Fake amnesia with Alex and Jay?
send me a reverse trope and MH characters & I'll write something for it
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At first struggled w this one (couldn't decide between who was the fake amnesiac) and then this came to mind and i may do another oneshot about this lmao?
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Alex woke up, for once, not wanting to die.
It was a novel feeling, to be honest. Waking up without having that deep dread rooted inside him, eating him from the inside out, without feeling like he was being observed, like he was about to become prey. Waking up and just feeling… nice.
He could hear the sound of someone in his kitchen, the sound of pots being moved and the old fridge being opened and closed and opened and closed. And, while usually, that would be enough to make him grab the gun he hid underneath his pillow, today, it just merely made him snort fondly and get up, pausing to even yawn and stretch.
How could he be worried, when he knew exactly who was inside his house? He had been the one to invite him yesterday.
The mere memory of yesterday was enough to make Alex smile, feeling giddy and happy in a way he hadn’t felt in ages.
This was the perfect opportunity, the perfect chance to at least make sure nothing bad happened, to at least keep one person alive. He just had to make sure the other didn’t find his computer or where he had been staying, and it would be okay. With no clues, the other would have no other option but to leave.
When Alex entered the kitchen, he couldn’t help the amused snort upon seeing Jay startled and fumble with something at his appearance, probably a pan or a mug knowing how clumsy Jay was.
“You slept okay?” He asked, leaning against the counter.
“Oh! Uh, yeah,” Jay nodded nervously, turning around to pour himself some coffee, “Thanks, by the way, for letting me stay. I, uh, I didn’t know where I would have gone.”
“Of course you could stay,” Alex said, grabbing a mug to pour himself coffee too, “Didn’t have any luck with your phone?”
“Uh, no, not really,” Jay mumbled, fidgeting with the shirt Alex had loaned him, frowning nervously at his shoes.
“Damn, that’s a shame dude,” Alex commented mildly, like he hadn’t been the one to crack open the phone and carefully pry away parts of the hardware so it wouldn’t work, “Was the chip okay, at least?”
“I don’t, I don’t think so,” Jay grimaced, clutching tightly his mug, “I, um, I have no idea why. Maybe I broke it, um, broke it before you found me?”
“Probably,” Alex said, satisfied as a smug cat internally, “Guess you’ll have to get a new one.”
“I, um, I guess so.” Jay frowned even more.
He looked pale under the white light of his kitchen, eyes sunken and bruised with eyebags.
But, Alex thought to himself, if he were in Jay’s situation he doubts he would have been any better.
…Actually, when it had been him, it hadn’t been any better, to be honest. Alex shuddered as he remembered how it had been almost a year ago, waking up one day without a single idea as to what had happened, to where he was, where was Am—
Alex shook his head, and tried to focus on Jay, who now looked at him with some strange expression.
“Any idea what you will do?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee, “Since you, um, don’t remember the last…?”
“Four years,” Jay reminded him quietly, fidgeting, looking unnerved, “And, um, I don’t know? I thought maybe, um, walking around and trying to find clues? As to why, um, why am I here?”
Hm.
No, that would be far too… dangerous. The probabilities of Jay remembering something would be too high. No. That wouldn’t do.
“Maybe you should try contacting your family?” Alex suggested gently, carefully laying a hand on Jay’s shoulder, “Maybe they have an idea as to what you’ve been up to.”
“I… Uhm. I hadn’t, uh, I hadn’t thought of, of that,” Jay stuttered, looking uncomfortable, “I…”
“From what I remember you used to call your parents every weekend back in college,” Alex said, “They probably have an idea. I doubt you have changed much since then.”
“I…um, I’ll think about it,” Jay promised him, avoiding his eyes.
Good.
The sooner he got Jay out of here, the better for everyone.
If Jay left, then Tim would forget as well. And everything would be just fine.
And if not… Well, it would be easier to catch Jay off guard if he didn’t remember the last time they had seen each other.
Alex left the kitchen, and did not notice the knowing and weary look Jay pinned on his retreating back.
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revealing myself as the fernando conspiracy anon because i realized that this goes way deeper than i previously thought
first of all let’s establish who moved up as a result:
fernando himself
lance - his current teammate who he clearly has a VERY close bond with
guanyu - mentee from guanyu’s days as an alpine jr
lando - mentee from lando’s days as a mclaren jr; currently a driver for mclaren, who is alpine’s main rival in the constructor’s standings
george - teammate of lewis, fernando’s main rival from 2007
(there’s probably others but they don’t fit the agenda)
now let’s establish who moved down as a result:
esteban - former teammate from fernando’s most recent stint at alpine, shit got ugly
lewis - fernando’s main rival from 2007; currently a driver for mercedes, who is aston martin’s main rival in the constructor’s standings
pierre - esteban’s current teammate at alpine, a team who fernando (probably) has a complicated relationship with
carlos - fellow spainard (possibly to his detriment?)
(again there’s probably others but again they don’t fit the agenda)
so somehow fernando helped himself, established himself as the spanish driver, hurt his former teammate, helped his own team in the constructor's standings, and hurt his former team in the constructor's standings all at once
in conclusion:
THE DOTS HAVE BEEN CONNECTED
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