Katblue asks: Fake amnesia

Scott looked up at the whining, nasally calling of his name.

'Scoooooooooottttttttttyyyyyyyyy.'

He looked around for a quick exit. Scott might love his brothers – deeply love his brothers – but there were times when he just needed a little time to himself. He'd never push them away once they were there, but today he just needed a moment.

Just a moment.

Please.

Please.

Thump thump thump thump thump

'Scotty? Scotty! Scotty!'

Gordon was jumping up the stairs, one at a time as was the seven-year-old's want, and if he was to escape now was the only time he had to do it.

Scott wasn't quick enough.

He shot out of his chair and to the door, intent on disappearing into Virgil's room, but his foot got tangled in the chair's legs and in his efforts to *not* fall over he ended up falling backwards out of his room and hitting his head with a resounding *CRACK*!

Small hands patting his face brought Scott around, and he opened one eye to see all his brothers gathered around him and staring down at him, Gordon almost nose-to-nose with him.

'Scotty! Are you alright?'

Scott squinted at Gordon's nostrils. An impish thought occurred to him, something his Mom had once done to the oldest three on a similar occasion. A four-year-old Alan decided it was his turn to ask and climbed on him, sitting on Scott's chest and pushing Gordon aside so he could not-so-gently tap his oldest brother's cheek.

'Scotty?'

'Who's Scotty?'

'You are!'

'Me? That can't be my name. I think I would remember that.'

John and Virgil immediately cottoned on to what was happening, and Virgil gave the most over-dramatic gasp, hands flying to his own cheeks.

'Oh no! Scotty has amnesia!'

'Am-amdesa? What's that?'

'Amnesia is when a person loses their memories.'

Alan and Gordon frowned at each other before looking back down at Scott.

'You forgotteted me?'

'I don't know. I might have. Shall I guess your name?'

Before Alan could just say what his name is John plucked him off of Scott and sat him in his lap. Neither younger brother could see John wink at him.

'I think that's a good idea.'

'Is your name…Walter?'

'No!'

'Is your name William?

'NO!'

'Is your name…Bartlett?'

'No, no, NO!'

'But you look like a Bartlett! Are you sure?'

'I'm Alan, silly!'

'Ohhh, Alan.'

'Me next! Do me next!'

Gordon was grinning from ear to ear. He may not quite understand what Scott was doing, but it was funny!'

'Let's see…if I am Scott and this is Alan…you must be…John!'

'NO!

'Are you called…Donald?'

'NO!'

'Wait – you must be Virgil!'

'NOOOOO! I'm Gordon!'

Scott lunged forward to grab Gordon, holding him tightly to his chest and tickling him with his free hand.

'I could never forget you, Gordon! Or you, Alan.'

John, with another wink, this time to Virgil, set Alan on the ground. As expected the youngest brother wasted no time at all in jumping on Scott, and Virgil wasn't too far behind. What had started out as a tickling attack on Gordon soon morphed to an all-out attack on Scott, and pretty soon they were all laughing until they collapsed in a heap.

Scott sighed happily.

No – he really didn't need a moment on his own.

Why would he, with brothers like these?