throughout the years, he had learned a few things about himself. Well, his past self. It was something the Administration didn't like, they had discouraged him many times, yet he pursued his memories in secret. Who was he? Why had he been left behind? What was his name? Surly it couldn't be just Walker, could it? Everyone here had two names, he knew that, so why did he just have one? And, why did the Administration want him? What were they keeping from him?

No. He couldn't question them. He was here now, and that was all that mattered. It wasn't like anyone was waiting for him to come back, anyways.

As he lived his life, he was quickly promoted from a security officer to the manager of the Department of Reassignment at his own request, because what better place to find out who you were? He always took note of some things that he had a strange reactions to while he worked, some things that felt important, some things that told him who he was, but couldn't put his finger on it.

His list was kept in a notebook, under his bunk in his dorm room, one he shared with three others. He kept it hidden. The last thing he wanted was more paperwork, explaining what it was and why he was doing it. He signed his name (name? Is it his name? He didn't know. He didn't know.) too many times in one day, thank you very much.

His arms shook as he closed the door of his dorm, sighing as he stretched them out. He was glad that the day was finally over, there wasn't much to do as the manager of such a simple department, yet his wrists were sore from the amount of times he had to stamp approval on paperwork. Yet, he had to check the notebook again. He had to be sure that he wasn't forgetting anything. The day he began forgetting again was the day he knew his old self would be lost forever.

Checking to make sure none of his roommates were back, which they thankfully weren't, he grabbed the notebook and sat on his bed, picking up one of the few pencils he had left, as dull as the day before. Someone really needed to sharpen these.

Flipping open to the middle of the book, where no one would suspect that he was writing, he read over what he had written so far, hoping, not for the first time, that he would remember something more. A word. A glimpse. A face. Anything.

Things I think mean something to me (better name to be decided…when I get time. Which will never happen. Probably. Okay, I'll stop rambling right now):

I like the color blue.

I don't like spiders.

I like when people smile. I like making people smile. I can't do it very often. I stopped trying a while ago.

I don't like it when people leave half-empty cups of water around. I know, it's a weird one.

I like the sky. Something about it calls to me, especially when I see photos of it, but I can never go outside and see it. I'm too busy for that.

I have a weird…something…with the game Prime Empire? I like it, but I hate it at the same time?

He paused at that, circling the final point hesitantly. Prime Empire was a game the Administration had been studying from the realm Ninjago, one that was…crazy, to be honest. It had a lot of bright colors, insane characters, and cool missions! What was there not to love about it? Yet, every time he looked at it, he got a sick feeling in his chest, one that felt too much like guilt and loss. He couldn't pinpoint why, he just…felt like that. He had had a feeling like that ever since he was introduced to the game.

He needed to figure out why he felt like this. Tomorrow, he decided, he would spend as much of his shift as possible playing the game. He had to. It may tell him more about who he is. Was.

So, after a short night's rest, it was back to work. He kept his eyes down as he passed the agents on duty, those he was in charge of already sending people back to their own realms. Shutting his office door, he flew through the pile of paperwork already waiting for him. He had always found that he was faster than many others, he didn't really know what to think of that, as well.

Losing all of his memories was the worst, he would never recommend it.

Millions of questions filled his mind as he finally plugged in Prime Empire, holding the controller firmly in his hands. Did he like video games before he lost who he was? Did he have friends? Did he love someone? Why didn't they come for him, if he did? What was his job before the Administration? Did he do as much paperwork there as he did here?

He shook the thoughts out of his head, his curls bouncing as he did so, and focused on the game, hoping that answers layed somewhere in the coding.

He didn't know how long he played for, yet he was interrupted by the loud voice of Sub-Agent Prentis.

"Manager! We've got a situation!"

Jay groaned. Pausing the game, he promised that he would get back to it as soon as he could. He would find out who he was, one day. He wouldn't give up. He would never quit.

Yet, right now, his job took priority. He was Agent Walker, and he had to act like it. He just hoped that whatever Sub-Agent Prentis needed him for wasn't a big deal. He had his game to get back to.

Thanks so much for reading, I hope that you enjoyed it!

#God'sNotDead