Who: James & Remus (knap) What: catching Remus up on what the hell is going on. When: Saturday after Remus's journal Where: outside the Lee house, at least for starters. Warnings: TBD
This world had started out exceptionally well. At the end of the countdown, James had found himself in a classroom, teaching English; then he'd gone home and cooked dinner for his 'family'. He had trouble taking the teaching part seriously (he'd looked once at his stack of papers to grade, given them all a B+, and decided he was done with it) but he really didn't mind that he was in a house, playing dad. Even if it wasn't strictly his family.
And then, as if on cue, his family had started to return. His youngest son was back, only eleven years old (but almost twelve), and he was part of James's fake 'family' here as well. James had shed a tear or two with sheer, overwhelming happiness at seeing his son again, and now--
Now Remus was back as well. James had had a moment of relief and happiness at seeing him, too, until he'd realized that Remus didn't remember anything. Didn't remember what they'd found out about Lily and Sirius, didn't remember what they'd learned about their future, didn't remember his time in the compound and the people he'd loved here that he didn't have back home. Which of those was worse, James honestly didn't know.
He was still relieved and happy to see him, of course, but blimey, the task of catching Remus up on everything that had happened was daunting. He ignored that for the moment, and dropped everything that he was doing to find Remus, heading for the Lee house. He was a little ways down the street when Remus came outside, and he took the rest of the way at a run, tackling his best friend in a big hug-- one that was quite reminiscent of the tackle-hug he'd gotten from Remus when he'd arrived.
"Don't you dare run off on me again," he said, holding his hubby tight and refusing to let go. There was a teasing note to his voice though; he knew it hadn't really been Remus's choice to leave, and wasn't going to hold it against him. "Golly, I have so much to tell you. I don't even know where to start."