Forgetting and Remembering
By Anya
A/N: Okay, So yes, there are a ton of stories similar to this on fanfiction, but what's one more lovely sappy cheesy romance?? We always enjoy those don't we!? Anyway, on with the drama!! This song is kinda appropriate so Round Here by Counting Crows.
Disclaimer: Don't own never will…no need to rub salt into the wounds.
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog, Where no one notices the contrast of white on white.
Archie paced his room. Damn Cronus! They had been so close to winning, he had been in their very hands, weak and almost captured. But then the God had used his energy to wrench himself away from the teenagers. Usually they would have tried to capture him or else just go home after he cowardly ran away, but this time was different. It was different because, as the power hungry god had gotten away he had snatched something very important to Archie.
Atlanta.
Cronus held his scythes to her throat and she held his arm, trying to prevent him from harming her. Cronus of course laughed at this and told the titans descendants they could have Atlanta back if they gave him the device he had been after.
'That stupid device, Hermes won't even tell us what it does and yet, it seems more important than Atlanta!! Not in my books!' Archie thought angrily. The device had been silver with intricate golden designs inlaid on it. It was very beautiful and lightweight. It looked like a large ring, but it was much too large for any finger.
Archie growled as he thought of the situation they had been in. Jay knew he could let Atlanta die, yet he couldn't give up the device either. Archie had gotten fed up with his waiting and had snuck around behind Cronus, careful not to disturb him, seeing as how one false move would end Atlanta's life.
Archie had slashed Cronus' arm away from Atlanta, using his whip. She had fallen to the ground, but Cronus knowing if he didn't buy time soon he wouldn't escape, picked her up and threw her with as much strength as Herry into the nearest tree. Which happened to be about 6 feet away. The tree bent and fell over on top of the still form of Atlanta.
His Atlanta! Cronus was going to pay, that was for sure. Archie had advanced upon him but the cowardly God had disappeared into one of his portals as usual. Archie knew he was gone and booked it over to Atlanta's side just in time to hear her whisper, "Archie, save me, it hurts!"
The pale boy sat down, frustrated. Atlanta had been at the school all night, broken and bruised in Chiron's office. Archie had only seen her once before he had to leave with the rest of the group. It had not been a great visit. She was still unconscious and her ribs were blue and black. Apparently she had broken three of them and her arm was fractured. She wouldn't be able to run for a while, let alone walk. Ares was going to be furious.
But that was not what concerned Archie. The fact that she was his best friend, even more so than Jay, and she was hurt, concerned him. Okay that was the understatement of the year. He loved her and she was lying there, hurt and he could do squat to help her. It was nerve wracking and the purple haired boy was freaking out.
Not that Atlanta would ever know this. She lived in a state of ignorance, not noticing the glances Archie sent her way, or the way he blushed when she slung her arm through his. Archie almost pounded the wall, but realizing it would wake everyone in the house and make Athena angry he stopped. Athena was very scary when angered. But right now, Archie was fuming and he had a feeling he was being irrational and churlish, therefore ten times as frightening on Athena.
Deciding he was getting absolutely no sleep that night, Archie went into Atlanta's room, grabbing a spare sweater of hers sitting on a chair. Hopefully she would forgive him if he proved he wasn't snooping. Which of course he was.
Pictures were on every flat surface, and books, blankets and camping gear covered the rest. Archie marveled at this girl who seemed to be the opposite as him, yet entirely the same. She loved athletic things, especially camping, hiking and running. And yet she also loved curling up with a good book and eating any junk food she could get her hands on.
Archie snatched the first book he saw, remembering the half dozen times he had caught Atlanta reading it, snuggled under a warm throw. She would definitely need something to do when she was recovering.
The purple haired boy stopped to look around her room, thinking about what else he could bring to satisfy Atlanta. He noticed almost every single picture in her room were of him and her.
'Well that's what happens when your best friends Archie, don't get your hopes up!' Archie thought, a small spark of hope igniting in his chest despite his better judgment.
After grabbing everything he would need, Archie got on his blue motorbike and put on his matching blue helmet. There was only one other helmet in the back, a red one. It belonged to Atlanta. She often rode with him whenever they actually took the bike. Which was almost never, considering they ran almost everywhere or went in Herry's truck. Unfortunate, really, considering whenever they did take the bike, Archie got to have Atlanta wrapped around him.
These stray thoughts were erased as Archie revved the engine and drove in the direction of the school.
Atlanta was walking around in a fog. She saw bandages on her almost everywhere, but strangely enough she did not notice them or feel pain. She was too busy being consumed by her thoughts.
'Who am I?? I don't remember anything at all!' She thought. Her hair was drooping from the humidity and her muscles felt as though they should have been tired. But she wasn't, not at all. She thought as far back as she could go and arrived to the conclusion that she had no memory left. Maybe she was dead?
Atlanta sighed, believing herself to be dead. That was really unfortunate since she knew there was something she was supposed to do and someone she was supposed to do it with.
"Ah, well can't be that important if I can't remember him." Atlanta retraced that sentence. Him? How did she know it was a him?
She shook her mess of hair and started walking again, in the hope that someone would come and save her.
She came across a small pool of water and stepped back frightfully. Water was bad and scary, although she wasn't quite sure why. She knew she wasn't actually scared of it, but she also knew if she entered she would never get out.
Her reflection was somewhat of a shock to her. She had flaming red-hair, not the purple she had thought. And her eyes were hazel not blue.
"But I thought…oh well, maybe I'm just confused, being dead and all." Atlanta whispered, trying to think of her name. It wouldn't come to her, although she knew it started with an 'A'. Maybe Annie? "Hell No! I ain't an Annie!" Atlanta laughed. She thought some more and came to the conclusion that her name must be Ariana. Kind of like Arch-
'Wait! What was the name I was trying to remember?' Atlanta thought with frenzy. It slipped away though and the girl who had called herself Ariana drifted off to sleep, tears staining her face and dreams filled with hazel eyes, purple hair and "Ar".
Archie reached Chiron's office without interruption. He knew no one would be with Atlanta, Chiron slept in a room down the hall. He entered the door and set Atlanta's favorite curl up blanket on her and her book beside her. He had brought in one picture, the one of all seven of them. Atlanta had been smiling and Archie had been giving her bunny ears.
He had later got yelled at by Theresa because it was supposed to be a 'family portrait' and he ruined it. He had retorted with a, "So you're telling us you would rather have a boring family portrait than a picture of all your friends having fun and acting the way they are supposed to?!"
Theresa had giving him a strange look and hugged him. Didn't even say anything just hugged him. Archie had just stood there, dumbstruck; until he realized his favorite arguer (next to Atlanta) had just agreed and hugged him!
Well that was no fun.
Atlanta moaned softly in her sleep and Archie jumped. She murmured something incomprehensible, which sounded suspiciously to Archie, "What was I supposed to remember! Who is he?!"
Archie frowned, wondering himself who he was. Since when did Atlanta know other guys! Archie pulled the blanket up and swiftly leaned down to her ear.
"You better be dreaming of me!" he whispered. She sighed and nodded, all the while murmuring, "Save me, the fog! Where is he?"
Archie growled in jealously, but the small whimpering red-head below him made him feel less like punching someone. He pulled the blanket up yet again and tucked her in, kissing her forehead in the process.
"See you in the morning, my Atlanta." He mumbled and left the school.
Atlanta felt a small pressure on her forehead and all her worries seemed to disappear. She felt safe again and wondered what had created this deep feeling within her.
Maybe it was him?! Maybe he had come to save her! Atlanta shook her head from such thoughts. She was being foolish. She was dead after all…right?
A/N: So I give up on one-shot lol, I think this shall be a three shot!!