#moonfic

Marc laid in bed alone, constantly looking over at the empty spot next to him. You hadn’t come home that night after Khonshu asked to use you for a “special mission”.

All he told Marc was that you were to arrive in Cairo by yourself the morning before. He sat up trying to keep his mind off of the fact that you could very well be in danger. The rubix cube could only do so much.

Marc? You don’t reckon that we should go to Cairo too? He heard Steven say nervously.

Looking over at the fish tank, he could see Steven staring at him.

“No. The bird said that we have to stay in London. Unfortunately, we just have to wait.” He said sharply. Marc knew that came out a little too rough. “Sorry, just.. anxious.”

S’alright, mate. Steven said. He’s protecting them at least, yeah?

“He promised that. Never know with him.” Marc replied

We just have to wait like you said. Steven said before disappearing. Now Marc felt alone. He was about to go crazy if he couldn’t hold you soon.

Just as he was about to get up and do something productive, Marc heard a thump against the front door. It wasn’t anything unusual, since they all lived in a shady area. He just had to be sure someone wasn’t trying to break in.

Grabbing a knife from the kitchen, he walked over slowly to the door and opened it suddenly. There was no one standing directly in front of him until he looked down. On the floor, your body was slumped over covered in bruises and blood stained your jeans and shirt.

This threw Marc into a panic. Not just Marc, but Steven and Jake too.

“Baby. Baby!” He fell on the ground and picked your shoulders up. “Baby! Wake up, Sweetheart!”

He looked around to see if anyone happened to be in the hallway. When he noticed it was just the both of you, he picked you up and took you inside.

He laid you on your shared bed and he began to undress you and searched for open wounds, and to check how bad the damage was. While he was running around you began to come to. You were slightly confused when you realized where you were.

“Marc?” You whimpered weakly. “Steven? Jake?”

When Marc had heard your plea for them in the bathroom, he rushed over to you.

“Baby, it's okay. We’re here, It’s okay.” He grabbed your face as you began to sob “What happened, y/n? You have to tell me where it hurts.”

“The mission. There were too many” You weeped. This broke their heart. Why the fuck did Khonshu make you do this alone.

Marc stood up, and began screaming.

“Khonshu! You piece of shit bird! Where are you!” He yelled towards the ceiling. A black cloud appeared in the corner of the living area and then a figure was seated on the lounge chair.

Marc Spector, I do not appreciate being spoken to in such a manner! You hear the figure say. You knew it was Khonshu speaking.

“You!” Marc ran up to the chair angrily. “You were supposed to protect them!”

I promised to protect no one! The bird replied. This mission was not under my jurisdiction. I was only the messenger.

“Not under your jurisdiction? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He asked, throwing his arms into the air.

You sat up in the bed, holding an arm around your ribcage. Definitely a broken rib or two.

“He means that this mission wasn’t involving him.” You say, making Marc turn towards you. You could tell that he was wildly confused by the whole situation.

He rushed to your side and pulled you into his lap. You looked so broken. Cuts and bruises covered your arms and shoulders. It brought tears to his eyes and when you noticed it made you cry in return.

“Please, y/n, tell me what happened.” He choked out through a sob. You had never seen him like this before. He was always so stoic in tough situations.

“It was..” You looked at Khonshu to get approval. When he nodded, you went on. “It was Ma’at..”

“Ma’at? The goddess of Order?” Marc spoke. Steven must have been feeding him the information.

“I thought she already had an avatar?” He asked towards Khonshu.

No longer. They perished last week. His voice replied from the same area of the flat as before.

“So you send my partner?!” Marc was beginning to become angry again.

I did not send them, Marc. Ma’at requested their presence. Khonshu stood and moved towards the both of you. Marc looked to you for an answer.

“It’s true… She requested I be her new avatar.” You spoke weakly.

He could feel your body becoming heavier. He held you closer to his chest.

“Marc…” You forced out. “I don’t think I can hold on.”

“Wh-what?” He stuttered as he grabbed your face. “Baby, what do you mean?”

“I love you..” You continued. “Tell Steven and Jake too.”

The last thing you remember is Marc shaking you and crying, then darkness.

Y/n. Awaken.

Awake and Rise.

You open your eyes to a bright light in an unfamiliar room. After adjusting, you look around and notice that you are sitting in a library. You look down and see your clothes have been replaced with academic looking one.

The door beside you opens and shuts. A tall woman stands there, waiting for a response.

“Ma’at?” You look quizzically. “Where am I?”

My study. I have been waiting for you.  She grimaced slightly. I’m sorry it had to happen this way.

“What do you mean?” You began to really look around and notice Marc was no longer by your side. “Where is Marc?”

He is in the mortal realm, along with your body. She spoke as if this was a casual thing. You began to panic.

“Am I dead?” You spoke calmly despite your mind going a million miles per minute.

No. You are asleep. Your conscience is just elsewhere. She explained. I need your assistance, y/n.

“But Marc! And Jake, and Steven? How will they know?” You began to cry.

I left Khonshu with instructions to explain. She happily said.

Great because that will go over well. Khonshu wasn’t the best at explaining certain situations. You could only hope that the boys would be okay until you returned to them. 

Ma’at motioned you to follow her to a corner of her study. It was a big room, bigger than you have ever seen before. You walk behind her waiting for an explanation on what she needed. When she finally stops in front of a shelf, she reaches for a scroll.

This scroll contains the answer of social balance. She begins. I need you to search for 3 items.

“Just 3 items…” You repeat. “Surely I can have Marc help right?”

Incorrect. You must do this yourself. You begin to protest after she starts. Do not disobey me. I will not hesitate to punish you.

“I can’t accept this. I need to talk to Marc!” You gasp. “Please, I need to think about this!”

It is too late. If you return to your body now, you will pass on.

This made you think. You want to return to your boys, but not in your current state. Nodding your head, you agree to take on the task Ma’at has given you. 

The 3 items were in the walls of the study, but as Ma’at further explained the situation you realize that the items were hidden amongst the scrolls and books spread around the room. Most of the scrolls were in ancient egyptian, but thank god Steven had given you a lesson once or twice.

You begin your research by reading the initial scroll Ma’at pulled out. It was long but you were willing to read it. Anything to get back home to your boys, who were undoubtedly freaking out.

Marc held your body close to him as he sobbed into your hair. How could this happen, you were just here. You were just sitting up and talking. How could you be gone?

He looked up at Khonshu who was staring quietly at them. He didn’t move, just watched Marc come undone in front of him.

“What are you looking at?” Marc spat. “Got something to say?”

They are not dead, Marc Spector. He began. Just in a deep sleep.

“A deep sleep?” He laughed. “You fucking call this a deep sleep!”

He pulled away from your body to take a closer look at you. You looked so peaceful. It took him a moment to notice that your chest was still rising and falling. Marc looked into the fish tank reflection to see Steven staring.

They’re not dead. Then where are they? He asked innocently. This made Marc look back up at Khonshu.

“Where are they, Khonshu?” He wiped the tears from his face and waited for the God to reply.

They are in Ma’at’s study. She has a mission that only they, as her avatar, can complete.

“Why can’t we help?” He questioned. “Why couldn’t we both go?”

She only requested y/n. He sighed. I do not need you idiots wrapped up in another God’s business.

Marc and Steven could only sit there and watch you as you breathed slowly. Within an hour or two, Marc had laid you on the bed in a comfortable position and kept a close eye on you. He began to disinfect your wounds, and wrap your torso up.

Steven fronted at some point and just laid with you. He couldn't help but wonder when you would come to them. If you would ever come back to them.

He kissed your forehead and whispered about how much he missed you, about how they all had missed you.

When it was Jake’s turn to front, all he did was sit there and planned his revenge. Who would ever dare touch you in such a manner.

He would get them. All of them. For now, his concern was you. Moving you every so often so your bones wouldn’t stiffen up.

After two days passed, Marc had begun to worry. Surely you would have woken up by now. He went through the many books that Steven had to do his own research on Ma’at, but it was all the same information.

Nothing on what she might need you for. He was going to get to the bottom of this. Even if it took him the rest of his life.

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