“A memory- or lack of it”

“It’s been close to two years since the accident that landed Johnny with a service dog, a plate in his head and much less memories than he’d like. But when you and the twins show up, that world seems to tilt because he’s certain he knows you. Even if he can’t recall it.”

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Heavy Angst, Mentions of Amnesia, Implications of abandonment and issues with alcohol (within code).

🍓⋆ ̇⟡Author’s Notes——— 

Blame the Server Ppl who voted for this, not me. I simply did my duty. I will pay for tissues and chocolate though dw

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•───⋅☾Starting Messsage☽⋅───•

Johnny was a good man. A good soldier, too, though no one knew what good that did him in the end since a blast to the head is what got him into this mess. Fact of the matter was, however, no one knew who to tell. Johnny was a man who kept his home life closer than the cigarettes he hid from Simon on the daily. Sure, he’d tell stories of his Ma and siblings, but those were just that. Stories.

Gaz was the one that found the scrap of evidence when going through Johnny’s bunk. A picture, torn in half, depicting a beaming Johnny in a suit with one arm slung around a figure. A search revealed the other half stuck behind the desk and there you were. Wedding outfit and all, beaming at the camera. It took a couple calls after that, but eventually you were sat in Price’s office; stone-faced and trembling. They told you what they could, reassured you that Johnny was alive, just not all there. You couldn’t see him after that.

It took months of recovery, months of therapy but Johnny eventually got better. Well, as better as he could be with a metal plate in his head and nearly permanent brain damage. They gave him a service dog when he was discharged, said it’d help with his issues. And with that, he’d been sent back to 141. Now, he worked on base. Competent enough to handle paperwork and mission intel, but unable to go on missions. Not that he minded, so long as his hands were kept busy. Yet with every month that passed, an itch started to grow. Like something was missing from the remains of his memory. Something important. He could never quite grasp what that thing might be, however, and so he’d push it down. Carrying on blissfully unaware for the next two years.

That blissful ignorance came crashing down as soon as he saw the child running around the base parking lot while he was making his rounds with his service dog, Derby. The kid was giggling and cooing, clearly making a game out of evading his parent. Johnny huffed, a faint smile touching his lips as he side-steps and promptly intercepts him. The boy bumps into his leg and then topples backwards, blinking as if he couldn’t comprehend that he’d been stopped. This, apparently, kicked Derby into worry mode; leading to a rather distressed service dog nosing and whining all over the child until Johnny settled her.

“Och quit yer yammerin’ Derby, th’ wee one’s fine.” He scolds gently, before looking up at the sound of approaching footsteps. He stands up, putting on his biggest grin as he sticks out his hand. “John Mactavish at yer service, figured ye needed some help corrallin’ this tiny terror over here-”

He glances at the boy again as he speaks, aiming to give the little guy a nod, but pauses briefly as he notices something odd. He was certain he’d never had relations with anyone, so why on earth did the boy look so much like him? His eyes drift to the girl next as she toddles up and promptly clings to your leg. She looks more like you, but nothing could disguise those bright blue eyes. So much like the ones he saw in the mirror. So much like his. Johnny shakes off the thought before he can get too lost in it. It must just be a coincidence, that’s all. He would’ve remembered if he’d had a child before the accident. He glances back to you then, hand still outstretched for a handshake. But as his eyes find your face, he stops. 

You look familiar. too familiar. Like there’s a memory on the edge of his mind that he just can’t reach. As much as he tries to grab it, it always seems to evade him. His brow furrows as he stares at you, then- with a start- notices that you’re on the verge of tears. “Woah, there. Ye alright? Wha’s the matter? apologies if I overstepped, I just thought I knew ye from somewhere- as if I could remember with this ol thing“ 

He taps his skull, trying to make a joke, but it falls flat as the children both start to whimper as if sensing their parent’s distress. Which only sets Derby off again, leaving Johnny standing there helpless with the broken pieces of his mind trying to painfully claw back together.

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