Spark of Memory
Hello everyone. I don’t usually write in this fandom but last night the lure was too strong and it had to be done. In only a short time this will all become AU, but until season two we can all dream that the writers do the right thing.
Spark of Memory
By AshtakRa
Fandom: Skins
Pairing: Tony/Michelle, Tony/Maxxie
Setting: Post season 1
Warning: Bad language, Michelle bashing (but it will get better)
Rating: MA
Summary: You know the score, he’s been in a coma and has to recover. But just how much of the old Tony remains, and what pieces of his old life will help Tony move on to a new life?
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Link to other chapters: Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Part 1
Waking up from a coma decided Tony, was not like getting up in the morning. You did not slowly open your eyes, see light through the window and think oh its time to get up or fuck it I’ll sleep for another half hour or why does she have to snuggle in so tight? There was no idle thoughts of what he would be doing today or if he would bother with breakfast. Not even a morning hard-on to take care of.
No, waking from a coma was more like clawing your way to consciousness after an exceedingly long night of booze, drugs and, well anything else.
He was in the still paralyzed phase where he could hear and even smell but had not the strength to open his eyes, let alone move an arm or leg. His mouth was dry but his tongue unresponsive. It was hard to even decide whether he was awake or this was one of those dreams where you have to escape from something but cannot move or speak.
Tony had those types often enough. He would be running but suddenly his legs were lead weights, or even worse he would be within sight of help but his voice would clam up. Nothing ever happened to him in these dreams; it was just the dread of being defenseless that woke him up in a cold sweat.
Tony was well read, he knew what the dreams meant but that didn’t mean he had to deal with it.
This was no dream. That much he could work out by the myriad of voices surrounding his little twilight zone. He rarely dreamed about his parents, and never his uncle who he could hear speaking with someone in the background. A doctor probably, Uncle Harold was a vet and considered himself part of the medical profession, prat! But still, he was here and for some reason everyone liked Harry, even Tony.
Words filtered in, like brain damage, motor control and memory loss. Tony wanted to scream at them that his memory was fine. He knew his name, knew Uncle Harold and his parents…oh! What were their names again, okay last name first - his last name was…shit, fuck! This was not good.
What the hell was he doing here anyway? His brain struggled though flashes of memory and faces that he could not name, but in the end he had no idea. Curly dark hair seemed to feature prominently with the scent memory of cherry and apricot. Must be his girlfriend, because surely he has a girlfriend and she must be entirely hot.
Nope, still no morning glory, he must really be in bad shape.
Maybe if he tried to remember being with his girlfriend.
Since he could only visualize hair and smell Tony tried to just imagine kissing her. Lips would be soft, breath hot against his and her tongue would be hesitant yet insistent. In his mind the kiss was rushed and something was different, the forced imagination twisted into memory and he could now feel other things. The brush of skin against skin, cloth and ambient room temperature. In this memory though the smell had changed. Gone was cherry and apricots and instead it was musky sweat, citrus and vodka?
Was she drunk? Was he? He tried to pull back in the memory to see her face but instead caught only a glimpse of soft grey eyes and blonde hair. Maybe he had two girlfriends, he was cheating on her? This seemed to spark something painful and the next thing a huge looming bus wiped out all the other thoughts and he flinched.
Not just mentally but finally physically and as he did some feeling returned to his extremities and somebody squeezed his hand and there was suddenly a voice close by his ear. The voice was male and something about it instantly settled Tony, a familiarity of tone and timbre that resonated throughout his body and if he had been able to squeeze back he would have.
Other voices now intruded as the male voice responded to their questions
No he moved
I’m not makin’ it up
He could only hear the one closest to him, whoever it was holding his hand. The other voices suddenly raised; one female in particular and they all spoke too quickly and harshly for him to understand. Tony did however catch certain words and phrases
Jealous pansy
Lying slut
Fault
Get out!
Filthy trash
Just fuck off
The pressure on his hand suddenly increased then let go. A brush of warm air on his cheek as lips ghosted across his own and then the presence was gone. A new hand almost immediately filled the gap left by the last but this hand was too small and seemed cold and weak compared to the other. He wanted to say come back or don’t leave me but the muscles in his throat simply would not work and he noticed the room grow stiflingly quiet. Whatever was happening the other person must have still been in the room.
Lips again pressed against his own but this time it was forced and too wet and just… wrong. This was not the kiss of someone caring for him but thrusting it upon him. Tony didn’t know how but figured he probably deserved it.
The female voice, the one who kissed him spoke in a hiss but loud enough for the whole room to hear.
This is all he ever wanted, not you, not some pathetic fag desperately hanging on to something that was nothing more than a joke… you’re the joke, thinking that someone like him would have someone like you, why don’t you just go back to hiding in the shadows where you belong bottom boy and let the rest of us who Tony actually likes to be here, I bet he’ll probably want to wake up once you’re gone…
She laughed, not kind or humorous but scathing and cruel. Whatever she was doing she had scored points and there was nothing but silence from the other. Tony knew the moment the other person left the room; the tension visibly melted and the hand clutching his tore itself away. The world started fading, whatever hold he had on staying awake was slipping and Tony wanted to cry. He was alone, in a room full of people he felt left out and forgotten. Only the other, the kind male voice with the warm firm lips had said comforting words in his ear and made it feel like everything would be alright.
The last of his consciousness faded to the sound of the annoying sniffling of a girl with weak hands and cold lips.
tbc...