When there were you and I ~ a 707/Luciel/Saeyoung x MC story

Chapter 1 - Just another day-or so

You rubbed your temples slowly, but hard. The headache wasn't going anywhere. The migraines were getting worse. You knew better than seeing Doc. He and Lula would go ballistics if they had any idea what you'd been upto for the past few days. They were worried enough that you hadn't been showing up at "work" for the past few days and you knew you were starting to push yourself too.

Aaaah the pain! Feeling like your body was about to implode on itself every few hours wasn't a pleasant experience. But you did do this to yourself. Doc did mention that you weren't ready for the stronger meds but you said that's what you needed. How else were you to get your memories back? And it wasn't too bad once you distracted yourself. Oh what a welcome distraction the RFA was. You never really imagined that you would be living in a dead girl's apartment, working off your laptop with an internet of amazing speed and party-planning for a chat room of a few men, a boy and a lady. They were normal. They made you feel like you could let your guard down. They made you smile. One more than the others.

707, or Luciel, was the most fun. You flirted back and forth, and something gave you the feeling that he wasn't the type to expect a full-blown relationship. Which made you safe. Sad, but safe. With your history, it was more than you could expect. Since he was a self-proclaimed hacker, you're pretty sure he's seen some, if not most, of your medical history. But since a major part of it all was covered up, you could never know how much he'd seen, or how much he knew.

But now, things were getting worse. Your job as going to have to wait, your mind was being torn apart. You worked for Doc and Lula as a "Child-Associate". Parents who knew their kids wouldn't make it, but couldn't handle the stress would call you for your abilities. You liked your job, but you hated it too. Hand-holding, making the last few months of the kids the happiest. You got paid, but you put most of the money aside for savings, or bought gifts and books for the children in the local orphanage. You never went there yourself, always had them delivered and kept a check on the authorities, to make sure that they weren't skimming off of it. Experience taught you to be careful. The orphanage you went to looked wonderful, but was miserable. Just thinking about it made you nauseous.

It was getting worse because you weren't available as much, and the more of the children you saw, the more death you saw, the more you knew you had been here before. You had seen death. You had almost felt it. You don't remember anything else, just that awful feeling.But now you needed a change. You turned on your laptop, recorded the latest information you received, and typed in "Claira's Home of the homeless" to do an internet search and clicked enter. And as a few images popped up, you tried to remember. Nothing there looked familiar. Well it had been a good 10 years or so. Doc did say that it was a long-shot. As you were moving through the images, you whipped your head around quickly. You had the distinct feeling someone was watching. It would come and go at times. It must've been nothing. As you turned back to look at the screen, your head screamed. Not you. Your head. It felt like the pounding was about to begin again. Damn it! Everything began to blur again. You tried to get up to get back on the bed, but you slipped and slammed into the floor. You lay there not moving for a while. Your phone began to ring. The only person who call at this hour was either the Doc or Lula. It was about time too. They were supposed to check on you hours ago.

"About flipping time Doc. You didn't tell me it would be this bad. I can barely..."

"Uhm. Vini?"

Your heart skipped a beat, you had to quickly improvise before he caught on. "Aaah-ahaha! God Seven! Why has thee called upon this humble servant? What could I, a simple human, do for you, oh great savior of the world?" . "Are you alright? You don't sound too good!", he replied. That's strange, you thought, he never actually responded that way. His tone sounded off. "Haha! All good of course. Just did a bit too much of work, is all! What's up on your side of the world? Any news on that hacker yet? I'm really craving some of those Honey Budha chips!", you forcefully go on. The headache was worse. You needed to stop speaking. You needed to lie down. SHIT! Everything was starting to blur out. "Who is Doc? And What is going on? You don't sound ok. Should I come...?" ...And that was all you heard as you were enveloped by the darkness. Hopefully this one would not be a total waste.