He weighed on my mind as I wandered back down the hall alone – was the suggestion that an AI might be compliant really reprehensible? – when suddenly he bolted out from a doorway and came at me with the fury of a hurricane. I glanced around but noticed no one was there, all my peers and the convention aides were in lecture rooms on the opposite end of the hallway around some bend or another. For a brief moment I thought he was going to punch me and I braced myself as best I could for the hit, but he stopped just short and he wrapped me in an inescapable hug.
I froze, unsure of how to respond to such an unexpected greeting. No one ever touched me. People rarely offered to shake my hand. His warmth overwhelmed me for a moment and the earthy smell of him was strangely comforting. I didn't hug him back, but I was almost disappointed when he pulled away from me and punched me hard in the shoulder.
"I don't know what the fuck you're playing at in there, Yuy, but goddamn I'm glad to see ya." He was so enthusiastic, his eyes shining, his hand gripping my upper arm like he was scared that if he stopped touching me I would disappear before his eyes. "Why you gotta say shit like that to piss me off? We haven't seen each other in over three years and you hafta do that to me? Jeez. You haven't changed a bit."
Finally I snapped out of my shock as he rambled and said bluntly, "I think you have the wrong person."
He laughed, a wonderfully loud, boisterous sound that resounded in the hallway. "Oh come on, I've finally caught you, Heero. There's no one here, you can admit it."
"I have no idea what you are talking about or who you are," I stated honestly. I think I would remember a man with a three and a half foot braid. Or at least that my name wasn't Jack.
Jack Kaufmann has no recollection of the braided man who claims they were once more than friends, but his quest to recover his memories leads him to discover a plot much larger than himself that is a threat to the peace he'd once fought to protect... 1x2x1, post EW.
My notes: There's a lot more plot behind this fic than your standard amnesia fic. It takes a number of twists and turns, many of them unexpected. The pilots are not pinnacles of mental health, but they're well-written. Quatre stans may not like this fic so much, however.