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The day had felt… off. Not that any day had felt particularly good over the last two years. But it had all slipped into a normal routine.
Y/N spent most nights at the Sanctum, Mordo had allowed her to keep the bedroom she once shared with Stephen, and take on duties as the second master of the Sanctum as she learned more. While at first it hurt to be there, over time it was comforting. Being surrounded by his things almost felt like he’d be back. Almost.
She spent most of her days at the Illuminati headquarters, continuing her various responsibilities and assisting Professor Xavier as needed. On her rare days off she tended to find herself practicing at Kamar-Taj, spending time with her family at the X-Mansion, or teaching classes for the students there.
Kamar-Taj had proved to be useful. Beyond learning their form of eldritch magic, she found their techniques and meditation had helped her gain better control over her own powers.
But today of all days, she had time off and she just lounged around the Sanctum, in particular on a couch by the front window that faced the large statue of her late parter. Mordo was gone for the day, and something compelled her to just stay put. An odd feeling she couldn’t shake no matter what she tried to do.
Two forms had come up to the statue, obviously studying it closely though most of them remained hidden to her from that angle. It wasn’t unusual for tourists and fans alike to do so, but something about the way they stood there so long unnerved her. With Mordo out for the day, defending the Sanctum fell to her.
Quickly tugging her boots on and snatching her sling ring from the coffee table, she heads to the front door and tugs it open. Taking a step onto the porch she stands in her most intimidating stance, “Is there a reason you’ve been on our grounds for ten minutes? This is sacred grounds, take your photos and leave.”
“I know these grounds fairly well actually,” a familiar voice says, a chill running up her spine as a man steps away from the statue and into her line of sight.
“I- Stephen?” She asks breathlessly, her chest aching painfully as the nearly identical version of her dead lover stands before her. “Y-you’re dead.”
“Stephen?” he questions and gestures at the statue. “You know me then? I’m not that guy obviously, but we need your help.”
“You’re his variant,” she states flatly, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. “From another universe.”
“Yeah, you know the Multiverse?” He asks as he takes another step toward her, a teenage girl following behind him. “Honestly that makes this a hell of a lot easier to explain and maybe you can actually help us.”
Closing her eyes for a moment, she takes a deep breath then beckons them forward, “Come in, we can talk.”
Heading back into the Sanctum without looking back, she makes a sharp turn and slumps into a chair in a sitting room off the foyer.
Stephen and the teenager follow shortly after, both looking at her curiously as they each take a seat.
Her fingers dig into the arms of the chair as her eyes flicker between the two of them.
“Are you… alright?” The teenager asks.
“I… I’m not sure, I’m sorry,” she offers her a small smile. “I wasn’t expecting the dead to rise again today so to speak. I finally get one day off from all the crazy shit, and this,” she gestures vaguely at them.
“Do you want a hug Y/N?”
Y/N’s brows rise immediately as she regards the teenager, “Do we know each other?”
“Well not this you, but I know you in other universes,” she explains. “We’ve been friends in all the universes I’ve met you in, I’m America by the way.”
“You know other variants of me?”
“A few yeah, you’ve helped me before. Well the two of you have helped me before,” she grins looking back toward Stephen.
“I have heard the two of us run into one another in many universes,” Y/N chuckles. “For better or for worse I suppose.”
“Well the last one I ran into he completely messed it up and you’d dumped him, but the one before that you two were married and had kids.”
Y/N’s smile strains at her words, eyes dropping to the tile, “I see. Well unfortunately my Stephen has passed, and I’m probably not as useful for helping people who hopped universes as him. But tell me what you need?”
“Do you know who Wanda is?” Stephen asks, leaning forward in his seat.
“Maximoff? Yes, she’s retired. And I’d prefer she stay that way, her father is enough drama to deal with.”
“Father?”
“Magneto, Erik. He causes enough issues for the X-Men, and it’s my primary job to assist and help Professor Xavier.”
“X-Men? People from that Xavier Institute?”
Y/N nods slowly and crosses her arms, “It appears you don’t know much about any of that, so we’ll leave that bit there. Just continue on.”
As the two continue on explaining their predicament and how they ended up in this universe, Y/N sighs heavily, “You aren’t safe here. You aren’t safe anywhere if she has the Darkhold.”
“What do you mean by that?” Stephen asks, his eyes searching hers.
“The Darkhold is… it has… She was right before, she was being reasonable compared to what she can do. More than likely she’s going to Dreamwalk now to get you.”
“Dreamwalk?”
“Taking over the body of one of your variants in another universe for a short time. While they’re in the body they can feel, speak, and act as if they were actually there. It’s incredibly dangerous, and it causes incursions. She could destroy both yours and our universe with it.”
“And exactly that has happened before,” a forth voice says, accompanied by the sound of footsteps entering the room. Mordo appears looking grim and carrying a tray of tea. “I saw we had guests, and brought tea.”
“Mordo, I didn’t know you were home,” Y/N says scrambling to her feet to grab the tray from him and gives him a nervous smile.
“I wasn’t meant to be, I finished early. You should have called me Y/N,” he scolds and pulls the tray from her to hand each of them a cup.
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“There is a variant of Strange sitting in our foyer, and we have a witch preparing to Dreamwalk into our universe. You shouldn’t be handling this alone,” he says firmly before pressing a cup into her hands and gently pushing her back into her seat.
Taking a seat himself, he turns to their guests with a smile, “I apologize for the tense entry, the Multiverse is a delicate subject, and I try to keep her out of that level of danger. Your other self demanded it, my brother.”
Stephen looks at him cautiously, “My other self demanded you keep her safe, so you do?”
“Of course, she’s trouble but he was quite fond of her. We all are,” he chuckles as Y/N rolls her eyes.
“So you’re the master of this Sanctum here?”
“Sorcerer Supreme, after our Strange passed.”
Taking another sip of her tea, Y/N starts to feel a buzzing in her head. Looking across at Stephen she notices his face starting to droop and America’s eyes fighting to stay open next to him. Looking down at the tea, she suddenly notices the flecks of green in it, “MOR-!” She tries to shout before she collapses from her chair to the ground as she hears people scuffling around her.
-
“Christine fucking let them out!” Y/N snarls as she walks into the lab smoothing her robes. “They’ve done nothing wrong and you know it.”
“Y/N I know you’re… heavily invested. But Doctor Strange is dangerous.”
A low growls emits from her as she grits her teeth and glances back at the sorcerer staring through the glass at her, “No. He isn’t. This one hasn’t even done anything. He’s trying to save a fucking child and he’s still dangerous?”
“They’re all dangerous Y/N, you know that. You need to calm down or I will call for Professor Xavier,” Christine threatens as she takes a step closer.
“Why? Am I dangerous too? Go ahead and say it, I’ve been told enough times that the freak mutant is dangerous,” she seethes. “If it’s what you’re saying, say it, to my face this time.”
“Y/N?”
The voice calling her name immediately turns her attention towards the glass and she steps away from Christine to face him.
“Let’s not hurt anybody, I just want to get out of here and find a way to save the kid. Wanda will come here, and she’s going to kill all of us to get to her,” he says as calmly as he can, his voice bringing her in closer until she stands right in front of his glass prison.
“I-I’m sorry,” she mutters. “I’m taking this seriously. I want to get you out of here.”
“You should probably not be in here,” Christine says after a moment, flinching slightly at the glare directed her way. “You’re easily influenced by him.”
“Yeah well, this one likes you better anyway,” she mutters, crossing her arms tightly across her body. “Don’t even think he knows me.”
“The Doctor Strange of this universe… he dated both of you?” Stephen asks.
“Dated is a strong word for our back and forth for years, a long time ago,” Christine answers before gesturing at Y/N. “She can tell you more than that.”
“We’d been together six years when you died,” Y/N admits quietly, looking down at the ground. “We lived together at the Sanctum. Talked about getting married and having kids and… shit it doesn’t matter.” She roughly wipes at her eyes as she feels tears forming.
“I’m sorry,” he replies gently, kneeling down to be closer to her as she turns to look at him.”He sounds like he had an easier time talking about those things than I do.”
Y/N snorts at that, stifling a laugh, “Took him a long time to get to that. Hell he spent an entire year making eyes at me and vehemently denying it instead of making any kind of move. But he got there.”
She reaches down to her robes and grabs her sling ring, holding up the inscription to the glass for him to see, “This sort of thing was more his style than speaking about it.”
Swallowing hard as he reads the inscription, he looks back to the woman holding it. While earlier she must have been holding back, she now exudes magical energy. “So you’re a Sorcerer and a mutant? What are your powers?”
“You and Mordo have taught me some eldritch. But my power primarily lies in a mixture of psychic magical powers that tends to make most people nervous when I first explain them,” she says with a small grin.
“Can I see an example? Doesn’t look like I’m going anywhere anytime soon.”
She looks at him for a moment before nodding, “Keep calm though. I don’t want you going into shock. Some do the first time.”
“Y/N is this really appropriate?” Christine huffs from her desk. “He’s currently a prisoner.”
“I’m not letting him out, and you’ve all insisted he has to sit around until the full panel is ready to see him. I don’t see why not.”
Stephen looks up to Christine who sighs in response, then back down at Y/N, “So you’re going to shock me or something?”
“Oh nothing like that, nothing painful. Just surprises some people. Though I’d imagine you’ve used an astral form so you should be fine.”
“What does my astral-”
Before he can finish the sentence he feels a ringing in his head, forcing him to close his eyes tightly as it gets louder.
Once it finally ceases, he opens his eyes to see himself in a slightly different version of his bedroom at the Sanctum, Y/N sits on the bed studying him closely.
“Think what you want to say, don’t say it out loud. If you speak it, everyone around our bodies will hear. If you think, only I will hear.”
“Where are we?” He asks, also taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I mean this is my bedroom, but it’s not is it?”
“It’s not,” she confirms, flopping back on the mattress with a sigh. “This is my main power I suppose. We’ve called it creating pocket psychic dimensions. Allows us to talk in private and or across long distances. Also amplifies my other abilities and lets me control most things here since I created it.”
“Is it always in here?”
“No, it’s my comfort place, and I assumed if it looks anything like yours then it would be comforting to you. I could put us nearly anywhere. I’ve used it to replicate a battlefield and trick people before, fairly useful.”
“Fascinating,” he mumbles, looking around the room before looking back down at her. “You’re fascinating.”
Y/N’s eyes widen and she turns her head away in embarrassment, “Apologies. You look and sound so much like him. I still… react.”
Stephen nods understandingly and reaches out to pat her head gently, “How long has he been gone?”
“Two years,” she all but whispers. “Two very long years.”
“You really loved him,” he says, a sad smile on his face.
“Do we know each other in your universe? You didn’t seem to recognize me earlier so I assumed not.”
“We don’t,” he confirms, letting her take his hand in hers to examine his scars. “Few know about the Xavier school at all, I’ve only heard in passing, they keep to themselves. Mutants either aren’t that prevalent or hide well.”
“I see. Makes me wonder if I’m a mutant at all there. Assumed I was in all universes. Comforting to know maybe in one I was normal.”
“You don’t want to be? I don’t know the full extent of your powers, but pocket psychic dimensions sounds rather powerful. And you’ve done all this and seem hardly bothered by maintaining it.”
“In this universe we’re hated and hunted. Not openly, they’re supposed to leave us alone now. There’s been laws passed that they aren’t just allowed to kill us. But any mutant determined to be dangerous can be captured. Meaning any mutant they feel like. They have collars that dampen our powers and shock us. Throw us in cells we can’t break free from, test all manner of shit on us in the name of ‘science.’ Most people are disgusted by us or just avoid us in general. Hell, Stephen fired at least five scientists from the labs for making nasty comments about me or Charles. You just get used to being detested after it’s been that way your entire life, but… you sorta hope for more.”
“That’s… fucking awful,” he responds with a long blink, trying to process it all. “You’ve been…?”
She shifts in the bed to pull down the collar of her robes to reveal the scars on her neck,“Mhm. I was dangerous. I am wildly dangerous according to many people.” Her eyes drift shut at the words.
“Apparently they think I am as well,” he comments, finding himself leaning forward to brush his fingertips across her scars with his free hand. “Yet you don’t?”
“I think we both have the ability to be insanely dangerous,” she answers, her eyes flickering open for a moment to meet his. “If you’re anywhere near the level of power my Stephen had, we could level a small country and make it back in time for lunch. The point being we wouldn’t do that.”
“You trust me,” he states simply, enjoying the smile that curls on her lips.
“You were one of the first non-mutant people to trust me. Or he was. However you want to say it,” she admits. “Looked at me like I wasn’t some freak. Called my powers fascinating, wonderful, unique. Helped me learn to better control them. Became my best friend then the man I loved. You believed in me, and I’ll always believe in Doctor Strange, even if you aren’t the exact man I knew. Your mind and energy feel like him. So yes. I trust you.”
“I don’t know you… but I feel as if I do,” he replies, letting his hand drift to her shoulder. “I think I had dreams of you.”
“That would make sense, dreaming of your multiversal self. Me and him were together often.”
Letting himself drop back on the bed beside her, he stares up at the familiar canopy, “I really have to save this kid.”
“I know,” she responds, her fingers tracing over his scars. “You’re terrified. Wanda nearly beat you once and you know she’ll be back soon.”
“You got all of that out of what I’ve said?” He asks curiously.
“No, when we do this your mind is shared with me. I try to block out most things that aren’t direct words toward myself. But I can feel your fear.”
“That’s nice to be told after the fact, I could have been thinking about anything,” he teases.
“Like I said, I try to ignore it. Unless you’d been screaming something in your mind most would pass by when I’m not actively trying. At least now. Wasn’t always the case before.”
“I have a random question, but I’m not sure if I’m going to get an angry answer.”
“Is that you inviting me to pull it out of your head?”
“Why is it so tense between you and Christine?”
Her hand stills on his for a moment as she flashes him a look, “I’m not sure about your universe, but here generally you don’t get along with your partner’s ex that swimmingly. Usually.”
“Just that?”
“I just… she… advised him from getting close to me.”
“Because they were still close?”
“Not exactly. I overheard it, she said it’s because of me. That she thinks I’m a good person, but that I’m too dangerous and have unstable powers that I don’t even fully understand. That getting close to me was inviting something bad to happen to him. Then she turns around and starts calling all Doctor Strange’s dangerous. She doesn’t trust me, and once she stopped trusting you, you were dangerous. It’s nothing to do with ability and all to do with trust. She just gets under my skin because of it. I don’t think she’s a bad person, and she’s working to keep this universe safe, I just personally have a hard time getting along with her.”
Stephen hums in response, taking in the moment around him. One of the most powerful beings he’d come into contact with was practically breathing down his neck. He’s in a different universe. He’s been trapped in a cell to be brought before an unknown panel to judge his fate.
Yet here he lays in a replica of his bedroom in some temporary pocket dimension, on the bed with the partner of a deceased variant of himself, just idly lounging and enjoying her touch as if they’d done it a hundred times. As if all hell wasn’t about to rain upon them.
“I like this,” he admits after a moment. “It’s… peaceful.”
“Me too,” she responds, releasing his hand and rolling onto her side to look at him. “I’ve only used this for business since my Stephen died. Forgot how relaxing it is when you’re comfortable. Your mind and energy are very relaxing, always have been.”
“Not sure how, I don’t feel very relaxed that often.”
“Yet you nearly instantly relaxed the minute you opened your eyes in here.”
“Do you think your power works across universes?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe? Why?” She slowly lays her hand on his chest over his heart, relaxing as he nods at the gesture.
“If we all survive this, make it home, and it does; invite me to visit sometimes alright? I could use the break.”
“Deal, I could get used to having you around,” she says softly as her fingertips stroke his chest and send a shiver up his spine.
“Now that… that sounds far more dangerous than anything else I’ve heard recently,” he jokes and leans into her as she presses a kiss to his temple.
“Mhm. Possibly. You have always been my weak spot Stephen. I trust you, and I’ll continue to trust you until you give me a reason not to.”
“I won’t,” he mutters, clearing his throat as he looks down in her eyes with his heart beating rapidly below her palm.
Giving him a sharp smile, she leans into him, “Now, how about we go save the Multiverse wizard of mine?”
Blinking his eyes back open, Stephen finds himself back in the glass prison with several pairs of eyes on him, and the sound of familiar voices arguing.
“That was incredibly reckless Y/N!” Mordo snaps at her in annoyance. “We have no way of knowing if the cuffs work in those dimensions, he could have killed you.”
Y/N shrugs and gives Stephen a smirk, “He’s done nothing to show he would want to hurt me. Besides, it’s insulting you think I’d just let someone kill me in my own domain so easily. You’d have at least known there was a battle going on. Not just our bodies sitting here silently. Also don’t think I’ve just forgotten that little drugging incident Mordo! ”
Mordo pinches the bridge of his nose, “I promised him I would protect you, but you make it very difficult at times Y/N. I knew you weren’t going to cooperate so I had to gave you the tea as well. You were and are safe.”
“I’m not a child, and I don’t need constant supervision.”
“I don’t give you constant supervision, our Strange warned us of his variants showing up. He thought they would be dangerous. Then one does and you immediately attach yourself to his side, take him into a space where I can’t protect you, and become obstinate!” Mordo growls back at her.
“I’m not an idiot, I’m being careful. I didn’t immediately trust him. I can better read people in my dimension, and everything he says is true. He’s not here to do anything nefarious, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He didn’t even come here on purpose.”
“You’re going to get yourself killed and his ghost is going to torment me until the end of time,” he mutters angrily.
“Nah. Don’t worry, if I die I’ll handle him myself,” she grins with the quick tilt of her head. “I can be quite convincing with him.”
“That you are,” Mordo sighs and calls several bots to enter the room. “Strange you will come with me now to face judgement by the Illuminati.”
The glass slowly opens and Stephen descends the steps to be instantly surrounded by the bots, Y/N giving him a reassuring smile.
“I’m coming along,” Y/N insists as Mordo tries to stop her.
“Y/N please just listen. I think it’s best you stay out of this one,” he says gently. “Your mind is trying to deal with his reappearance, you’re going to be hurt more if you go. And I don’t mean physically.”
“It’s my job Mordo, drop it,” she responds, stepping ahead of Stephen and beckoning the bots to follow.
As they enter the room, all eyes seem to focus on the pair of them. A look of sadness seemingly directed to Y/N.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Reed Richards asks firmly.
“Well no, I think this entire thing is ridiculous actually,” she responds with a smirk. “Let’s just let him go so he can save the kid and go on with our lives.”
Richards sighs and shakes his head, “You know that I meant your involvement in these proceedings.”
“She’s an Illuminati member as well Reed,” Xavier says as he enters the room. “This is where she’s meant to be.” He gestures for her to come stand beside him.
“Wait you’re part of this panel?” Stephen asks as she walks away to take her place beside Charles.
“Has she not fully introduced herself Stephen?” Charles chuckles and gestures to Y/N. “Y/N Y/L/N, master of psychic magic and pocket dimension creation. Apprentice and successor to Charles Xavier on the Illuminati board of maintaining universal peace. Head of security division for the Illuminati. Recent master of the mystic arts pledged to Kamar Taj and second master of the New York Sanctum. Part time teacher at the Xavier Institute. And partner of the late Sorcerer Supreme, one Stephen Strange.”
Y/N takes an awkward bow, obviously flustered, “You build me up far more than I deserve Charles.”
“You’re an impressive woman, you have your titles because you earned them. And he deserves to know who’s going to be fighting so staunchly for him.”
“She is impressive, exceedingly so,” Stephen calls out, sending a smile her way.
“Don’t flirt with her,” Captain Carter snaps at him, his gaze moving to her. “We’re not going to let you prey on her loss.”
“He’s not preying on my loss,” Y/N says, giving the Captain a hard stare. “You know I’m going to stand on his side because I still think the wrong decision was made last time. And as I’ve told Doctor Palmer, this Stephen has done nothing wrong.”
“I’d argue him being here is wrong,” Richards states, earning himself a glare as well.
“I don’t know what you are all talking about, and frankly I don’t care. The Scarlet Witch is on her way here to take that kid’s powers. If she gets her powers, she could destroy the Multiverse. I’m not the threat here,” Stephen says out to the room, taking a step forward. “So just get these cuffs off me, give me my kid back, and let us get on our way.”
“We can handle your witch, it’s you we’re concerned about Doctor Strange,” Richards responds leaning forward.
“No we cant,” Y/N interrupts. “She’s too powerful. She has the Darkhold and she tore through their Kamar-Taj forces like they were children.”
“And you know this how?” Captain Marvel asks, glancing at her.
“I saw it. I took him in a psychic room. He was terrified when thinking about it. Caught glimpses of the wreckage. The two of them barely escaped with their lives.”
Mordo sighs heavily from his seat, “Y/N… you’re getting too attached. We know you carry guilt, but defending this man won’t set back time.”
“Ok what the hell happened to other me?” Stephen finally asks. “Your statue said he died a hero yet all I’ve heard is you all going on about guilt and decisions and danger.”
“Our Doctor Strange turned to the Darkhold seeking answers to defeat Thanos,” Xavier responds. “He didn’t find it. But he did find himself lost to it. By the time he realized what he was doing, he’d caused an incursion that killed everyone in a universe. He turned himself into us. Helped us find another way to defeat Thanos with the Book of Vishanti, then accepted the punishment.”
“You can’t be serious…”
Xavier fixed him with a stare and he feels pressure growing on his brain until a scene plays before his eyes.
Y/N and his variant on the ground on their knees embracing in the ruins of Titan. Tears running down her eyes as he thanks her and she adjusts her grip on him.
Their lips lock and pieces of him seem to disintegrate into the air as their lips move on one another until only Y/N remains.
Her form falling to her hands and screaming, a wave of power destroying the ruins around her as she sobs.
As the vision fades away, his eyes flicker to Y/N who now refuses to look him in the eye, “You… killed me?”
“You insisted. That you had to go, that you couldn’t trust yourself. I fought and fought and fought. You- he… said he wanted to die in my arms, by me. I- I gave him what he asked for. If I didn’t… he’d have found another way,” she explains as her voice cracks and tears well at the corners of her eyes.
“So you all think she’s trying to help me because she feels guilty about having to kill other me?” Stephen asks, receiving mostly silent nods in response.
“Why do I need any other reason than he’s fucking done NOTHING wrong?” Y/N exclaims, stomping her foot in annoyance as she steps out in front of the other members. “I didn’t agree with the other judgement, but at least he’d done something. Now you sit here wanting to convict someone who has done literally nothing, for past mistakes of a different man. I’m fighting for him, the man in front of me, not a ghost like you’re trying to damn him for.”
“We cannot trust him!” Mordo shouts back taking his own step toward Y/N. “Think with your head dammit Y/N! Anything that involves him makes you just lose all sense.”
Y/N’s eyes widen for a moment before narrowing at him and taking a step towards the Sorcerer Supreme with magical energy starting to crackle around her, “I’m not letting you all kill another Stephen. I know I made a promise to him, but I won’t hesitate Mordo. You’ve gotten on my last nerve today.”
“Y/N’s compassion is not a weakness,” Charles states trying to diffuse the situation between the two magic users. “Having a heart and wanting to see the best in people is not a negative. Just because someone stumbles and loses their way, doesn’t mean they’re lost forever.”
Taking a step back from Mordo, Y/N lets her magic drop and looks to the floor, “Excuse my behavior Professor.”
Mordo sighs and sits back in his seat, “I don’t wish to fight with you Y/N, I apologize.”
“So what are we going to-” Captain Carter begins to say before alarms cut her off.
“The building’s been breeched,” Richards states, quickly getting to his feet.
“No shit genius,” Strange mumbles in annoyance, his eyes drifting back to Y/N who looks at him worriedly.
“Mordo you stay here and watch him, the rest of us will handle this,” he continues heading toward the exit.
“More like get yourselves killed!” Stephen yells after him. “You can’t fight her. Her power is beyond what you’ve ever faced, I can assure you that.”
Richards stops for a moment and glances back for a moment in consideration, “Y/N, this sounds like we’re going to need you up front.”
“You can’t be serious!” Stephen seethes, stepping closer to the platform. “If you send her out there she’s going to get killed.”
“Reed, Y/N will go with me. She’s not one of your frontline fighters, that’s not where our powers are needed,” Xavier states simply, causing the man to frown. “We will meet you out there. Go.”
They all race out the door until just Xavier, Mordo, Y/N, and Stephen remain.
“Doctor Strange, you need to get out of here, protect America Chavez, and get to the Book of Vishanti,” Xavier quickly says before turning his chair toward Mordo.
“I- you can’t be serious Charles! We can’t trust this man!”
Seeing the two begin to argue, Y/N slips off the platform silently and grabs Stephen by the cuffs on his wrist, a blue haze surrounds them and they disintegrate into dust at their feet, “Get to America and find Christine, she knows where the tunnel to the book is. We’ll hold him back. Just hurry.”
“Don’t you know where it is? Just come with me,” he whispers urgently, gripping her hands in his.
“We’re about thirty seconds from Mordo realizing I’ve released you. Charles can only distract him so long, my turn to distract him by getting my ass kicked and dragged across the tile is about to come up. Now go,” she hisses back, pressing a kiss to his cheek then shoving him toward the door.
Racing toward the exit, he hears a shout from Mordo quickly followed by the sound of combat. Trying to shake the worry for her from his thoughts, he heads down the first hall that opens up to him. First, find America. Second, find The Book of Vishanti. Third, find out if Y/N made it out of this. One thing at a time.