Roadtrip Oneshots

Rack, Remember Me (Part 2)

Jack

About a week later, the Doctor said I could go home.

Only issue is, I didn't know where home was.

But, in that week, I'd been reintroduced to the boys, and a few of their - my - close friends.

Luckily, I got on well with all of them, before long joking and laughing with them, but I did not ignore the sympathetic looks they sneaked towards Rye when they thought I wasn't looking.

Rye wasn't looking at me, or the boys for that matter. He had been staring out of the window wistfully, not wanting to get involved.

He stayed mostly quiet until I was able to leave the hospital, but even then he was still quieter. Quieter than normal. Don't ask me how I knew that, but I did.

I wanted to talk to him, but I didn't know how.

We hadn't talked about it either, how I had said his name as I had fallen asleep. I just didn't know how to bring it up. Because it meant that I knew him, well. And all the boys for that matter, having faintly recognised them as they walked in cautiously.

Myself, Rye, Alex and Robbie entered the car, and I frowned when Rye climbed into the passenger seat.

'You normally drive Rye... why aren't you driving?' I asked.

The stared at me in shock.

Wait... how the hell had I known that?!

'You... you remember that?' Robbie was the first one to speak, in the backseat beside me.

'Yeah. I don't know why I know that but, I do,' I replied with an uneasy shrug.

I couldn't decode the way that Rye looked at me. He showed no emotions, but he showed every emotion.

I shivered.

'Can we go please?' I mumbled, more to myself than anyone, but Alex nodded frantically.

'Yes! Going home. On it.'

They didn't hide their shock and surprise well, and soon the silence became awkward.

I stared at Rye's headrest, wondering what the hell was going on in Rye's head. Because, clearly there was something that Rye hadn't told me.

The silence deafened me, and thankfully Rye leant forwards to put the radio on. Soft music filtered through the car, and before long all of us sang along to songs... some of them I didn't even recognise, but somehow I knew the words. It kinda freaked me out a bit, but I didn't let on.

I guessed this was me slowly remembering things.

As words left my lips, my vision started to reply images before my eyes.

I saw flashing lights. A stage. A crowd of people screaming. I saw all the boys singing into microphones. I saw a van at night, all the boys passed out. But the image stayed stuck on Rye's sleeping face. The soft breathes escaping between his parted lips. His mussed up hair. The soft face, defined jawline, even in a relaxed state...

'Jack? Jack we're here!'

I snapped back suddenly, aware of the way they looked at me.

I took a breath. Swallowed.

'Let's go,' I said.

I knew I was in a band, I knew that much. And I knew we went on tour, but I didn't have any memories of it... until that moment back in the car.

'Woah!' I exclaimed as I saw the house.

'Yeah... you guys have worked hard for it,' Alex laughed as he clapped my shoulder. Then he and Robbie disappeared around a corner.