Theme: #21 - Scars
Summary: Just how did Dillon get that scar above his right eye?
Word Count: 409

A.N: *peeks out from under a rock* Hello! I know it has been a ridiculous amount of time since I updated this (over a year oh wow) and I'd first like to say I'm sorry.

Second, I have gone back through the previous chapters and revamped them. I'd like to think my writing has improved at least a little since I started doing these one-shots (almost five years ago omg) so I wanted to fix them up a bit. The basic plot of each one is the same, I've just reworded some and fixed the spelling mistakes.

And last but not least, I've uploaded this series onto AO3 under 'Dawnofthedusk'. Just a heads up, since I know a lot of people prefer that site these days.

PS) I'm always ALWAYS on Tumblr so if any of you want to shout at me for not updating/come cry over head canons I'm 'Dawnofthedusk' on there too :)

Disclaimer: I'm just playing with them for a little while. I don't actually own any of the characters.

"Ever wonder how you got it?" Summer asked, her voice soft, as she traced the scar above his eye with a gentle finger. Dillon's eyes roamed her face as she stared at the scar intently. They were lying face to face on his bed and he had one hand on her hip, holding her close.

"Do you?" Dillon asked. Of course she knew he had thought about it.

"I imagine you think you got it in a fight," Summer teased, moving her hand to push the hair from his forehead.

"Me against a dozen guys? Yeah I can see that. " He smirked and she rolled her eyes. "Hey! I could have been defending someone's honour."

"Mmhm." She hummed, her face betraying her scepticism. "Or it could be as simple as you falling off your bike as a kid."

Dillon's eyes darkened and he looked away. Summer brought her hand to his cheek.

"Hey…" she whispered in concern. Still he did not look at her.

He sighed and looked as though he was struggling for words. "Does it bother you? That we'll never know? My memories are gone and we'll never know for sure who I was before."

Summer's heart leapt at the word 'we' but she remained silent as Dillon continued.

"I'm never gonna know what kind of man I was, or what I wanted or…any of that." He locked his gaze with Summer's and brought his hand up to cover hers. "And I'm never gonna know how I got my scar."

"We'll figure it out. Look how far you've come already! You're not who you were when we first met." Summer insisted but he shook his head.

"I'll always feel like there's something missing…a…a part of me missing. Are you sure that's what you want?" He searched her face for any negative sign. Instead of answering straight away, Summer leaned towards him and kissed him. It was soft and, while he did respond, she could tell he was holding back. When she opened her eyes she found him staring at her with the same expression on his face.

"I want you for the man you are now, regardless of who you were." She gave him a reassuring smile. "You're a good man – don't forget that."

After several moments he gave a sigh and the crease on his brow smoothed.

"We'll figure it out." He repeated her words and nodded.

"Together." Summer told him firmly.

"Together." He agreed.