[Prompt]

I have amnesia and you say you're my best friend but I keep on forgetting and thinking we're lovers

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[Marthlington - Wag's PoV]

[1534 words]

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I sat down at Martha's kitchen table. The sun was just coming over the horizon as I set out two plates of eggs and toast. A few days after almost everyone had gone on a scouting mission to find Urulu there had been an accident. One of the taller trees in Martha's orchard had fallen onto her house, directly where her bed was.

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Unfortunately it had been the middle of the night. She had been asleep and there was no one around to find her until morning.

When I came over to her house to see why she hadn't met up with me that morning, I saw the gaping hole the tree had torn into the façade. Everything after that had felt like a blur. I remembered how numb my body felt as I ran up the creaky stairs. How my stomach dropped into my toes when I saw the blood.

Her once beautiful pink lace bedspread was soaked and dripping slightly at the corner.

After that I only remembered the slight glow of my phone as I called Declan. The snapping from the log as I somehow managed to slowly levitate the tree off of her chest. The wizards buzzing around to fix the hole while Declan wrapped her up.

People asked me questions, but I had been too dazed and scared to answer them.

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Since the accident she repeatedly forgot who people were. There had been numerous times so far where she had forgotten me and made assumptions based on the fact that she was currently living in my house.

"Good morning darling!" He sweet voice rang out from the elevator pad as she appeared on it.

"Morning Martha," I replied. I found it easier not to correct her every time. It was only a matter of time before she would forget me again.

She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me. Before I could stop her she grabbed my butt and lay her head on my shoulder. I leapt away from her; perhaps I had been wrong in not correcting her.

"Martha dear," I said to her softly as I pulled away. "Your confused again! You're engaged to Steve, not me." I held both of her hands to keep them away from my waist as I looked into her confused, child- like eyes. A piece of her soft lavender hair feel in front of her eye but I resisted moving it for her.

Such a gesture would be seen as romantic and could lead to nothing other than more confusion for her.

I released her hands and looked away in the hopes that she wouldn't see the longing in my eyes.

"But Waggles," she said. I risked a glance in her direction. She was looking at me, locking me into eye contact, fear in her eyes. "I haven't even met Steve. You keep saying we're just friends, but the way you look at me when you think I don't notice..." She trailed off and I was glad she hasn't finished the thought.

"Steve is your fiance," I told her softly but sternly. "He's on a trip. If he knew you were hurt he would be here, but he doesn't. You love each other." This was possibly the hardest conversation I had ever had. "Not me."

I hated saying it. I didn't know if it was true or not, but I knew she couldn't love me. Not in that way anyways. Even if she could love more than one person, I knew it would never fly with Steve. And Steve had been there first. They've been through so much together, I couldn't be the one to end that for them.

"Waggles," she said when I didn't say anything.

"Please," I turned away from her. "Please don't call me that. It makes it too hard," I said softly.

"Waglington," she said. "I may not remember everything about myself, or about Steve, but I do know that you love me."

I stared at her, mouth open slightly. She knew it was true and I couldn't deny it. Before I knew what was happening she was standing very close to me again.

"Then imagine you know as much about me as I do about you," she said softly. I could smell the sweet smell of her shampoo. I reached through her hair and tried not to think about it too much.

I did what I had always wanted to do and kissed her. It felt magical and I wanted the moment to last forever.

So naturally, it didn't.

"What the hell d'you think you're doing?" Steve yelled from the doorway. He was running towards us at an alarming rate. Apparently he had returned from the scoring msn st the worst possible time. I pulled away from Martha, terrified.

The last time I had seen that look in his eyes I ended up in a bloody pulp with no house. He had been forgiving enough to rebuild my tower for me, and what had I done? I kissed his fiance in it.

"I'll give you a right rumble mate!"

"Steve!" Martha shouted. "Stop it! Not again!" She jumped in between us prospectively.

"Martha,"I said, "don't get yourself hurt, just leave it alo- wait." I spun her around so that she was facing me. She looked guilty. "How do you remember him?"

"You were using her," Steve shouted accusingly. "The priest said Martha lost her memories, and you lied to her!" He tried pushing past her to get to me and this time he succeeded.

Martha stumbled away from us, trying to keep her balance. I backed away into the corner, surprised he had been so forceful with her. It didn't seem like him to do that.

"I wasn't using her," I said putting my hands up defensively. I hadn't wanted to fight him the first time and I didn't want to start now. This wasn't about his anger or my love, it was about Martha. She had her own decisions to make and we couldn't settle anything for her by fighting.

"Steve stop," she said again. Did she remember him? "I don't want you to fight him."

He didn't listen to her. He lunged towards me and punched my face, causing my nose to start dripping blood. I fell backwards against the wall and he pinned my shoulder against it.

"Steve," I tried again. "She remembers who you are."

Again he didn't listen and again he punched me. My ears were buzzing as I slouched down, unable to support myself. He continued holding me up against the wall by my shoulder.

After a final blow to the stomach I found myself slumping down to the ground. I heard Martha shout again but everything was getting fuzzy and I couldn't hear what she said. There was another thud and I saw Steve lying on the ground next to me. He looked more than a little shocked.

Martha started to say something else as he tried to sit up but I only caught a few pieces of it. "... how many times he's told me not to cheat on you in the past week? He thought we were still together and he ke..." "...convince me that you loved me. You're the only one who's trying to use my amnesia to get me to like you, not hi..."

I blinked my eyes heavily trying not to pass out. They broke up? When? How does she remember him now?Thoughts swam through my head, distracting me from what was going on.

"But Martha I-" Steve tried to say.

"No Steve," she said forcefully. "You don't deserve me, and although you'll likely get it, you don't deserve Waglington's forgiveness. Now get out."

"But Marth-"

"OUT." I heard a seam rip slightly as she pulled him up by his shirt collar. He stumbled to his feet and stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, before rushing out the door.

After he was gone Martha turned to me and wrapped her arm around my back and under my shoulder. She helped me up and together we walked over to the couch.

"Are you alright?" She asked me.

"You remember Steve," was all I could say. My thoughts were stuck on their argument.

"I'm so sorry Waggles," she said to me. "I remembered who Steve was after the first day or two." She looked into my eyes. "And I never forgot you." I didn't know how to respond, I just stared back at her until she leaned closer to me. "I'm sorry for deceiving you, I just wanted to find out how you really felt about me. I was tired of guessing with Steve."

This time I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer. This time there was nothing holding me back as I kissed her. I felt all of my pain and thoughts drain away.

Just as we pulled apart, smiling at each other, Jordan walked into the room. "The others are back from the scouting mission and we're ready to go to Urulu as soon as we can," he said. "Martha, are you feeling any better?"

"Yes dear," she blushed. "I'm feeling much better now."

[Author's Note]

I finally finished it! I had some time on an airplane today and I wasn't sure where to go with my main story, so I figured I'd go back and redo this story; the one I lost.

Hope you enjoyed!