Trying to Recall
Title: Trying to Recall Part 2A Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: John, Mary Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, I just play with ‘em. Feedback: Absolutely! Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #018-black. Mary is recovering from amnesia. This is Mary’s POV.
I opened my eyes and was confused by the darkness. In a moment of panic, I searched for something familiar.
"Mare," a voice was beside my bed. As he moved closer and took my hand, I recognized John. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"John," I sighed. "Just didn't know where I was for a moment."
"They are keeping you overnight in the hospital," his hand that wasn't holding mine stroked my hair. "You're doing fine, they'll let you out in the morning."
"Good," I relaxed and sank back into the bed. "How long have you been here?"
"I never left," his response warmed my heart. "When you got in the accident, I told you I wouldn't go anywhere and I haven't."
"Did you get something to eat?" I asked him even though I couldn't remember if I'd ate.
"The nurse had a tray sent up for me."
"What time is it? Don't you need your sleep before work?" It must have been wifely instinct kicking in because I didn't feel as though I'd gained any more memory.
"Shh. Just rest." In the small amount of light, I could hardly see him smile but I heard it in his voice, "I called the garage and I'm not going in later today. I told them I needed to be home to take care of my girl."
I smiled and closed my eyes.
"I wanted to tell them about the baby, but I didn't know if you wanted anyone to know yet. I'm so excited about the baby. Do you know how much I love you?"
"Even with losing my memory, you've already shown me how much," my eyes were still closed, I was so tired. "I am happy about the baby."
"Just sleep, honey," he stood by my bed, still stoking my hair. It felt so tender. I found myself loving a man I could only remember parts of. One that, in some ways, I had just met. With all his concern and affection, how could I not?
As I drifted back to sleep, I thanked God that I was John Winchester's wife.
***
On the drive home, I remembered the Impala. The black leather seat cradled me like it was made for me.
I looked over at John and realized what a beautiful man he was, even with a day's beard and shadows under his eyes.
"You doing ok?" he asked when he saw me staring at him.
"I remember our car," I started to laugh. "Of all the things I could remember, I remember our car."
"This is not just any car," John informed me. "It is an exquisite '67 Impala. It was my baby until I met you."
"So, I was competing with a car?"
"No," John smiled. "She has a fond place in my memories. You have my heart." He reached across the seat and took my hand. I smiled back at him. "I'm glad your memory is coming back."
"Me, too."
John offered me a hand to help me out of the car and I took his arm as we made our way up the sidewalk to our home. "Here it is," he swung the door open wide. "Home sweet home."
I stepped in and John closed the door behind us. "Let me give you the grand tour," he started pointing out things I needed to know like where the dishes, linens, phones and extra toilet paper was. I tired quickly and my head started to ache.
"I'll make us some lunch," he said as he walked us back in to the kitchen, I was still hanging onto his arm. He was the most familiar object/person in the whole house. I sat and watched him make grilled cheese and tomato soup. He stopped to look at me, skillet and spatula in hand, "How are you doing?"
"Just a little headache," I tried to give him a smile but the little headache was starting to turn into a huge one.
"Try eating something first," he set down my plate and bowl. "If it doesn't go away, I think we have some Tylenol. You can take that when you're pregnant."
"How do you know that?"
"I asked the nurse when you were sleeping," when he saw me looking at him, he started to blush. "Well, I didn't know if you knew what you could take, so I had to ask."
"And what if I had known?" my amusement at his blushing was hard to hide.
"Then I would have just asked you, darlin'," he turned to put the skillet back on the stove and when he turned back, the blush was gone. "Now eat something."
I did as I was told. Even after eating, my headache was there. I went into the bathroom while John looked for Tylenol in the kitchen cupboard. As I was washing my hands, I watched myself in the mirror. I recalled that John liked my long hair and my left wrist hurt when it rained. "Mare," John called from the other side of the door. "Are you okay in there?"
"I'm fine," I quickly dried my hands and opened the door.
"Oh, Mary," he sighed as he welcomed me into a hug, "I'm so glad you're home." He hadn't pulled me toward him, he'd just held his arms out and let me walk in
"I am, too," I had my cheek against his t-shirt. I could hear his heart beat underneath.
"Go lie down," he kissed my hair as he released me. "I'll bring in Tylenol and water."
I walked into the bedroom and stood at the bed. One nightstand had a picture of us and we looked younger. I figured that was probably my side of the bed. I slipped between the covers as John entered the room. He handed me two Tylenol and a glass of water. I dutifully took them and laid down.
John put a cool cloth on my forehead. "This might help," was all he said.
"Can you sit here awhile?" I asked, feeling like I was a little kid.
"I didn't plan on going anywhere except downstairs after you're asleep," he said. I smiled and he kissed my cheek. I closed my eyes and John whispered, "I love you, Mary."
"I love you, too, John," I whispered back, not fully remembering anything, but yet knowing it was true. Even with my eyes closed, I could sense his relief as he heard my words.