#dc tss

Rick wakes with another headache. He doesn’t know why, but for the past several months, these headaches will randomly come and go. Shaking his head, he walks out of his hut and into the open forest, various soldiers running around, grabbing their weapons and loading them. “What’s going on?”

“We’re meeting up with some specialists. They’re going to help us defeat Toto,” the soldier scurries away as Rick nods his head, reaching into his hut and grabbing his rifle. When he woke up 5 months ago, he didn’t have any memories of who he was or where he was, so when the band of resistance fighters found him on the shore and took him in, he instantly joined, falling into eerily familiar patterns.

“Marsel.” Rick’s head snaps towards the familiar voice of the resistance leader. “We need you to come with us.”

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“What the fuck is taking them so long?” Peacemaker questions from beside you, foot tapping impatiently into the ground as you roll your eyes while Harley bounces around in a dress, twirling to an inaudible song as DuBois scopes out the land.

“I don’t know, maybe they got the wrong coordinates,” you reply before hearing a twig snap, gaining the attention of the task force as various people emerge, including none other than Rick Flag.

“No fucking way.” Harley comments as you freeze in your spot, thoughts running a thousand miles a minute with questions.

“Holy shit.”

“You must be Colonel (Y/L/N). Ms. Waller said we should be expecting you. I didn’t expect you to be a female though.”

“That’s misogynistic.” DuBois comments, walking over to you and placing a hand on your back, stirring you from your thoughts.

“Rick? Rick, is that you?” Before the 6’2 soldier can respond, you’re launching yourself into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as your legs wrap around his waist, squeezing the life out of him as he takes a step back in confusion.

“Who are you?”

“What? What do you mean who am I? It’s (Y/N).” You hop down from his frame, looking him over as the resistance soldiers look at you oddly while the Squad watches in shock, Harley’s normally pale face even paler.

“I don’t know you?” It comes out more as a question as his hazel eyes scan you over, confusion swimming behind his irises as your heart breaks. How could he not recognize you?

“I think you must have confused him for somebody else. This is one of our best soldiers, Marsel. He washed up on shore about 5 months ago and has been with us ever since,” the leader comments as you lick your lips before shoving your hand into your shirt and pulling out a photo of you and Rick at a bowling alley, him going in with a wide mouth to bite you from behind as you smile for the camera.

“That’s Rick Flag. Marsel is Rick Flag. He went missing for months on end, I tried to look… we tried to look for him but never found him. Here, look at some more photos.” You pull more photos out of your training bra and hand them over to the leader as Rick peers over his shoulder. Even though the guy in the photos looks like him, he doesn’t feel any sense of memory for them.

“You seem really close,” the leader comments as you nod your head, taking the photos back and placing them back in your bra near your heart.

“We are, bu-”

“Commander, we need to get going. Toto is on the move.” The commander nods as Rick takes a step back to look behind you, trying to figure out who the people are, but with no avail as you release a shaky sigh, trying to collect pieces of your heart.

“Ok, here’s the plan.”

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“Harley, get down!” You yell out, ducking underneath the cover of some debris and taking the time to reload your gun while the former psychiatrist giggles as she mows down assailant after assailant as DuBoi shoots from above and Peacemaker shoots from the side as a body comes crashing down next to you, arm raised above his head as he blocks the debris from buildings.

“Does she always do that?” Rick asks you, out of breath, reloading his gun as you gulp beside him, nodding your head.

“Yeah, you always yelled at her for it!” You shout over the gunfire as Rick’s eyes look down, picking up a piece of paper and examining it although ash and dirt cover the picture. Wiping away the grime, his eyes land on a picture of you in the arms of a man that looks exactly like him, your face wearing a bright smile as his face pressed against yours, kissing your cheek in a loving way. A flash of recognition crosses through Rick’s mind. Even though it seems familiar to him, he can’t help but to feel disassociated with whatever sentimental value the photograph holds.

“Can I have that back?” The question disrupts Rick’s thoughts as he looks over to you, holding your hand out for the photo with a somber expression. Ever since you found out he was still alive, the guilt has been eating at you. How could you give up on him? How could you accept his death? Rick hands the photograph over before you shove it back into your sports bra, not giving him another look before you’re hopping over the makeshift barricade with guns blazing while Rick stays behind, something tugging at the back of his head. Why does the picture seem so familiar?

“Marsel! We need you!” The voice of his commander snaps him out of his thoughts as he quickly leaves the barricade, only for something, or someone, to blind side him, knocking him unconscious.

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The bed is soft and warm when Rick wakes up, blankets resting just beneath his chin as his eyes flutter open, instantly finding your frame standing in the doorway, a brush combing through your freshly curled hair.

“Morning, sleepy head, I was worried that you’d never wake up,” you comment, setting the brush on the nightstand before taking a seat by his side. “We have that farmers market.”

Rick smiles, reaching up an arm as fingers thread through flawless curls, meeting no resistance as he looks up at your face with love.

“Yeah, yeah I’m getting up.” “Good, we leave in 20.”

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Children run between you and Rick as they chase each other in the crisp autumn morning air as a pleasant hum of conversations surround the two of you as you walk hand in hand, thankful for the day off. Because of the two of you working for the task force, days where the both of you have off is far and few, so it’s no surprise that you take advantage of every moment you have with your beloved.

Pulling you to the side, Rick grabs two steaming cups of hot cider before handing one to you with a smile. After June, he never thought he would find someone again. He thought work would consume him for the rest of his life, but when you showed up out of the blue, fresh in from Cali, his breath was taken away and it didn’t take long before the two of you started dating; and now, the thought of seeing you so domesticated outside of work has the ring burning holes in Rick’s pocket.

“Darlin’?”

“Hmm?” You look up through lashes, the cup of cider warming your hands as he sets his cup to the side before pulling out a box from his coat pocket, causing your heart to race. “Rick?”

“(Y/N), when you first stepped out of that carrier with Waller by your side, I felt threatened. I had only ever heard about you in passing and about how experienced you were and how you let nothing get in the way between you and your job, and well, I felt threatened by it, but I also respected it. As time moved on and the more we went on missions together, I started to see you not only as my partner on the field but also as a partner in real life and I could not have been more blindsided by the prospects. When I first asked you out, I thought you would say no, and I was terrified of putting myself on the line again and when you said yes, well, I was the happiest man on Earth. Now I’m asking you to make me the happiest man on the Earth again and marry me?” Wake up, Rick.

Your cheeks bloom with blush, feeling the anticipating stare of everyone around you as you look down at the love of your life, a ring shining in the morning light as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you mean it?”

Wake up! For a second, Rick whips his head around, trying to locate the faint voice tugging at the back of his head before paying attention back to you, a smile on his face.

“I mean every word, darlin’. Will you marry me?”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” You throw yourself into his arms and cry into his shoulder as the people around you clap and whistle while Rick presses kisses to your head, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as the voice grows louder before consuming him entirely.

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Rick wakes up with a gasp, sucking in as much air as possible as you help him sit up, rubbing his back as the squad and resistance members look on in curiosity. Catching his breath, Rick looks around in confusion. What the hell happened? Was that just a dream or a memory? If it was a dream, why did it feel so real? If it was a memory, why does he not recognize it? “Rick, are you okay?” Your voice is soft and concerned, eyes holding relief at seeing his conscious body as Rick nods his head, the commander taking his other side.

“You had a pretty nasty hit in the head, Marsel. We’re surprised you’re awake.”

“My name isn’t Marsel.” Rick’s voice is quiet, almost as if he isn’t sure, but then again, how could he ever really be sure.

“Sure it is, soldier. We found you. We made you.”

“Nobody made him except for himself” You counteract, hand still holding firm to his back. “He’s more experienced than all of you.” Rick watches as his commander waves off your statement and stands to his full height, extending his arm for Rick to take as a black carrier lands on the ground.

“Come Marsel, our job here is done. We must regroup with the others.” Rick thinks for a moment before looking over to where DuBois herds the squad members on the cargo plane, a strange sense of familiarity taking over before looking at you, various emotions flowing through his mind, but at the top of those emotions one shines through. Love. Standing up by himself, Rick extends his hand for you to take and pulls you up with ease before looking over to his commander.

“I think I’ll go back with them. I feel like I have a life with them.” The commander shakes his head in anger, causing you to stiffen your stance at Rick’s side, hand hovering over your gun.

“Fine then. When you find that they are imposters and aren’t really who they say they are, you will not be allowed back, ever.” Rick looks down at you with a smile before turning back to his commander.

“I don’t think that would be an issue.” Rick turns around on his heel, hand resting on your back as he guides you along. Despite not having complete recall with his memories, he knows he is exactly who he needs to be with and that’s the most important thing of all.

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