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dominimoonbeam · 1 year ago

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I Don't Know You - 3

the david/huxley amnesia au!!!

tags: amnesia, angst, hurt/comfort, confusion, married characters

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I Don't Know You - 3

Gavin and Huxley settled in the big bed, forehead almost touching and arms around each other. It was not the first time Gavin had snuggled Hux, but it was the first time he had seemed so… fragile. It was like he was barely holding himself together and hanging onto Gavin like he’d disappear if he let go.

Gavin delicately stroked Huxley’s hair back from his temple, scratching at his scalp and trying to ease the obvious pain in the other man’s head. Huxley’s breathing finally evened out.

“You know, I’ve never gotten to lay in this bed before,” Gavin said quietly, trying to ease into conversation or maybe just lighten the mood. Really, he probably wasn’t the best person for this job—he was just the fastest to get there. He should probably call Damian or Lasko…

“Why not?”

“Hm?” Gavin smirked. “Wolves are territorial,” he joked. But the joke didn’t land.

Huxley’s brow creased with concern. “Like… Like he wouldn’t let you in here?” he asked, worry twisting in his aura.

Gavin shook his head, cupping Huxley’s cheek. This was no time for jokes. Huxley didn’t know David right now. “No. But he would have frowned cutely if I had flopped down in your bed under other circumstances. David would never tell me or anyone else you love to get out of your space. But it’s also his bed and I respect that. Usually…” He smiled.

Huxley nodded slowly. “So… He and I really are…”

Gavin’s heart ached for him. “Wild about each other? Living together? Married? Yeah.”

Huxley looked at him with a flicker of hope so fragile that Gavin held his breath. “So, I’m happy?”

The question was so fragile and so layered. “Oh, big guy… Yes. We used to come over for dinner and barbeques all the time when we lived here. Damien and Lasko still do. And you love this pack, and they love you. They practically fill the stands at your games.”

Huxley’s eyes misted over and he looked away. “I don’t remember any of them…” he whispered, the words full of guilt.

Gavin wished he could fix this—heal it. “Did they say… The empowered healers… Will it come back?” he asked gently.

Huxley closed his eyes and shrugged. “They said it should but like, you know, like they can’t promise anything but it should?”

Gavin nodded, hanging onto him. “Okay. That’s okay. Should is good. So, right now, you just need to know that the hot guy in your house is, in fact, your partner and not some crazy person trying to kidnap you.”

Hux huffed a laugh, wincing at the pain in his head but smiling. “I wouldn’t have said it like that but yeah… I guess…”

Gavin smiled, shifting on the bed to snuggle closer, settling in for what he expected would be a nap once Huxley finally let sleep take him again. “David is good, and he’s head over heels for you. He’d rather die than let anything bad happen to you.” Honestly, Gavin wasn’t surprised that David’s aura had been so distressed. Of course, it was. He couldn’t begin to imagine how he’d feel if his freelancer forgot him… He hugged Huxley tighter, feeling him relax against him. “You guys go hiking all the time. You got us to go camping with some other couples last year. It was fun. And you two have a ridiculous garden in the backyard that you’re so proud of…” He rambled until he felt Hux fall asleep, and then he stayed like that, snuggling him while sending off a text to his deviant to let them know what was going on.

David wasn’t exactly surprised to start getting texts from Damien about twenty minutes after Gavin showed up.

He sat on the couch in the living room lit only by daylight sneaking in through the blinds.

Damien wanted to know exactly what the healers had said.

David texted him back. Damien was a doer and David understood that and what he was after. He wanted facts. He needed them the same way that David had needed them last night. He huffed a thin, tired laugh when Damien started replying with lists of instructions for concussions.

-When can we visit? Do you need us to bring anything?

David stared at his phone. He had about a dozen texts just like that one.

Damien called.

David flicked the screen and answered.

“Was your phone on silent?” Damien whispered. “I shouldn’t have called without asking first…”

“It was. It’s fine.”

“Is Gav still there?”

David looked toward the dark hallway and their bedroom door down there. “Yeah.”

“I know Hux needs to rest and a bunch of us over at the same time could be overwhelming,” Damien said. “I…I didn’t want to text it and for it to come off…cold or… whatever. But we’re here whenever you need us or whenever he wants us over. We can come over one at a time or just drop stuff off, whatever you need.”

David nodded, even though Damien wouldn’t see it. “Thank you. It’ll probably be good for him to see you guys. He…doesn’t recognize the house.” Or me. He doesn’t recognize me, David thought but couldn’t say.

“It’ll come back,” Damien said, sounding almost certain.

David pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah. I’ll let you know when he’s up for company, okay?”

“Okay. And seriously, David, if there’s anything you guys need, call us.”

“Thanks.”

They hung up.

David closed his eyes.

He fell asleep for a while because when he woke, it was to the sense that Milo was close by. Outside. He got up, stretching and looking around the living room. He had been out for a few hours, the sun high outside. It wasn’t hard for David to sense that his mate was still asleep in the other room.

He looked at his phone on his way to the front door. He had a lot of messages. Milo had texted to tell him he was coming over with food and asked if he had any particular requests.

David opened the door and stepped out onto the porch.

Milo’s truck was there and he was leaning against it, waiting. He hadn’t tried to come inside or knocked on the door. He’d just waited.

“Sorry,” David rasped. “I fell asleep.”

Milo nodded, looking him over. “That’s fine. No change?”

David shook his head.

Milo’s shoulders dropped. “I guess it’s only been half a day. Healer said it could take a couple weeks, right?” He went around to the back door of his car. “Asher’s been fielding most of the pack questions and keeping them from descending on the house. But we couldn’t exactly stop them from bringing food…” He pulled out a box of foil wrapped dishes.

David took it from him and he pulled a second out. “Jesus… They do know I can make food for myself right?” he grumped.

Milo smiled. “Yeah, but since you usually bring them food when they’re sick or having a hard time, they probably thought this was a good chance to return the favor?”

David led the way back to the house, crossing the threshold and realizing that Milo had stopped just outside, glancing down the hallway and then back to David, waiting. He would stay outside if David told him to. Fuck, Milo wouldn’t even be offended. Huxley was hurt and he didn’t remember any of them. Milo would do anything to help or to just not make this worse.

David nudged his head toward the kitchen, silently inviting Milo in, grateful beyond belief to have him. He paused, about to remind him to be quiet when he closed the door, but Milo was already gently shutting it.

David put the box on the kitchen counter and started pulling dishes out. He was a tray of enchiladas and a casserole in before suddenly getting hit by déjà vu. The last time he’d seen this many dishes like this had been right after his dad died. It seemed like everyone had made him food and brought it over, filling the fridge and the freezer.

His hands shook.

“Boss?” Milo asked, voice hushed but right there beside him. He took the dishes from him and put them down on the counter. “David?”

David closed his eyes and nodded. He was fine. This wasn’t the same thing. Hux wasn’t…

Milo grabbed his arm, squeezing. “It’s going to be okay. He’s okay.”

David tried to believe those words, but Huxley didn’t feel okay right now, so David struggled to imagine how anything else could be.

Huxley was more asleep than awake, but slowly rising. His head hurt, but more than that, he was hungry.

He shifted in bed, pressing into the body beside him, looking for that familiar comfort but not quite finding it. This wasn’t how he usually held him, touched him. This wasn’t how he smelled. This… wasn’t him.

Huxley woke fully with a jolt of confusion, opening his eyes only to cringe and narrow them. He sat up, trying to get away.

“Woah, hang on,” Gavin said, sitting up with him, hands on his upper arms to keep him from toppling off the side of the bed. “It’s just me.”

The bedroom door opened just as Huxley was remembering why Gavin was there and where they were. He looked at David in the doorway, the pressure in his chest swelling when he had nothing to offer that stranger with the hard, worried expression. He looked down, ashamed like he’d stolen something from him.

Gavin still had hands on his shoulders, but shifted up onto his knees. “What’s that smell?”

Huxley’s stomach actually growled. “Enchiladas,” he answered in a mumble. He felt shaky hungry. He supposed that made sense. The last time he’d eaten had been yesterday, before the game… or at least, he assumed it had. The last time he could remember eating had technically been three years ago…

“Yeah,” David coughed, stepping back into the hallway. “We’re taking them out of the oven. I can bring you some if you want to stay in bed.”

Huxley shook his head, carefully sliding off the bed to stand up. “I’ll come out. I just gotta…” He gestured toward the open doorway to a bathroom he’d noticed earlier.

“Want help?” Gavin asked with a grin in his voice.

Huxley appreciated that—not the offer, but the way he was still acting like himself. He huffed, smiling. “I think I got it, thanks.”

He shuffled into the bathroom, flicking on the light and wincing, almost backing out of the open bathroom to get away from that bright white glow. His back hit a wall that wasn’t there before. “Hang on,” David said, voice low and right behind him. He reached in and did something to the lights, dimming them down until Huxley could blink and open his eyes again.

“Thanks, dude. Sorry,” he mumbled, his back still against David’s chest.

One big hand touched his side, framing ribs and holding him steady. “It’s okay. Take your time.”

Huxley didn’t really need time, he just didn’t want to move yet. This was the comfort he’d been looking for when he was barely awake. He was glad he was facing the other way, because he felt heat climbing his neck to his face. He swallowed and grabbed the door frame, pulling himself forward and away from that warm chest. Separating hurt.

David let him go, his core aching to follow him into the bathroom, to stay close, to touch and hold, but he let him go and stepped back, the door sliding shut.

He knew Gavin was still there in the room, watching everything and probably seeing more than anyone else would. Daemons.

The bedroom door was still open from when he’d burst in. He hadn’t meant to. He’d heard the way Huxley inhaled and then Gavin reassuring him and been down the hall to the door, panic in his chest.

“I can wait for him,” Gavin said, leaning against the wall.

David nodded, hating to leave his mate to anyone else’s care but knowing it was probably better for now. “Thanks,” he muttered, heading for the door.

“It’s going to be okay,” Gavin said.

David stopped just in the doorway to look back at him, surprised. He and Gavin got along fine, but they had a sort of routine. Gavin flirted and David frowned uncomfortably. It made for good amusement for their friends and their mates. But Gavin had never comforted him.

The incubus smiled like he realized he’d broken routine too. He shrugged. “Special circumstances,” he explained.

David huffed and walked out of the room, heading back down the hall to the kitchen just as Milo was taking that tray of enchiladas out.

Huxley had recognized the scent of them. David had put them in first because they were one of his favorites. Marie made them and Hux usually couldn’t get enough. He had remembered the scent… That was something.

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