Pairing: JC and Kevin
Words: obliterate; kilt; deception; orchard
He thought he had obliterated the memory, wiped it out of existence, erased it completely, but it came back in the scent of apples and the feel of the late afternoon breeze over his skin.
Kevin jotted a note on his palmtop to call MTI and tell them about the problem. One of the company's catch phrases was, "Your memories will never come back to haunt you!"
Except they had. Were. Whatever the correct word for it was.
He was remembering the Battle of Cullen, feeling the swish of the kilt against his legs, and smelling the overripe apples, falling off the trees and rotting off the ground because there was no one to harvest them, and the taste of JC on his lips, as Kevin pressed against him, the other man backed against one of the trees in the orchard...
Other people went to Memory Transfers, Inc. in order to have the experience of a lifetime. To be someone they were not, to do something they never could in their everyday lives. He had, and it was something that had quickly overshadowed and eclipsed his real life. As spectacular as his normal life was and had been, a fantasy life where he was a warrior and his love another man had been better. All-encompassing. And so he had needed the other service MTI provided -- the ability to wipe any memory as though it had never been.
But the body remembered. And what the body remembered, the mind could eventually reconstruct.
Kevin bowed his greying head, and mourned for a life he could never have, a deception, a trick of technology that had never been real at all.
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