Forget-Me-Not-Blues
Title: Forget Me Not Blues
Author: Soph
Fandom: Simple Plan
Disclaimer: Nadda
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Summary: It's one thing to lose yourself, another to forget who you are completely.
CHAPTER 2
Blue eyes were opening, however heavily, and David couldn’t help but lean over the boy for the second time that morning.
“You alright?”
“I think so,” the boy answered softly. It was a lie though, he was quite aware of the dull pounding chipping away at the back of his head, and the sharp pains racing up and down his spine.
David sat back in his chair, eyeing the other boys shuddering frame. “You don’t look it.”
The blue-eyed boy shrugged a shoulder, watching the miserable weather with the most interest he’d shown since regaining consciousness.
“The sky is crying.” He said.
“It’s only rain.”
“Maybe.”
“You really can’t remember who you are?”
“Guess not.”
He wasn’t sure he fully respected the ocean boy’s indifference to the problem, he was sure he’d have been freaking out by now. But this boy, little more than a child really, was the epitome of calm. David rested his head against the back of the sofa in quiet speculation, something’s had to be done obviously, and he thought it would be best to start from the top.
“I found you in the ocean, y’know?”
The boy looked him in the eye for the first time since his second awakening, only mildly interested.
“So I think I’ll call you Sebastien.”
‘Sebastien’ cast him a quizzical glance, unsure of the connection.
“You ever seen ‘The Little Mermaid’?” David asked, before groaning at his stupidity, “Dumb question, sorry. I’ve got the movie here somewhere, but for the sake of my reputation we’ll say it’s my sisters, alright?”
He winked discreetly at Sebastien, before rummaging through one of the boxes that littered the back of the room.
It was only then that he noticed it was a different one from before. This one was clearly a bedroom - David’s from the look of it. The room was white, but the sheets and blankets on the bed were all black and a bright blue, the walls were trashed with brilliant graffiti, and rock band posters that Sebastien had never heard of - a fact that didn’t really surprise him given the circumstances.
“In ‘The Little Mermaid’, I think they spell it with an ‘a’, but, y’know, we’re in Montreal, we’re French! We’ll spell it with an ‘e’.”
Sebastien nodded, still not fully understanding the situation as David bounded around the room.
“Aha!”
He guessed that meant that the tape had been found.
“I’ve actually got school…you’re lucky my parents are total workaholics, so you should be safe here for the day. I’ll shove this in the player, and you can help yourself to food and shit, alright?”
Nodding, Sebastien turned his attention back to the stormy weather as David continued to prance around the room, this time after his school stuff.
It was only a matter of time before David bounded out the front door, locking it behind him, and Sebastien couldn’t help but feel like a prisoner.
He contemplated escape, it wouldn’t be too hard, but instead he sat down, and pressed ‘play’. Sebastien watched ‘The Little Mermaid’ and couldn’t decide whether or not to be offended by his namesakes.
*&*&*&*
“Yo, David! Over here.”
David turned swiftly in response, oddly pleased to see Pat approaching.
“Did you do it?” Pat asked.
“What?”
“Craig’s job.”
“Hm? Oh, yea.”
Pat rolled his eyes before giving David a slightly condescending look. “You’re a total dumbass, you know that? Craig is not the sort of person you wanna go screwing around with.”
“Just drop it, Pat. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Whatever, dude.”
As the pair continued into the school in silence, David gnawed on the inside of his cheek. Pat was trustworthy as a whole, but he often let instinct rule his judgment, and because of this it was hard for David to decide on whether or not to tell him about Sebastien.
It was lunchtime before David built up the courage to say anything.
“I was reading a book the other night…it was basically a whole heap of case studies about missing people…there was this one guy…I think he had amnesia, he was washed up on the beach.”
Pat looked over at him, eyebrows raised, “Since when do you read?”
The other boy sent a blatant look, “I read a lot, fucker. But what would you do if you found someone like that?”
“Depends how hot the person was.”
David rolled his eyes before settling them into an unpleasant glare. This would get him nowhere.
*&*&*&*
“Sebastien, I’m home!”
Fumbling with the keys, David unlocked the door, grateful that his parents and sister were still working.
Ambling into the living room, he couldn’t keep the grin off his face seeing Sebastien curled on the sofa.
“Hey there.”
“Hi.”
Tossing his satchel to the side David hurried into the kitchen, grabbing a jar of peanut butter before sitting on the floor opposite Sebastien. Removing the lid, and sticking his hand straight in the jar, he grinned up at the other boy, before dropping the mush into his mouth.
“How was your day?” He asked.
Sebastien shrugged in response, moving off the sofa and onto the floor, mirroring David’s position.
“I looked at the photos in the hall.” The blue-eyed boy replied.
“Yea?”
“Yes, who are the other people in the photos?”
“Most of them are of my parents, my sister too though.”
“They aren’t here?”
“Nah, they work a lot. All three of them work at the hospital, they’re always on call.”
Sebastien cocked his head, “You must be on your own a lot.”
“Guess so.” David said, shrugging.
“Easy to get into trouble.”
David paused, unsure of how to respond to that. He was being judged by the boy he’d rescued. “Guess so.”
“I think I was in trouble too.” Sebastien dropped his eyes to the floor then reached out for the jar of peanut butter.
“You were?”
“I dunno…I can’t remember.”
Leaning back, David openly eyed Sebastien’s timid pose. His knees pulled to his slim chest, and hands wringing the peanut butter jar in his hands. He would later guess that it was then that he realized that Sebastien’s amnesia, his body in the waves…it was no accident.
Author: Soph
Fandom: Simple Plan
Disclaimer: Nadda
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Summary: It's one thing to lose yourself, another to forget who you are completely.
CHAPTER 2
Blue eyes were opening, however heavily, and David couldn’t help but lean over the boy for the second time that morning.
“You alright?”
“I think so,” the boy answered softly. It was a lie though, he was quite aware of the dull pounding chipping away at the back of his head, and the sharp pains racing up and down his spine.
David sat back in his chair, eyeing the other boys shuddering frame. “You don’t look it.”
The blue-eyed boy shrugged a shoulder, watching the miserable weather with the most interest he’d shown since regaining consciousness.
“The sky is crying.” He said.
“It’s only rain.”
“Maybe.”
“You really can’t remember who you are?”
“Guess not.”
He wasn’t sure he fully respected the ocean boy’s indifference to the problem, he was sure he’d have been freaking out by now. But this boy, little more than a child really, was the epitome of calm. David rested his head against the back of the sofa in quiet speculation, something’s had to be done obviously, and he thought it would be best to start from the top.
“I found you in the ocean, y’know?”
The boy looked him in the eye for the first time since his second awakening, only mildly interested.
“So I think I’ll call you Sebastien.”
‘Sebastien’ cast him a quizzical glance, unsure of the connection.
“You ever seen ‘The Little Mermaid’?” David asked, before groaning at his stupidity, “Dumb question, sorry. I’ve got the movie here somewhere, but for the sake of my reputation we’ll say it’s my sisters, alright?”
He winked discreetly at Sebastien, before rummaging through one of the boxes that littered the back of the room.
It was only then that he noticed it was a different one from before. This one was clearly a bedroom - David’s from the look of it. The room was white, but the sheets and blankets on the bed were all black and a bright blue, the walls were trashed with brilliant graffiti, and rock band posters that Sebastien had never heard of - a fact that didn’t really surprise him given the circumstances.
“In ‘The Little Mermaid’, I think they spell it with an ‘a’, but, y’know, we’re in Montreal, we’re French! We’ll spell it with an ‘e’.”
Sebastien nodded, still not fully understanding the situation as David bounded around the room.
“Aha!”
He guessed that meant that the tape had been found.
“I’ve actually got school…you’re lucky my parents are total workaholics, so you should be safe here for the day. I’ll shove this in the player, and you can help yourself to food and shit, alright?”
Nodding, Sebastien turned his attention back to the stormy weather as David continued to prance around the room, this time after his school stuff.
It was only a matter of time before David bounded out the front door, locking it behind him, and Sebastien couldn’t help but feel like a prisoner.
He contemplated escape, it wouldn’t be too hard, but instead he sat down, and pressed ‘play’. Sebastien watched ‘The Little Mermaid’ and couldn’t decide whether or not to be offended by his namesakes.
*&*&*&*
“Yo, David! Over here.”
David turned swiftly in response, oddly pleased to see Pat approaching.
“Did you do it?” Pat asked.
“What?”
“Craig’s job.”
“Hm? Oh, yea.”
Pat rolled his eyes before giving David a slightly condescending look. “You’re a total dumbass, you know that? Craig is not the sort of person you wanna go screwing around with.”
“Just drop it, Pat. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Whatever, dude.”
As the pair continued into the school in silence, David gnawed on the inside of his cheek. Pat was trustworthy as a whole, but he often let instinct rule his judgment, and because of this it was hard for David to decide on whether or not to tell him about Sebastien.
It was lunchtime before David built up the courage to say anything.
“I was reading a book the other night…it was basically a whole heap of case studies about missing people…there was this one guy…I think he had amnesia, he was washed up on the beach.”
Pat looked over at him, eyebrows raised, “Since when do you read?”
The other boy sent a blatant look, “I read a lot, fucker. But what would you do if you found someone like that?”
“Depends how hot the person was.”
David rolled his eyes before settling them into an unpleasant glare. This would get him nowhere.
*&*&*&*
“Sebastien, I’m home!”
Fumbling with the keys, David unlocked the door, grateful that his parents and sister were still working.
Ambling into the living room, he couldn’t keep the grin off his face seeing Sebastien curled on the sofa.
“Hey there.”
“Hi.”
Tossing his satchel to the side David hurried into the kitchen, grabbing a jar of peanut butter before sitting on the floor opposite Sebastien. Removing the lid, and sticking his hand straight in the jar, he grinned up at the other boy, before dropping the mush into his mouth.
“How was your day?” He asked.
Sebastien shrugged in response, moving off the sofa and onto the floor, mirroring David’s position.
“I looked at the photos in the hall.” The blue-eyed boy replied.
“Yea?”
“Yes, who are the other people in the photos?”
“Most of them are of my parents, my sister too though.”
“They aren’t here?”
“Nah, they work a lot. All three of them work at the hospital, they’re always on call.”
Sebastien cocked his head, “You must be on your own a lot.”
“Guess so.” David said, shrugging.
“Easy to get into trouble.”
David paused, unsure of how to respond to that. He was being judged by the boy he’d rescued. “Guess so.”
“I think I was in trouble too.” Sebastien dropped his eyes to the floor then reached out for the jar of peanut butter.
“You were?”
“I dunno…I can’t remember.”
Leaning back, David openly eyed Sebastien’s timid pose. His knees pulled to his slim chest, and hands wringing the peanut butter jar in his hands. He would later guess that it was then that he realized that Sebastien’s amnesia, his body in the waves…it was no accident.