Brewett One-Shot for Erika (Amelia Bones/Fabian Prewett)
Warning: Tears.
He felt a hand in his and looked up to see Amelia sitting next to him. His eyes finally focused and allowed him to see. “My head hurts.”
Amelia gave a short laugh before standing up. “I bet it does, considering what you went through. I’m going to grab the healer.”
As Amelia walked away, Fabian took in his location. He knew he was in some kind of hospital, and assumed that it must be Mungoes. He couldn’t remember what he was doing that landed him here though. The last thing he remembered was being in the office at the Ministry, getting briefed on the fieldwork that he was being asked to do. It was a simple reconnaissance mission. Go stand outside a house in Liverpool checking for suspicious activity, nothing too difficult. Now he was in a hospital wing. What happened in between?
Fabian looked around the white clean room and then at his body. He was bruised on his abdomen and back, and his arm was in a sling. Fabian could see a mirror on the wall in front of him and sat up higher to look into it. His head was wrapped in gauze, a dark red stain coming from his forehead. Whatever happened to him it was bad. That was all he could figure out.
Amelia returned with a slightly annoyed Healer. Fabian had to crack a smile, he could tell that Amelia probably forced the healer to come and check on him. She was a demanding presence, not one to be messed with. Even at nineteen she was proving herself to be a force in the Ministry, working her way up the corporate ladder in the Magical Law Department. If she wanted something, she would get it, and today that meant this disgruntled healer.
The healer grabbed the chart that was on the end of Fabian’s bed and started paging through it. “Mr. Prewett, you came in with a broken collar bone, dislocated shoulder and a broken rib, along with some other abdominal bruising and a good gash on your forehead. We will be keeping you overnight to check for internal bleeding, but other than that you should be good to go,” he told Fabian lazily.
Fabian gave a small nod to show that he understood. A couple broken bones and a dislocated shoulder, that was nothing to write home about. It was just the nature of the job. That is, if he could remember the job.
“What about his memory, with his head cracked open like that you should have asked him about his memory!” Amelia said frantically.
Fabian just shook his head. He loved to see Amelia all worked up, but he knew that she wouldn’t like his response to the question. “Bonesy… I don’t remember anything.”
Amelia’s eyes went wide. “You what? What’s the last thing you remember?”
He gave her a shrug with his good shoulder. “Standing with Mad Eye in the office, with him briefing me on the job he needed me to do. It was standing outside of a flat in Liverpool. Was I attacked there?”
Now Amelia was furious. She pulled her wand out of her pocket and aimed it towards Fabian’s head. After saying a quick incantation she shook her head and turned to the Healer, who was just standing there bored. “He had a confudus charm cast on him, a powerful one at that. That mission was given to him over a week ago! Find someone to reverse it, now.”
The healer looked surprised but set down the chart and scurried out of the room. Fabian could see the pain in Amelia’s eyes, and the fact that they were starting to well up with tears. Even after everything they had been though she was still his best friend. There was no one in the world that he wanted to see cry less than Amelia. “Don’t you dare cry, Bones. I’m alive, and still damn good looking if I do say so myself. We got nothing to worry about.”
Amelia tried to give a laugh through the tears. She bit her lip as she thought about the events of the last week. Of all the weeks in their lives to forget, he had to forget this one. The week where she had come over in the pouring rain, begging him for a place to stay. Death eaters had found her home and ransacked it while she was at work, stealing all the notes she had on death eaters and where to find them. When she came home she gathered her things as quickly as possible and went to the one place she knew she could feel safe. Fabian’s apartment.
It was that night, while wrapped up in an old jumper of his, drinking warm butterbeer by the fire that he promised that he would never let anyone hurt her. It was there that he kissed her on the forehead and cupped her face and told her it would be okay. It was that night sitting on the couch that she leaned over and kissed him. When they realized that the reason they hadn’t found anyone else is because they needed each other. And now he didn’t remember.
“What’s wrong? You look like someone ran over that stupid cat of yours,” Fabian asked.
Amelia sat down next to him and looked into his blue eyes. She smiled, pushing back the thoughts and fears of his loss of memory. They would find a way back to each other, they always had before and they always would. “Just happy you’re okay, you prat,” she said as she squeezed his hand.
