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Log: ongoing
When; Sunday, August 10 2008
Rating; PG 13
Characters; Tony Stark, Cecilia Reyes, NPC Spawn
Summary; It’s Flower In The Attic Day! Tony and Cecilia are mysteriously married and with kid! … except Tony’s the only one who remembers.
Log;
There were plenty of things that should've clued Cecilia in to the fact that she wasn't where she was supposed to be. "Supposed to be" being the on-call 'bedroom' at O-MOM. No smell of antiseptic, no rattling of IV drip wheels, no interns praying “oh god please stop bleeding,” and honestly, unless she got a raise of roughly thrice what she usually made, she wasn't going to be sleeping on anything as comfortable as what she was currently on. None of these sensory clues told Cecilia that all was not right.
It was rolling over and bumping noses with a complete stranger that did it. The last time anyone had been in her bed was long enough ago to be embarrassing, and Cecilia reacted purely on impulse to the unfamiliar situation: she shrieked like a dying moogle and shoved at Tony hard enough to push a normal person off a smaller mattress. She then started swearing. Loudly. In Spanish as her mind tried to clue together what had happened. Certainly the local gods had gotten her once or twice with their “curses,” but nothing so far to be so severe that she suffered displacement. So that wasn’t the first thing that came to mind.
Tony thought something was definitely strange. There was someone next to him in bed. Not someones, just someone. That seemed very, very wrong to him.
It wasn't until he was shoved and the screaming started that he had realized what was going on. Oh yes, he had gone to sleep last night with his wife. And she wondered why he often went out and found a supermodel or two to spend the night with. Who wouldn't want such a lovely goodmorning?
The shove, thankfully, just moved him to the far side of the king bed instead of off it.
"Goodmorning to you too, starshine," he grumbled.
Cecilia was starting to calm down a little. She was in a very nice room. She wasn’t being attacked by creatures from the beyond, or having demigods try to tempt her with… with whatever. No one was trying to shoot her. This could be a lot worse. Though she still had no idea why she’d wound up in Tony Stark’s – yes, she recognized him now – bed instead of her own. She’d never even met the man before.
She stopped yelling, took a deep breath, and sat up instead, before looking back at Tony. “Please tell me you have some idea of how I wound up here.” She hadn’t noticed the ring on her finger yet.
Oh, this was great. And people gave him crap for not exactly being the poster child for fidelity and here she didn't even know how she had wound up in their bed. Maybe she had gotten into his liquor the night before.
"I know we don't see a lot of each other because of your job," he said, sitting up in the bed and running a hand through his hair. "But I think you'd at least remember coming to bed with your husband."
“No, I don’t. Because honestly, I don’t remember marrying you.” Cecilia had moved from freaked-out, to confused, and was beginning to settle into pissed-off. Ok, she had a ring, she was in Stark’s bed, and she had no idea how she’d gotten there. There were several options: she had amnesia, she’d gone mad (a frightful notion), or someone – or something – was messing with her.
She really didn’t like the idea that there was something wrong with her mind, so she was settling on the third option until she had evidence to the contrary. Because she doubted no matter what mind-altering substances she may be influenced by, none of them could convince her that marrying Tony Stark was a good idea.
Tony grunted and rolled out of bed, completely comfortable with the fact that he had nothing on. Cecilia was his wife after all and it was nothing she hadn't seen before, even if she was acting insane.
"So that's how it's going to be then?" he asked, eyes narrowing at her. "Now you just don't remember marrying me? Is that what I should tell our daughter? 'Hey sweetie, I'm sorry but mommy doesn't remember marrying daddy.' And people say I'm the jerk."
Tony knew they hadn't had a picturesque marriage, but they had agreed to stay together for their daughters sake. But this insanity... this was almost too much.
Cecilia was a doctor. Tony naked was not going to bother her, even if she didn’t know him. Tony naked wasn’t why her jaw had dropped open causing her to gape like a landed fish for a few moments. Daughter? She was too young to be a mother! She’d just finished her internship (if being kicked out counted as “finished”).
“… I’ve gone mad.” She concluded weakly. Ok. It was one thing to not remember getting married. It was another to not remember a full nine months of PMS plus labor. And so help her if Tony was messing with her she would kick his ass. Hippocratic oath or no. High-tech armor or no.
"Oh, you're mad?" Tony growled, sticking his legs into a pair of pajama pants and lacing them up. "You shove me, swear at me, and don't even remember that we're married and you're mad?"
Tony wasn't having any of this. Cecilia wasn't just going to pretend like they weren't married.
"I suppose you just keep your clothes here then because it's convenient?"
“Gone mad not upset though I’m sure as hell that too!” She snapped. She was not going to take being spoken to like that. Why the hell would she marry Tony? And why didn’t she remember any of this? She had a daughter. Cecilia didn’t know anything about her daughter. What was her name? How old was she?
Cecilia always prided herself on knowing what to do. She always knew what to do. Except now. She climbed out of bed, but didn’t know where anything was kept. Tony said she had clothes here, but where were they? What drawers held what? “I just don’t remember ok! Hell if I know why.” Cecilia always liked to know. One of her favorite phrases was I-Told-You-So. She needed to do something. But she didn’t know what to do.
Tony sighed and tried to calm down. Yelling at her wouldn't solve anything, even if it might feel good. Usually he was the one screwing up in her eyes and this time he couldn't be blamed for whatever was going on.
"Jarvis," Tony said into the air. "Please show Cecilia her clothes."
In response a section of the wall slid away and revealed his wife's walk in closet. Maybe that would start to help her remember.
Cecilia sighed and tried to finger-comb her hair briefly – her ring got caught in the tangle – before disappearing into the closet for a few moments. She was still trying to wrap her brain around the fact that she had a daughter. The idea made her faintly nauseous. But brain-troubles or no, Cecilia was still a quick dresser and re-appeared back into the bedroom a minute or two later. “Tony-” She paused. She didn’t like feeling awkward.
“My- our, daughter.” Another pause. Cecilia resisted the urge to rub one foot against the back of her calf. “How old is she? What’s her name?” Lord knew Cecilia didn’t want to upset the girl.
Tony began to realize that something really was seriously wrong with Cecilia. She would never forget their daughter, she wouldn't carry a joke on this long. The idea was slightly unsettling.
"Alyssa is four," Tony said, going over to the dresser and getting a frame and handing her the picture. It was of all three of them at the zoo. They were actually all smiling. "That was taken a few months ago."
Cecilia wasn’t much of a joker to begin with. She was very practical, and very proud. That something may have wrong in her own mind was more disturbing than the idea that she’d gotten married to Tony. And though she took the picture, and stared at it, she felt no sense of recognition. Nothing that said definitely, decisively, mine about the little girl in it. Though that was certainly herself and Tony there as well.
“She looks happy. Healthy.” Knowing herself, she’d probably had fits every time the child – Alyssa – had so much as a cough. Cecilia could see hints of her own parents in the girl. “Is she… is she here? Am I supposed to…” She didn’t know the routines, the habits.
Tony wanted to snap and say that no, the girl lived in a box in the street, but refrained from saying anything. Something was definitely wrong with Cecilia and while they hadn't had an ideal marriage, Tony had at least loved her once. And they both loved Alyssa.
"She's in her room, either sleeping still or watching TV," he told her. "And you don't have to do anything, although I suggest you refrain from letting her know you don't remember her."
“Duh.” Cecilia rubbed at her eyes and put the picture back on the dresser. “I mean, yes. Right.” There was no point in baiting Tony. Even if she had no idea what she’d seen in the man. “But… I do want to see her.” Even if Cecilia didn’t remember, she did want to see her daughter. Though her common sense was telling her that was a very stupid thing to do. Cecilia had no idea how Alyssa would expect her to act. What was normal Madre-Cecilia behavior? And Tony had said she had a job. … hopefully she wasn’t expected today.
Tony crossed his arms and eyed Cecilia carefully for a moment. He didn't want to see Alyssa hurt, but maybe seeing her daughter would bring his wife around?
"Alright, let's go see Alyssa," he said with a sigh. "And then we should get you checked out. Maybe you hurt your head or something like that. Forgetting several years of your life is not something you should be experiencing."
“I know. And you have no idea how unnerving it is.” The thing being, Tony said she’d gone to bed with him the previous night, and if she remembered then, her ‘condition’ developed sometime that night. Serious brain trauma didn’t usually display symptoms at such a delayed timeframe and –
She’d analyze herself later. First she was going to see her daughter. “Lead the way?” She had no idea where anything was in the place.
Tony nodded before giving her another worried glance. Instinctively he reached out and gave her hand a quick squeeze.
"I know things haven't been great between us for a while," he confessed. "But we'll figure this out."
Without waiting for a reply Tony stepped through their bedroom door and moved down the hall towards their daughter's room.
"Rawrrrr! Here comes Hulk, looking for little girl to tickle!" Tony shouted, stomping as he walked. From a room at the end of the hall came a loud squeal and a burst of giggles.
Cecilia was half tempted to ask ‘And how long is a while?’ But Tony was gone and there was girly squeaking and she couldn’t help but grin a little. So maybe there was a lot to be desired from Tony, but Alyssa seemed to like him. She waited a few seconds before going in herself to see Alyssa and Tony rolling around attempting to tickle each other.
Would Alyssa know Spanish? Cecilia figured she would have taught her daughter Spanish. “Mija,” daughter, “what’s this that’s going on?”
“Mama! He was supposed to be the Hulk but Papa isn’t green anymore!” Alyssa was on her back, staring at Cecilia upside down.
Tony smiled up at his wife and wondered if maybe this meant that she remembered everything. A clean start between them would have been nice, but Tony would never put their daughter through anything like that.
"If I'm sometimes gray or blue why can't I be normal colored too?" Tony asked, just before he blew a raspberry on the girl's stomach, making her squeal and squirm. When Alyssa smiled she reminded Tony so much of her mother.
"Save me Mama," the girl cried out. "Save me!"
Cecilia thought only for a moment – she wasn’t sure what a ‘normal’ response was supposed to be in this situation – before going on impulse. This was supposed to be fun. So she kicked off her shoes and went to ‘tackle’ Tony off Alyssa. “Fiend! Monster! For shame! Blowing raspberries on little girls tummies!” This was all very melodramatic. “Worry not mija, I am here to rescue you!”
“Mama! You don’t have a magic sword!”
Tony laughed as Cecilia "tackled" him off their daughter. God, they hadn't laughed this much together in forever. Alyssa joined the pile up, crawling on top of them.
"I'm the winner," she declared before flopping down on both of them. Tony caught his wife's eye and raised an eyebrow, a silent inquiry if any of this was bringing back any memories.
Cecilia was not an expert at Tony-Reading, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was trying to ask – especially without alerting Alyssa. Cecilia shook her head minutely. No. She didn’t remember.
And it broke her heart a little. Great. She was getting sentimental. “Oh not for long!” Cecilia rolled slightly – probably to the detriment of Tony’s solar plexus – and wrapped herself around Alyssa. Playtime was not to last forever though. Alyssa had music lessons and soccer practice and playtime with a neighbor boy.
And Cecilia needed to get a catscan or something. And it was annoying that she had to follow Tony everywhere, because damned if she knew where anything was in this place – or hell, this section of town. “What I can’t figure out is how something could affect me like this, and have the cause not be obvious. I have a force-field, things hitting me in the head won’t do it, and since I was apparently fine last night, it should be something from then. It just doesn’t happen for no reason – and I’ve had catscans before, nothing ever turned up.” This was more typical behavior for Cecilia – there was a problem, and now she was trying to hash her way to a cause and a solution. Except the cause wasn’t forthcoming.
"I don't know either," Tony confessed to her. He was just as puzzled as her, which bothered him. He was a genius, one of the smartest men in the world. And Cecilia herself was a brilliant doctor. This was something they should be able to figure out.
"What if it's not physical then?" he asked. "What if it's psychological? I mean... I wouldn't blame you if you so badly wished you weren't married to me that you just forgot about it completely in some sort of... severe psychological reaction."
“If that were the case, I’d have forgotten about my father’s death and the first two years of college. Not to mention more near-death experiences than I care to recall.” Something wasn’t adding up here. But damned if Cecilia could figure out what it was. “… and I like Alyssa. Why would I forget her?” Cecilia really wanted to ask, how was our marriage so bad that I’d want to forget it? But it was currently moot point.
“Well, it could be worse. Could be aliens.” Which was Cecilia’s version of optimism.
Tony nodded, only slightly pacified with the statement that if nothing else, she wouldn't forget Alyssa. Which was true, Cecilia loved their daughter. Loved her enough not to leave Tony.
"Then they only other option I can think of is magic," Tony suggested. It was hardly an ideal suggestion though. "I hate magic."
Cecilia wrinkled her nose in distaste. She didn’t like magic either. The universe was not supposed to be messed with like that. And her brain wasn’t either. “In lineau of having to try to find a magic-user – like it’s that hard around here? – lets see if it’s medical. Lord, in the light of it possibly being magically oriented, I hope it’s medical.” And not caused by something like Elder Gods attempting to come in through the third floor toilet.
Rating; PG 13
Characters; Tony Stark, Cecilia Reyes, NPC Spawn
Summary; It’s Flower In The Attic Day! Tony and Cecilia are mysteriously married and with kid! … except Tony’s the only one who remembers.
Log;
There were plenty of things that should've clued Cecilia in to the fact that she wasn't where she was supposed to be. "Supposed to be" being the on-call 'bedroom' at O-MOM. No smell of antiseptic, no rattling of IV drip wheels, no interns praying “oh god please stop bleeding,” and honestly, unless she got a raise of roughly thrice what she usually made, she wasn't going to be sleeping on anything as comfortable as what she was currently on. None of these sensory clues told Cecilia that all was not right.
It was rolling over and bumping noses with a complete stranger that did it. The last time anyone had been in her bed was long enough ago to be embarrassing, and Cecilia reacted purely on impulse to the unfamiliar situation: she shrieked like a dying moogle and shoved at Tony hard enough to push a normal person off a smaller mattress. She then started swearing. Loudly. In Spanish as her mind tried to clue together what had happened. Certainly the local gods had gotten her once or twice with their “curses,” but nothing so far to be so severe that she suffered displacement. So that wasn’t the first thing that came to mind.
Tony thought something was definitely strange. There was someone next to him in bed. Not someones, just someone. That seemed very, very wrong to him.
It wasn't until he was shoved and the screaming started that he had realized what was going on. Oh yes, he had gone to sleep last night with his wife. And she wondered why he often went out and found a supermodel or two to spend the night with. Who wouldn't want such a lovely goodmorning?
The shove, thankfully, just moved him to the far side of the king bed instead of off it.
"Goodmorning to you too, starshine," he grumbled.
Cecilia was starting to calm down a little. She was in a very nice room. She wasn’t being attacked by creatures from the beyond, or having demigods try to tempt her with… with whatever. No one was trying to shoot her. This could be a lot worse. Though she still had no idea why she’d wound up in Tony Stark’s – yes, she recognized him now – bed instead of her own. She’d never even met the man before.
She stopped yelling, took a deep breath, and sat up instead, before looking back at Tony. “Please tell me you have some idea of how I wound up here.” She hadn’t noticed the ring on her finger yet.
Oh, this was great. And people gave him crap for not exactly being the poster child for fidelity and here she didn't even know how she had wound up in their bed. Maybe she had gotten into his liquor the night before.
"I know we don't see a lot of each other because of your job," he said, sitting up in the bed and running a hand through his hair. "But I think you'd at least remember coming to bed with your husband."
“No, I don’t. Because honestly, I don’t remember marrying you.” Cecilia had moved from freaked-out, to confused, and was beginning to settle into pissed-off. Ok, she had a ring, she was in Stark’s bed, and she had no idea how she’d gotten there. There were several options: she had amnesia, she’d gone mad (a frightful notion), or someone – or something – was messing with her.
She really didn’t like the idea that there was something wrong with her mind, so she was settling on the third option until she had evidence to the contrary. Because she doubted no matter what mind-altering substances she may be influenced by, none of them could convince her that marrying Tony Stark was a good idea.
Tony grunted and rolled out of bed, completely comfortable with the fact that he had nothing on. Cecilia was his wife after all and it was nothing she hadn't seen before, even if she was acting insane.
"So that's how it's going to be then?" he asked, eyes narrowing at her. "Now you just don't remember marrying me? Is that what I should tell our daughter? 'Hey sweetie, I'm sorry but mommy doesn't remember marrying daddy.' And people say I'm the jerk."
Tony knew they hadn't had a picturesque marriage, but they had agreed to stay together for their daughters sake. But this insanity... this was almost too much.
Cecilia was a doctor. Tony naked was not going to bother her, even if she didn’t know him. Tony naked wasn’t why her jaw had dropped open causing her to gape like a landed fish for a few moments. Daughter? She was too young to be a mother! She’d just finished her internship (if being kicked out counted as “finished”).
“… I’ve gone mad.” She concluded weakly. Ok. It was one thing to not remember getting married. It was another to not remember a full nine months of PMS plus labor. And so help her if Tony was messing with her she would kick his ass. Hippocratic oath or no. High-tech armor or no.
"Oh, you're mad?" Tony growled, sticking his legs into a pair of pajama pants and lacing them up. "You shove me, swear at me, and don't even remember that we're married and you're mad?"
Tony wasn't having any of this. Cecilia wasn't just going to pretend like they weren't married.
"I suppose you just keep your clothes here then because it's convenient?"
“Gone mad not upset though I’m sure as hell that too!” She snapped. She was not going to take being spoken to like that. Why the hell would she marry Tony? And why didn’t she remember any of this? She had a daughter. Cecilia didn’t know anything about her daughter. What was her name? How old was she?
Cecilia always prided herself on knowing what to do. She always knew what to do. Except now. She climbed out of bed, but didn’t know where anything was kept. Tony said she had clothes here, but where were they? What drawers held what? “I just don’t remember ok! Hell if I know why.” Cecilia always liked to know. One of her favorite phrases was I-Told-You-So. She needed to do something. But she didn’t know what to do.
Tony sighed and tried to calm down. Yelling at her wouldn't solve anything, even if it might feel good. Usually he was the one screwing up in her eyes and this time he couldn't be blamed for whatever was going on.
"Jarvis," Tony said into the air. "Please show Cecilia her clothes."
In response a section of the wall slid away and revealed his wife's walk in closet. Maybe that would start to help her remember.
Cecilia sighed and tried to finger-comb her hair briefly – her ring got caught in the tangle – before disappearing into the closet for a few moments. She was still trying to wrap her brain around the fact that she had a daughter. The idea made her faintly nauseous. But brain-troubles or no, Cecilia was still a quick dresser and re-appeared back into the bedroom a minute or two later. “Tony-” She paused. She didn’t like feeling awkward.
“My- our, daughter.” Another pause. Cecilia resisted the urge to rub one foot against the back of her calf. “How old is she? What’s her name?” Lord knew Cecilia didn’t want to upset the girl.
Tony began to realize that something really was seriously wrong with Cecilia. She would never forget their daughter, she wouldn't carry a joke on this long. The idea was slightly unsettling.
"Alyssa is four," Tony said, going over to the dresser and getting a frame and handing her the picture. It was of all three of them at the zoo. They were actually all smiling. "That was taken a few months ago."
Cecilia wasn’t much of a joker to begin with. She was very practical, and very proud. That something may have wrong in her own mind was more disturbing than the idea that she’d gotten married to Tony. And though she took the picture, and stared at it, she felt no sense of recognition. Nothing that said definitely, decisively, mine about the little girl in it. Though that was certainly herself and Tony there as well.
“She looks happy. Healthy.” Knowing herself, she’d probably had fits every time the child – Alyssa – had so much as a cough. Cecilia could see hints of her own parents in the girl. “Is she… is she here? Am I supposed to…” She didn’t know the routines, the habits.
Tony wanted to snap and say that no, the girl lived in a box in the street, but refrained from saying anything. Something was definitely wrong with Cecilia and while they hadn't had an ideal marriage, Tony had at least loved her once. And they both loved Alyssa.
"She's in her room, either sleeping still or watching TV," he told her. "And you don't have to do anything, although I suggest you refrain from letting her know you don't remember her."
“Duh.” Cecilia rubbed at her eyes and put the picture back on the dresser. “I mean, yes. Right.” There was no point in baiting Tony. Even if she had no idea what she’d seen in the man. “But… I do want to see her.” Even if Cecilia didn’t remember, she did want to see her daughter. Though her common sense was telling her that was a very stupid thing to do. Cecilia had no idea how Alyssa would expect her to act. What was normal Madre-Cecilia behavior? And Tony had said she had a job. … hopefully she wasn’t expected today.
Tony crossed his arms and eyed Cecilia carefully for a moment. He didn't want to see Alyssa hurt, but maybe seeing her daughter would bring his wife around?
"Alright, let's go see Alyssa," he said with a sigh. "And then we should get you checked out. Maybe you hurt your head or something like that. Forgetting several years of your life is not something you should be experiencing."
“I know. And you have no idea how unnerving it is.” The thing being, Tony said she’d gone to bed with him the previous night, and if she remembered then, her ‘condition’ developed sometime that night. Serious brain trauma didn’t usually display symptoms at such a delayed timeframe and –
She’d analyze herself later. First she was going to see her daughter. “Lead the way?” She had no idea where anything was in the place.
Tony nodded before giving her another worried glance. Instinctively he reached out and gave her hand a quick squeeze.
"I know things haven't been great between us for a while," he confessed. "But we'll figure this out."
Without waiting for a reply Tony stepped through their bedroom door and moved down the hall towards their daughter's room.
"Rawrrrr! Here comes Hulk, looking for little girl to tickle!" Tony shouted, stomping as he walked. From a room at the end of the hall came a loud squeal and a burst of giggles.
Cecilia was half tempted to ask ‘And how long is a while?’ But Tony was gone and there was girly squeaking and she couldn’t help but grin a little. So maybe there was a lot to be desired from Tony, but Alyssa seemed to like him. She waited a few seconds before going in herself to see Alyssa and Tony rolling around attempting to tickle each other.
Would Alyssa know Spanish? Cecilia figured she would have taught her daughter Spanish. “Mija,” daughter, “what’s this that’s going on?”
“Mama! He was supposed to be the Hulk but Papa isn’t green anymore!” Alyssa was on her back, staring at Cecilia upside down.
Tony smiled up at his wife and wondered if maybe this meant that she remembered everything. A clean start between them would have been nice, but Tony would never put their daughter through anything like that.
"If I'm sometimes gray or blue why can't I be normal colored too?" Tony asked, just before he blew a raspberry on the girl's stomach, making her squeal and squirm. When Alyssa smiled she reminded Tony so much of her mother.
"Save me Mama," the girl cried out. "Save me!"
Cecilia thought only for a moment – she wasn’t sure what a ‘normal’ response was supposed to be in this situation – before going on impulse. This was supposed to be fun. So she kicked off her shoes and went to ‘tackle’ Tony off Alyssa. “Fiend! Monster! For shame! Blowing raspberries on little girls tummies!” This was all very melodramatic. “Worry not mija, I am here to rescue you!”
“Mama! You don’t have a magic sword!”
Tony laughed as Cecilia "tackled" him off their daughter. God, they hadn't laughed this much together in forever. Alyssa joined the pile up, crawling on top of them.
"I'm the winner," she declared before flopping down on both of them. Tony caught his wife's eye and raised an eyebrow, a silent inquiry if any of this was bringing back any memories.
Cecilia was not an expert at Tony-Reading, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was trying to ask – especially without alerting Alyssa. Cecilia shook her head minutely. No. She didn’t remember.
And it broke her heart a little. Great. She was getting sentimental. “Oh not for long!” Cecilia rolled slightly – probably to the detriment of Tony’s solar plexus – and wrapped herself around Alyssa. Playtime was not to last forever though. Alyssa had music lessons and soccer practice and playtime with a neighbor boy.
And Cecilia needed to get a catscan or something. And it was annoying that she had to follow Tony everywhere, because damned if she knew where anything was in this place – or hell, this section of town. “What I can’t figure out is how something could affect me like this, and have the cause not be obvious. I have a force-field, things hitting me in the head won’t do it, and since I was apparently fine last night, it should be something from then. It just doesn’t happen for no reason – and I’ve had catscans before, nothing ever turned up.” This was more typical behavior for Cecilia – there was a problem, and now she was trying to hash her way to a cause and a solution. Except the cause wasn’t forthcoming.
"I don't know either," Tony confessed to her. He was just as puzzled as her, which bothered him. He was a genius, one of the smartest men in the world. And Cecilia herself was a brilliant doctor. This was something they should be able to figure out.
"What if it's not physical then?" he asked. "What if it's psychological? I mean... I wouldn't blame you if you so badly wished you weren't married to me that you just forgot about it completely in some sort of... severe psychological reaction."
“If that were the case, I’d have forgotten about my father’s death and the first two years of college. Not to mention more near-death experiences than I care to recall.” Something wasn’t adding up here. But damned if Cecilia could figure out what it was. “… and I like Alyssa. Why would I forget her?” Cecilia really wanted to ask, how was our marriage so bad that I’d want to forget it? But it was currently moot point.
“Well, it could be worse. Could be aliens.” Which was Cecilia’s version of optimism.
Tony nodded, only slightly pacified with the statement that if nothing else, she wouldn't forget Alyssa. Which was true, Cecilia loved their daughter. Loved her enough not to leave Tony.
"Then they only other option I can think of is magic," Tony suggested. It was hardly an ideal suggestion though. "I hate magic."
Cecilia wrinkled her nose in distaste. She didn’t like magic either. The universe was not supposed to be messed with like that. And her brain wasn’t either. “In lineau of having to try to find a magic-user – like it’s that hard around here? – lets see if it’s medical. Lord, in the light of it possibly being magically oriented, I hope it’s medical.” And not caused by something like Elder Gods attempting to come in through the third floor toilet.