#christiandr

It was now close to midnight, and Aleksandr was going back through the flat to make sure it was properly locked and that the alarm was set. Since being back, he’s been a bit paranoid about the windows and doors. Even if he would see Christian lock the doors, shut the windows, and put on the alarm, he would have to go back over it to check it. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his fiancé, because he did, it was just something he needed to do. After he was sure everything was secure, he turned out the lights and hobbled his way to bed.

When he got to the bedroom, he couldn’t help the smile that came over him when he saw his fiancé’s sleeping form. He pulled off his jacket, tossing it towards the closet, and then crawled into bed, hissing a little when the movements put too much pressure on the hurt parts of his body. All Aleksandr had to do now was snuggled up against Christian, and the taller man would put his arms around him. It was a comforting routine, really. Despite all the fuss Aleksandr made about not wanting, or needing, to be protected, he really did love when Christian would hold him close. When he could feel the other’s heart beating, it brought hope and happiness alive in him.

It didn’t take him too long to drift off into sleep, the warmth of the bigger man surrounding him made it easy to forget the world. Unfortunately, it didn’t last.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but images started to flow in, fragments of things that make no sense at all. Shouting. Punching. Crying. Laughing. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Blood. Gun shots. Pain.

He awoke with a start, sitting up, breathing as if he had just run a marathon. There were hands on him, and he jumped, trying to move away, but the voice cut through. And god, what a lovely voice it was. Despite that, he was scared. Suddenly, there was so much in his head. Empty spaces were now filled. Fuzzy images were now clear. Muffled words were now loud and clear.

The past two years of his life hit him like a semi-truck.

“…Aleks! Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Christian sounded so worried, and fuck, he hated that. He hated how desperate he sounded, how helpless. “It was just a dream, alright? You’re safe.”

He turned to look at his lover, trying his best to give him a reassuring smile. “I know I am. I’m fine, Christian.” He said gently, his breathing starting to return to normal. “I just…I remember. I remember everything.”

Christian looked confused for a second. Aleksandr saw the wheels turning in his fiancé’s head and he saw the moment when it clicked. Christian’s eyes went wide. “You…everything?”

The Russian nodded. “Everything.”

“Are you okay?”

Aleksandr really didn’t have an answer for that one. He wasn’t okay before he lost his memory, and he remembers exactly how he was feeling before. He remembers being a down right dick to Evie, pushing everyone away, having conversations with Roman, he remembers the explosions; “I’ll let you know in the morning.”

Christian leaned over, giving Aleksandr a small kiss on the lips. “Okay. Okay, just…get some rest.” Christian laid back down, gently tugging Aleksandr with him, wrapping his arms back around him and holding him close. “Just get some sleep.”