100 Theme Challenge #96

96. Sweet

"She said she knew me before!" The stranger growled at his companion while he continued to stare down at me, his hands digging into my shoulders. I threw a panicked look at my coworker and tried to push him away, but he didn't bulge.

"You're hurting me," I said, kicking his shin for him to let me go. He stumbled back, but from his free will, not because of my hit. He looked at the other stranger, setting his jaw. I didn't know them, I never saw them before, and they just barged in the drugstore as if they owned the place and latched onto me. I only had one second to think the man was attractive before his hands closed on me, and I was shaken so hard I thought I was going to cry when I didn't seem to have the effective reaction for them.

"You don't recognize me?" He kept asking me, almost frenetic, and I kept shaking my head, regretting there weren't more customers to help me out. My coworker, the cashier, was younger than me and probably hadn't any more clue of what was going on than I did.

"Fuck, what are we going to do?" He muttered, turning his back to me. The woman sighed.

"You're frightening her, calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down, she told me she knew about me before we even met. She lied to me."

I frowned. Who was 'she' supposed to be? "Could I have an explanation please? Why am I supposed to know you?"

"What's your name?" The man asked me instead, and I pointed at my nametag with a roll of my eyes. I was getting more and more annoying, after my first fright falling down. And I didn’t appreciate being pushed around.

"Inès… How come they look the same but don't have the same name?" He kept talking as If I wasn't here to witness it all.

"I don't know, John, but perhaps it's not the best idea to discuss of this here," the woman cautiously replied. She had the same good looks than John who was fuming for no apparent reason.

"Fine, then you're coming with us," he commanded me, and I frowned.

"No way, I don't know you and I'm working, there's no way I'm following random strangers," I protested, slowly backing off towards the emergency button of my cosmetics stand. My coworker was frozen into place and wouldn't be the one to save me, even though she was protected by the counter. I was surprised to see John actually smirked at me, his features softening, and I had to slowly exhale at the rush of attractiveness.

"You're just like her. Come with us, and I'll explain everything to you."

He seemed sincere, and I did have a sense of recognition with him. Maybe I once saw him and had a dream with his face in there; I couldn't put my finger on it. I didn't think any of them would hurt me, past that small incident at the beginning. I sighed and told them to wait before I went up to my friend.

"You're going with them, after he yelled in your face?"

I shrugged. "I don't think they mean me harm. Besides, I have my cellphone, and he's kind of cute, so…"

It was her turn to sigh. "Fine. I'll make up an excuse for you. Go now."

"Don't worry about  me, I have a feeling I'll be just fine," I smiled one last time at her and returned to the two strangers who escorted me outside.

"Where are we going? And who is that woman you keep comparing me with?"

We stopped at a car, slick and bright red, and John motioned for me to hop in. I didn't budge.

"Tell me, or I'm not going with you."

He groaned as the woman, whose name was still unknown, climbed in with a chuckle. He dug his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, looking for the right words.

"She was my fiancé. She… died a long time ago." He struggled a bit to say that out loud.

"And I'm supposed to look like her?"

"You're supposed to be a younger, identical version of her. We looked everywhere for you, and now you don't remember a damn thing and won't get in the bloody car."

He was getting mad again, his mouth set in a frown, but it didn't help in the matter. How could I  be identical to his lost lover? It was absurd. Orphan Black's theory wasn't real.

"How can this be?" I muttered, but he gestured at the opened door, and I went in after another sigh.

"It's pretty simple, hun. Have you ever heard of time traveling and reincarnation?" The ginger woman said from behind the wheel. She started the car after John took his seat.

"Of course I did, but I never thought this was real."

"You don't believe it until you can bite your teeth in it," John muttered under his breath, but I still heard him.

"So what, I'm the reincarnation of your lover, but how could I remember you, I didn't know you existed fifteen minutes ago."

He turned around in his seat to face me, a small smile gracing his lips.

"Because we always were connected throughout our lives. And yes, I know it's cheesy, but I've waited long enough for you, and you'll understand once you get all your memories back."

I frowned, still not believing him totally. This would be quite an imaginative story, if it wasn't true.

"So you're bringing me to the TARDIS or what?"

They both chuckled.

"We've got something much better," John replied.

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'Cause it's always a great idea to follow random people, even if they're cute.