Trying to Recall
Title: Trying to Recall, Part one Author: myguys_sam_dean Ratings: PG, Characters: John and Mary Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural, I just borrow the characters. Pre-series Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #005-Outside. Mary hits her head and can’t remember John. .
I opened my eyes and could hear a deep voice saying,” Mary, it’s going to be okay. Help is on its way. Do you hurt anywhere besides your head?”
I started to shake my head ‘no’ and got a sharp pain. I put my hand up to touch my head and a gentle hand stopped me.
“Just leave it be. You cut your head and I have my shirt on it.” His voice sounded familiar. His eyes searched my face for something that he didn’t find. “Mary, do you know where you are?”
“No,” it was hard to find my voice.
“Do you know who I am?” His eyes pled for an answer.
I tried to remember but had to answer, “No.”
His face showed disappointment but he recovered quickly. “You will. I’m John, your husband.”
I was so tired. I had to go to sleep.
“No, Mary,” he put his hand on my chin. “You can’t go to sleep right now. You need to stay up.”
I opened my eyes a little.
“That’s it, honey. Just stay awake for me.”
“I - don’t - remember - “ my mind was groggy.
“That’s okay,” his eyes were warm and kind. “ I can tell you all you need to know. Do you want me to?”
“Yes.”
“Your name is Mary Winchester and I am your husband, John. We live here in Lawrence. I was at work when I got the call about the accident. But, I don’t work far from here.” He stopped for a moment. “Maybe you were on your way to see me when the other car hit you.”
Sirens howled in the distance. “They’re on their way. I won’t go anywhere, Mary. I’ll be right here.”
I was relieved to hear he’d stay with me even though I couldn’t remember him. His voice, his voice I remembered.
“I know your voice,” wanting to make sure he was aware that he had made some connection with me. “Keep talking to me.”
“I’m not much of a talker, Mary, but anything for you,” I could see his face relax a little. “You’ve been staying at home, getting the house exactly how you want it. You insisted on a garden, but that’s already planted. You’d started to do some home decoration, whatever that is. I’m just staying out of your way because I don’t know a thing about it. I just go along with that you want.”
I tried to smile because that sounded like true love to me.
“So you like ruling the house?” he gave me a smile that made me melt. “You are very independent and you love me in spite of my imperfections. I think you’re perfect. It was love at first sight on my part. I don’t’ know about you. It might have taken you longer to get around my rough exterior.”
“I know pieces of you,” I was confused but not scared.
“Which ones?”
“Your voice mostly. Your eyes make me feel safe.” I thought for a moment. “Your hand is a familiar feeling around mine. Please don’t let go.”
“They couldn’t drag me away,” there was that smile that warmed my heart.
“I need to close my eyes . . .”
“No, baby,” he squeezed my hand. “You need to stay here with me.”
The ambulance pulled up and the medics tried to push John aside. He wasn’t having any of it. The medics relented and treated me with John by my side.
Little things about John seemed to come from my memory. It was his hand movements he made while he talked, the callouses on his hands and his facial expressions.
The doctor came in and made me keep my eyes open while he looked in them with a penlight. It made my head throb worse. “Pupils are equal and reactive,” he said. “I still want to get some blood work and maybe a CT.” He scribbled down some orders and said he’d be back when the blood results came in and he would know more.
“Try to relax, honey,” John’s voice was comforting. “Do you need anything?”
“Just keep talking to me, “ I replied. “Your voice--it helps.”
John talked about his job at the garage. He told me about how upset I’d been when he joined the Marines and went to Vietnam. But, I had still waited for him. I was the only good thing he had to hold onto over there. As soon as he got home, we planned a wedding.
The doctor came back in. “I have good news,” he started and I felt relieved. “Blood work came back fine except for one thing.”
I wordlessly looked at John, wondering how something not coming back fine would be good. He had the same kind of look.
“Mrs. Winchester,” the doctor continued,” you’re pregnant.”
That’s when it clicked.
“Are you sure?” John’s eyes glistened, full of hope.
“We’re sure.”
“I remember now,” I told him. “I took a home test and it came back positive. I was going to the garage to tell you because I was so excited. That’s when I got into the accident.”
“Oh, baby,” John kissed me. “We’re having a baby. Do you have more of your memory back?”
“She’ll get it back piece by piece over time but she’s off to a good start. She has a concussion, so we’d like to keep her overnight.”
“Whatever she needs,” John kept his shining smile on me. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”