(Y/N) looks around confused, not knowing what was happening as Marc lets her hand go and steps in front of her, looking down at two figures of adults that were seated on chairs.

The girls (E/C) eyes wander across the room, her heart leaping in her throat seeing a wet, scared and shaken up Steven. "Love.." She goes to take a step forward, for her to only stop when a voice in the memory starts talking.

"I want my RoRo back." The voice of Wendy, Marc's mother is heard. "I want him back." She repeats, voice low and dead.

Footsteps then approach the scene, making (Y/N) and Steven turn to it, seeing the younger version of Marc walking down the stairs.

Wendy's eyes drift to him, pure hatred expressed over her face as grief stole her emotions. "What are you doing here? Hmm?" She asked the child calmy, then her voice raised, "You were supposed to keep him safe!"

"Steven, let's go." Marc calls out urgently, gesturing with his hands as he walked up to where the quiet (Y/N) was.

"You let him drown." The mother cried, placing the blame on the poor child. "This is all your fault! This is all you fault!" She screamed as people around her tried calming her down.

(Y/N) felt her heart break hearing this. The little boy was getting blamed for something that wasn't his fault. She felt a small sob get caught in her throat seeing a tear run down Steven's face, the girl wanting nothing more to hold him and tell him everything was okay. She now understand that this was the boys memories, Marc's memories of his childhood - something she had no clue of.

Younger Marc run upstairs, away from his sobbing mother. Steven looked over to the Marc and (Y/N), his eyes watery and frightened.

"Hey, Steven. Come here." Marc exlamied as the said male moved away and ran upstairs, trying to follow the younger Marc. "Don't go up there! Stop!"

"Steven!" (Y/N) cried and hurriedly followed behind Marc, herself not wanting her beloved to see something that might crush his sweet self

Another memory placed through as Steven arrived upstairs seeing younger Marc and now a younger (Y/N), with their dads next to them as they got ready for Marc's birthday cake.

"Wendy? Wendy, come on, please?" Marc's father, Elias called out to his wife, more so a plea for the mother to join them. "We're just about to blow out the candles now." When he received no response, he sighed in defeat and turned back around to the people gathered, seeing (F/N) giving him a sad, knowing look as Wendy wasn't coming down.

"She's not coming." Marc's little voice says, himself knowing what his mother thought of him and how she didn't like him anymore.

Elias shakes his head sadly and (F/N) take over the conversation, seeing his best friends defeated face, "M'sorry bud, your mothers not feelin' well." He told the child gently, rubbing his shoulders.

Little (Y/N) frowned at her best friends teary eyes. She wanted to make him smile and be happy on his birthday, so she scooted closer to him and smiled brightly at him, dimples appearing. "That's okay! We'll just do it together this year!" She cheers happily, nodding her head dramatically.

Younger Marc's lips slowly lifted up into a small smile, a giggle escaping his mouth as he watched the birthday hat on her head fall. "Yeah, okay. Thanks, (Y/N/N)."

He then leans forward and blows out the candle on his cake, leaving one on fire for his best friend to blow out.

Little (Y/N) giggles seeing this and blows out the left over candle, turning to Marc and grinned at him, as he returned it halfly.

Their fathers in the background watching with soft smiles, knowing that these two would be each others rocks growing up.

As the memory played, Steven watched with glassy eyes and his heart pounded rapidly against his chest. The male's lips twitching a little into a soft smile seeing how younger (Y/N) acted. She surely hasn't change. She was still that sweet, carefree girl he grew up with.

"Steven!" Marc's loud yell knocked the male out of his thoughts and he didn't hesitate to continue his venture deeper into the memories, running up another set of stairs.

"Steven!" This time it was (Y/N) who yelled out, her growing feeling of nervousness for her best friend starting to rise again. She jogged to where Marc was standing at the bottom of the stairs, herself seeing the male beside her shaking also. She honestly didn't know who to worry about more right now.

She chewed her bottom lip, just seeing Steven's body disappear upstairs as he was most likely seeing another memory. Her eyes took in her surroundings, glancing back and forth around the area. Her breath hitched seeing something, something she thought she never would again.

"Is that-" She stuttered out, watching the scene play out in front. "Is that my father?" She turned to Marc, seeing him already staring at her with emotion-filled eyes. She could tell it looked like her father, even if she couldn't remember him, she saw a younger version of herself with the adult looking exactly like her.

Marc exhaled heavily and nodded solemnly, not trusting his own voice right now.

(Y/N) released a small whimper, her lips quivering seeing her father smile and laugh with her younger self. "I can't even remember him.." She whispered, voice cracking.

The male next to her bit back a cry, guilt eating away at his soul because he knew... He knew why she couldn't remember him, remember everything. But he couldn't tell her. "You'll find out why soon." He rasped out, his throat becoming tight as he lied through his teeth.

She saw right through his lie. However, she would push her issues away right now as her focus was on trying to get Steven back. Back to her.

The (H/C) haired girl blinked back her tears and sniffled, giving Marc a betrayed look. Her knuckles scrunching up at her sides and grunted out, "Yeah, alright."

Upstairs with Steven, a different memory was happening again, seeing a slightly older Marc there at the diner table, celebrating his birthday with no (Y/N) this time.

"You can't have a birthday without your favorite cake!" Elias came out of the hallway with a cake in hand, placing it in front of his son as they both chuckled. "Get started on these, okay, son?" He told him and went off in the other direction to get something.

Marc's mother Wendy came into view, with a glass and wine in her hand making Steven step in closer to watch the memory. "You were always jealous of him." She chuckles softly and it wasn't in a good way. "Ever since he was born." The mother took a seat at the table.

"I.. I should've known you would do something like this." She tells him with no care, shaking her head as Marc teared up and threw his napkin on the table, running away to his room.

Steven was in disbelief. "Mum, what are you doing?" He breathed out in question and went to follow the child upstairs, just seeing the bedroom door shut.

"Steven!" Marc's yell was heard again making the male stop in his tracks, thinking about (Y/N) as he left her behind with Marc.

Steven shaked his head and reaches out to open to bedroom door, however a pair of hands grab him and pull him back, making Steven gasp startled.

Marc was the one who pulled him back and in the process (Y/N) got pulled out of the memories as well, the trio now outside a street in memory lane. "What happened in that room, Marc?" Steven asked loudly, trying to break free from the other males rough hold.

"That's it, Steven. That's it." Marc grits out, pushing the other male further away as (Y/N) watched the interaction with hazy eyes.

"All right! All right." Steven stresses as he shoves off Marc's hands, the trio walking slowly up the pathways road. "Why are you remembering her like that?" He questioned, turning around to face him, eyes angry. "That's not what she was like."

The British male tries to make a run for it, making (Y/N) raise her hands up startled while Marc grabs Steven roughly again. "No. Let me go. Let me back in there." He fights against Marc, thrashing around, "What are you hiding?"

(Y/N)'s heart clenches seeing her boys like this. The last thing she wanted for them was to fight, to hide things from each other. And she knew it would take a lot because Marc was a very difficult person to crack, a person with many secrets.

"Marc, son. Please come inside." The voice of Elias rings through the trios ears, making (Y/N) and Steven look over to the memory. Seeing a teenage Marc with his bags walking away from his father.

"She will get help." He tries to reassure his son, walking after him.

"Dad?" Steven whispers while Marc continues to push him away.

"We will fix this." Elias says, his voice rising in plead.

"You're supposed to fix this." Teenage Marc snaps, "I mean.. why haven't you?" He turns to look at his dad who is chasing after him, the younger boy continuing to walk on.

Steven break out of Marc's strong hold with a grunt and runs over towards the conversation, while (Y/N) sighed sadly and watches with an uneasy feeling, glancing between her best friend and the memory.

"I cannot lose another soon." Elias tell him gently and pats his chest for emphasis as teenager Marc stares with tears in his eyes. "Please."

Younger Marc had a tear rolling down his cheek and pushes his father's hand off of him, shaking his head.

"That's enough, Steven." Marc grunts out angrily, having enough of reliving these sadden memories. He tackles the british male which made (Y/N) yell out in surprise and then they are all pushed into another memory. A memory that forever haunts Marc.

"Get off me!" Steven growls and pushes the male off, spitting out the sand that got into his mouth. He spots his best friend on the ground and runs over to help her up, keeping her steady by the arms as she smiled at him in thanks, squeezing his upper arms.

Marc slowly lifted his head up, taking in the surroundings of the new memory which consisted of a dark-starry night in the desert that had fires from some accident. He new this memory all to well and it made his knees tremble as he knelt, looking around at the mess.

"Where the hell are we now?" Steven asked breathless, keeping his arms around his (H/C) haired best friend who was looking around, feeling like she new what happened here, but couldn't remember it as it was foggy.

The british male continues to glance around, seeing the utter chaos that was brought here by Marc. "Harrow said you were a mercenary. That you killed hostages."

Marc nods tightly and stands up, "And you believe that?"

"Yeah. Wouldn't put it past you." Steven scoffs, glaring at the male in front of them.

Marc lips turn into a straight line, looking over his shoulder and ignored (Y/N)'s gaze. "Turns out going AWOL in a fugue state gets you discharged from the military. Didn't have a ton of options after that, so I went work-for-hire for my old CO Bushman. The job was to raid an Egyptian tomb. But Bushman changed the plan, called for no witness, and I couldn't live with that." He explains to the best friends while they walk around slowly, seeing the dead bodies.

However, one body that caught (Y/N)'s attention made her pause, her heart dropping into her stomach as her throat tightened at the sight.

There laid in their own blood was (F/N). Her father. With his normal curly hair all messed and tangled up full of scarlet red blood and dirt. Scratches and bruises scattered all over his face and body. His eyes were closed shut, away from the girl as she felt nauseous at the sight of her father like this.

"No.." She whispered, a small cry releasing out of her mouth and it caught the attention of both boys. "No.. that can't be-" She choked on her words and placed a hand over her mouth in disbelief.

With the hand slipping from her mouth, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks she met the broken, anguished eyes of Marc. "Is that my father?" (Y/N) wept out, her voice cracking badly. She asked the same question back in the other memory and this made the boys hearts crack inside their chests, destroying Marc's the worse as he felt guilt weighing down on his shoulders.

Her fiancée's vision also blurred with tears, scrunching his knuckles up by his side he nods grimly, "I tried to get him, them all away. But we didn't make it.." He answers in a low voice, trying to keep his emotions together when he saw the girls lost and sorrow face. 

She bites down on her quivering lip and looks down at her shoes. She didn't even remembering her father, she doesn't even having any memories to actually mourn him by. She shouldn't be crying for someone she can't even remember. There was nothing to cry about. But this didn't stop her heart from aching seeing her father like that, didn't stop the pain she felt right now.

"It's okay.." She heard the soft voice of her best friend right next to her, his finger gently lifting up her quivering chin. He wipes away her tears with his thumb and gives her an shaky, affectionate smile. "Your father loved you, (Y/N). And I know he would be proud of who you've grown up to be." He cooed as he cups her cheeks in both of his warm hands, bringing their foreheads together momentarily.

"Yeah, you're probably right." She agrees through a sob, her voice getting higher when they pulled back from the loving touch. (Y/N) looks up to Steven, the moonlight only lighting up a smidge of his gorgeous face. She presses a tremble of a kiss on Steven's palm that was still cupping her face, thanking him through physical contact. The male shivered at the kiss and she felt this by the hand quiver in her face. She grasped one of his hands from her face, takes it in her own and doesn't bother to wiper hear fresh tears away that were wetting her eyelashes.

Steven squeezes her hand that was intertwined with his, sending her a secret message saying he was here with her and that he wouldn't let go. "What happened to you?" He asked Marc who was walking towards another direction and wiping away his tears before his fiancé and Steven could see.

Marc pointed towards temple that sat in the middle of the nighttime desert, his heart pulse racing beating rapidly knowing what was inside.

(Y/N) and Steven share an uneasy look between each other and then turn to their heads to Marc, their fingers intertwined tightly and followed alongside the other male to the next mournful memory.