Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
(Au where Dorcas and Sturgis was captured after a failed Order raid.)
Dorcas had always loved the sun. Like a cat she would curl up wherever the warm rays would shine down, spending endless hours with books just enjoying the light. Perhaps that was the reason this happened now. Perhaps every person was assigned an allotted amount of time in the sunlight and her hours were up. The room they kept her in was so dark it took her almost an entire day before her eyes got used to it. Just a few rays of dusty light found their way under the door, barely illuminating the room they kept her in. Furniture was sparse too; only a dusty bed showed in the corner and an empty commode filled it.
It was driving Dorcas crazy. She did not know how long she had been there- there was no way for her to tell the days from each other. Meals would sometime just appear, but nobody visited her. They were undoubtedly playing the waiting game. Waiting for her to break down in the darkness, until she started clawing on the walls like a wild animal. And it wouldn´t be long now.
Doe had no idea how long had gone before the door was opened one day. Instantly she was on her feet, ready to barge out. They took her wand before she woke up the first night but it didn´t matter. Teeth, nails and fist would have to make do. Before she was able to get out, however, someone else stumbled in- practically dragging her down. One thing was throwing curses, but now they threw people at her?
The door was closed in her face before she could gather her bearings. Dorcas swore. Once again she was in the darkness, but this time supporting someone she had no idea who was. The other person seemed to be a foot taller than her and carried a lot more weight as well. Dorcas was painfully aware of this because he was currently leaning on her. Male, she decided quickly, and wounded by the looks of it.
“Come on,” she murmured, biting back curses as she struggled to move forward while dragging the man with her. “There´s a mattress here, let´s get you down.”
It took a lot of effort –mainly hers- but after a good amount of dragging she heard the soft thump of a body hitting the mattress. Dorcas immediately sat down on her knees next to him, just catching the mans outline in the darkness. Her hands felt sticky from where she had touched him and there was the undeniable smell of blood in the air. What had they done to him?
“Fuck,” she heard him mutter. Everything stopped. She knew that voice.
“Sturgis?” she whispered. It was impossible. Her entire team had either died or apparated the hell away from the battle. Dorcas remembered because she had stumbled over bodies that day. She had seen Sturgis go down, she had watched as his body hit the floor. The rage that came with watching her friend fall had been enough to renew her strength until she was fighting like a wildcat once more. Doe had a sneaking suspicion that the last burst of power was the only reason she did not meet her death that day.
“You know my name?” he breathed.
“Struge, it´s me. It´s Doe. You remember me right?”
“Doe? Isn´t that a bird?” His voice was raspy, barely above a whisper- making Dorcas have to lean in to even catch the words. “Don´t take it personal. I can barely stay conscious now.”
“Shh, don´t worry, it´s okay,” she murmured. She felt tears well up in her eyes and did nothing to stop them. So this was how they were going to break her then. Torture her comrade and make her watch the aftermath. To shatter her mind if he died or as a warning that she was next? Dorcas tried to remember what to do. Scarlett would have known how to save her brother. Would she blame Dorcas if he never returned home? Would Greta?
“Sturgis, I need you to listen to me. Keep your eyes open, just listen to my voice. I´m Dorcas Meadowes, we are from the same group. We fight against the people that did that to you. So they won´t hurt anyone else, the people we care about. The people you care about. You can´t give up yet, okay?”
He was silent, so Dorcas squeezed his arm. “Stay awake a bit longer, Struge. Until I find out what they did to you.”“Just a bit longer,” he agreed and she nodded even though he could not see her.“For Greta and Scarlett. You remember them, don´t you?”
“Y-yeah. I think so.”“Good,” she whispered. As long as he remembered them it did not matter that he no longer knew her. Dorcas was in his debt, she would always be after he introduced her to the Order. The only reason she was even in it was because of him. If only one of them could make it out of this place alive she would make damn sure it was him. “We´ll get you home to them.”
