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endless-vall · 7 years ago

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Please Remember Me - Endless Summer fanfic

Summery: After traveling to La-huerta, the gang seems to remember the events in an entirely different way than they’ve actually experienced. almost as if... their memories were wiped clean and replaced with memories of a normal, amazing tropical vacation that it should’ve been. But nothing can really be forgotten forever, and a stranger Taylor meets at a bar in Louisiana helps her remember it. Author’s note: So, this idea sounded way better in my head, but here’s what I came up with. Imagine Rourke using the gang (or the island’s heart, whatever) for whatever evil and wacky plan he has, but once he doesn’t have any more use to this group, instead of killing them off, he just wipes their memory and (somehow) inserts different memories into their heads! Will they be able to stop him in time? Pairings: Jake x Taylor (F!MC), Diego x Varynn.

Taylor was walking around the street of the city of Shreveport, in Louisiana, talking over the phone with her best friend from college, Diego. “I know summer break is almost over, but i’m not ready to go back just yet.” She admitted. “Taylor, I know you love to travel, I’ve seen as much in our school trip to la-huerta, but the crowded streets of Louisiana are no match for the tropical paradise we visited! What did you lose in Shreveport, anyway?” Diego commented. Taylor could imagine his pout even without seeing him. They had a great time in La-huerta. An amazing trip on an amazing island. Everything seemed almost too good to be true. Everyone seemed to remembered it the exact same way, too. “I didn’t lose anything here, dummy. I’m just enjoying the last week of my school break before the new semester begins!” She assured him, not even knowing how wrong she was.

The thing was, none of the group seemed to remember their trip to La-huerta well. Raj joked maybe his “herbs” fell into one of his and Quinn’s cookings, and that might cause their uncertinsy, but other than that, nothing. Everyone remembered a nice, warm and calm trip to a paradise island, with exotic views and tropical weather. None of them remembered the true events that went down at La-huerta. And none of them remembered the friendships they’ve made along the way. They were back to square one, Taylor and Diego against the world. “But you should be enjoying it with me!” Diego protested. “I’ll be back before you know it.” She promised, remembering he was, indeed, waiting for her. She knew he couldn’t go back to his parents for the break. They never accepted him. He stayed at a nice house he and Taylor rented near campus, and traveled with her most of their break. He decided to come back when he got a strange letter - from a guy named Varynn, that carried Rourke international symbol on it’s envelope, but made absolutely no sense. ‘You’ve got to come back Taylor! The guy didn’t even leave any contact information! I’m sure you’ll figure this one out, like you always do!’ She remembered how he told her. He said it didn’t make any sense, but she had a feeling once she’ll take it into her hands with him it’ll all be clear. ‘Once i’m back. I promise.’ “Fine.” Diego gave up, playing extra-dramatic, making both burst into giggles. “You better bring back something super worthy for my patience.” He made sure to point. “I didn’t plan otherwise.” She smiled, and they finished their call. Taylor checked into her hotel room earlier today, and was finished with scanning the city and it’s beauty. She headed down the street, hoping to catch a cab back to her hotel. A yellow cab made it’s way near her, and Taylor was about to raise her hand when something flashed infront of her eyes in the skydiver infront of her. it was merely a second, but Taylor could swear she saw a... red spaceman. She blinked hurridly, and the image disappear as fast as it has appeared. She must’ve been too tired, she figured, as she watched herself in her reflection on the skydiver. Everything was normal. She sighed, about to look for another cab when something caught her eye. A certain pub across the street. It didn’t look to fancy, but something drew her to that pub, and she decided to have one last stop before returning to her hotel room. ‘just one drink and i’ll go’ she told herself. She entered the pub, a few people turning her way, but none commenting. The bartender offered her the menu, but she shook her head. “Whiskey, neat.” She told him, without doubt. A man from the other side of the counter raised his own glass at her. “Good taste, kid.” He winked at her, and got back to his business. Taylor could’ve swore her heart missed a bit, but the man looked untouched. He had long hair, reaching his shoulders. He wore a green jacket, and... dog tags. Was he in the military? She wondered. No. He didn’t look like someone who was in active service. Maybe an ex-military. She figured. She felt something. Like she knew the man, but he looked like he couldn’t care less. Taylor tried to shrug it off. The bartender gave her her drink, and she started drinking it, savoring the taste. After she finished her glass, the bartender placed another in front of her. “But I... didn’t order-” She started protesting, until the bartender pointed into the man with the dog tags direction. “It’s from him.” He smirked at her, and turned to his other costumers. She looked at the man again, who winked at her. “Why don’t you join me?” She mouthed, and he shrugged. “Ah, to hell with it.” she heard him say, and he stood up, and took a seat beside her. “I’m in the mood to forget, anyway.” He tells her, and orders another glass for himself. A vision flashes before her eyes. To... forget? She sees a sabertooth tiger stalking her, and a plane catching fire... and suddenly, it’s all gone. “Did you bring me out her to ogle me?” The man chuckles, and brings his glass in the air, motioning her to clink hers with him. Another vision flashes before her eyes, this time too fast for her to catch up, but she can make something that looks like a rain forest, or like a tropical island before blinking back into reality. A weird sense of deja-vu surrounds her. “I gotta wine and dine you first?” She doesn’t know why she asks that, but clinks her glass with him anyway. “Exactly.” While his voice sounds confident and decisive, his eyes are full of shock. As if he’s asking ‘how did she know I was going to say it?’. She felt it too. “So, what’s your name, Jared Leto?” She tries to joke, and get the conversation to a lighter note. “I’ll have you know I had this haircut wayyy before he did.” He told her. Somehow she already knew it. She chuckled. “Sure you did.” Her smile brings him comfort. He doesn’t know why he tells her his name, but it makes him feel safe... for some unknown reason. “The name’s Jake. What about you, princess?” He asks her. Before she has a chance to tell him, he guesses her name is Taylor. “It’s... uh, Taylor.” She blushes as she tells him, stroking a strand of her beautiful, blonde hair behind her ear. Jake wants to reach out to do the same, and it takes everything in him to stop himself from touching this... stranger. He didn’t know her. Why did he feel the need to touch her so bad? Why didn’t she feel like a stranger, at all? “That’s a pretty name. Suits you, princess.” He gulps before answering her, and she rolls her eyes while finishing her second glass for today. “So why don’t you use it, now that you know my name?” But he knew it even before she told him. “You don’t have to keep calling me princess, y’know.” She adds. “Oh. But I do have to.” He smirks, leaning a bit more towards her. She doesn’t flinch away, not even the slightest. “Do I have to earn it, or something?” She asks, half smirking. Something in her eyes tells him that she already knows. He wants to tell her that yes, she has to earn it before he calls her by her name, but he gets the feeling she had already earned it. Maybe in another life. “Something like that.” He smiles, and now she’s leaning towards him, too. Before they know it, they’re kissing. Two drunk strangers in a bar. Nobody will suspect. But they know better. Somehow... They know. Suddenly Taylor feels like she drowning. It’s as if she’s seeing herself in third person. She sees Jake there, too. They’re drowning together. And there’s someone else there too. Is that Sean? The Quarterback from her school? I’ve never even talked to him. As the scene unfolds, she sees herself swimming over to Jake, who looks at her surprised, but takes her into his arms. Pressing together, in the freezing ocean’s water, Taylor feels like she’s about to die. But it brings her comfort that she’s in this man’s hands. Suddenly, she kisses him. Passionately, tenderly, hearts beating as one... until everything’s pitch black. When their lips break apart, she’s back at the present, sitting in a bar with Jake in front of her. The question is... Which Jake is it? From the way they’re both panting, people could think this was just a really long, passionate kiss they just shared. Jake’s trying to convince himself that It’s all the whiskey and rum’s fault, that he was seeing those things. Feeling those things. But something tells him otherwise. What he had just seen had defiantly happened. And it certainly wasn’t in ‘another life’. “Do you wanna get out of here?” She asks him, suddenly. “I thought you’d never ask.” He admits, and both pay their check and quickly go out of the bar’s doors. They don’t make it far down the street, and before they reach another turn, Jake’s pushing her against the wall of some dark apartment building and kisses her hard. He has to taste her again. She’s just as eager as he is, kissing back open mouthed and pushing herself closer to him. She wraps her hands around his neck and he holds her waist steadily with his hands. When they break apart, again, this time just to catch their breath, their lips are still almost touching. “I don’t know how... But everytime... fireworks...” He tells her, searching in her eyes for something he didn’t know how to spell out. “Last time you said it it wasn’t just about kissing.” She lets out, still gasping for air. Last time? “So you feel it too?” He asks, now sure of himself. She looks as if she figured she said something she shouldn’t have, but then swallows and nodds. “Yeah. I do. I wasn’t sure if I was the only one...” She trails of, when she meets his gaze. “I don’t know how it is possible, but...” He bites at his lip. “We know each other.” She completes him. He nods. They continue walking, and get to her hotel room. - They’re too strong! - Diego, just don’t let go! - They’ll just take you with me! - Diego, no, don’t do it... Before she knows it, Diego lets go of her hand. A sorrowful look on their eyes, as something, someone... is pulling him from out of her hold. - Goodbye, Taylor. - Diegoooooooo She wakes up. While trying to catch her breath, she looks around herself. They fell asleep. She notices. Still fully clothed, they both fell asleep is each other’s arms. It was... well, weird, for one thing. But also felt right. Like this was where they belonged. She reaches for her phone, and sees 4 unread text messages from Diego. Here we go. She figures. At least she knows he’s okay. - Taylor, I’m really worried about this letter.... Call me. - This Varynn says ‘It’s important’ and that ‘we’re in danger’. - Taylorrrrr your best friend needs you c’mon! - I don’t think that guy’s kidding.. She checks the time on her phone, it’s already 1 pm... they slept in till midday? Woah. She slips out of Jake’s reach, he lets out a protesting sound, but doesn’t wake up. Taylor is, too, missing his warmth, but decides to call Diego. This feels important. After everything she imagined, remembered.. yesterday... this had to be connected somehow. She gets out to the balcony of her hotel room, and dials a familiar number. “Finally!” Diego’s voice is eager from the other side of the line. She chuckles. “Sorry.” “So, what does the letter say, exactly?” She asks, getting right into business. “Okay, so, it has like... Rourke international’s signature mark, but I don’t think it’s really from them.” Diego begins explaining. “How so?” Taylor asks, but she has a feeling Rourke internationals are bad news. “Well, the paper feels... old. And it has like this ancient looking handwriting. And all it’s saying is... ‘Diego. Come back. You’re all in great danger, I can’t protect you from there. It’s important. Please.’, and that’s it.” He sounds like this had kept him awake all night. “I know it sounds fishy... Or like a prank... But Taylor, I don’t think so. I don’t feel so.” He tells her. “I know what you’re talking about.” She admits. He’s surprised. “You... You do?” he stutterers. “Aha...” She nods, even though he can’t see her. Give it to Taylor to believe in all sorts of weird and unnatural things. Diego was glad this was his best friend. “So... What are we going to do?” He asks her. Now, that he knows they both believe it. “Come back where?” She asks, out loud. “To La-huerta, of course.” A voice says behind her. She turns around, startled, until she notices Jake. “Oh thank god.” She sighs in relief, and comes closer to him. He wraps his arms around her. “Taylor? Is there someone else with you there?” Diego asks, reminding her she’s still on the phone with him. “Oh, yeah, it’s Jake.” She simply says. “Jake.... As in the pilot who took us on our vacation Jake?” Diego asks. Right! That’s where I know him from! Taylor shoots her eyes open in shock. But as far as she remembered, they never talked. Not the way they vaguely remembered the entire trip. No, but in her mind, in her visions... She remembers coming into the pilot’s cockpit. Looking into Jake’s eyes, she knows he remembers it too, now. “That’s the one.” She tells Diego, gladly. “I see.” Diego sounds thoughtful. Taylor guesses that whoever that Varynn guy was, Diego probably felt about him the same way she felt about Jake right now. “We have to get back to La-huerta.” She tells Diego. He gulps. “But how do we do it?” He asks her. “With all our friends.” Suddenly, she thinks back about everyone who went on the trip with them. Sean, Michelle, Quinn, Raj, Craig, Zahra, Grace, Aleister. and Estela. They were all important. And even though at school, even after the trip, no one remembered how they mattered to each other, she knew that they did. Diego seemed to catch up. “Do you think they’ll believe us?” “I know they will.” She’s certain. “Besides, I don’t know what it is, but if Varynn says we’re in danger, we have nothing to lose either way. Varynn’s waiting for you. Do you want to keep him waiting?” “God no.” Diego lets out before he even realizes it. “Good. Then it’s settled.” She’s smiling, determined now, and they hang up. She turns to Jake, who looks like he’s already made up his mind. He going to help, too. Smiling, she get on tip toes and kisses him good-morning. He gladly obliges, kissing her back and gently stroking her hair. Taylor feels content. “Do you still want to forget?” Taylor asks, when they separate from the kiss. “No. Right now... I want to remember. Everything.” He tells her, before pulling her in for another kiss. They can leave saving the world, stopping Rourke internationals, and getting back to La-huerta and Varyyn for later. Right now, all they wanted to do was... get right back into that hotel room. And into that bed.

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