Title: Forsaken (1/?)
Author: Solarbaby
Rating:T
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 703
Summary: There were those that were left behind.
Notes: Set after the finale. Ugh, the last thing I needed was to start a brand new fic. I finish one and start three.
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I will no longer turn my head
I will never forget you
You are the one we left behind
You are the forsaken
Forsaken- As I Lay Dying
The first thing Mega noticed as be began returning to consciousness was the heat. It seeped into his body, making him feel like he was burning from the inside out, but at the same time he could help but shivering. A groan echoed in his ears and it took a few moments for him to realize that he was the one who made the sound. He forced himself to blink blearily and was startled to see a bright blue sky above him. But that wasn’t right, was it? Pain flew through him as he shifted slightly, trying to pull himself up into a sitting position, and gave a hiss.
A hand shot out of nowhere, pushing him back against the grass. “Calm down. You shouldn’t be moving around just yet. I still don’t know how bad your injuries are.” The voice was consecutively female and annoyed.
Mega turned to find a dark haired woman kneeling beside him. “Who are you?” he managed to croak out. His throat was dry and it made his voice raspy. “Wh-,” Cough. “Where am I?” He tried to move again but the hand on his shoulder didn’t let that happen. “Let me up.”
She raised an eyebrow as she looked on at him, amused. “You’re awfully pushy for someone who almost died.”
The hand on his shoulder moved and he started to get up, only to be pushed back down again, a little more roughly this time. “…the city…”
“Pretty much evacuated. You’re very lucky, you know. If I hadn’t have found that bike I would have left you behind.” She looked thoughtful for a moment before shrugging whatever it was away.
Turning, Mega managed to make out a motorcycle half hidden behind a large tree. Familiarity tugged at his conscious but it took him a few moments to place it. “I know that bike…”
She eyed him speculatively, apparently finding his forehead of particular interest. “Really? I never would have taken something like that for a techno toy.”
A frown crossed his face as he glanced around. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a mess of blonde hair from the woman’s left. Mega blinked again and continued to stare. There was a poke to his side that made him jump.
“You feeling okay?” She looked down at him for a moment, concerned, then scooting back some. “I’m pretty sure we got out of the city before the virus could reach us but I don’t know what else you might have.” A look of distaste appeared on her face. When he didn’t even glance her way she followed his gaze to the girl beside her. Nothing seemed amiss though and the girl slept on.
Mega shook his head as he closed his eyes. “Where’s the child’s mother?”
The woman shrugged. “No clue. I just found her sitting outside one of the buildings. I guess she wondered away from her, or maybe they got separated in all the chaos. She might have even been left behind on purpose.” A dark expression crossed her face before disappearing as quickly as it came.
“No,” he muttered, frowning. “That’s not right. Trudy wouldn’t have left her child behind.”
The comment gained a startled look from the woman. “Trudy? I guess you and the kid know each other then?”
“Yes,” was all Mega said in reply.
“Hmm…” She was quiet as she motioned to the child. “She yours then?”
“What?” That startled him enough for him to open his eyes again. “No. I’ve never had much patience for children.”
This seemed to amuse the woman as she nodded. “The name’s Amara.”
“Me--,” he paused. Mega. He should just come out and say Mega. But all that would do was cause more trouble. “Josh,” he managed to mutter out. The name tasted strange on his tongue, sounded strange coming from his mouth. It made him feel like he was talking about someone else.
She sent him a questioning look. “What’s that?”
Mega took a deep breath and winced as he leaned up on his elbows. Pain shot through his body, protesting the movement but he didn’t stop. “Josh,” he repeated, a little louder this time. “Just call me Josh.”