And here is the ending of Elice's first week back as a doctor-to-be. A reviewer said the first part of this arc reminded them of the 'family means no one is left behind', from Lilo and Stitch, which I think is a lovely association. I might have played with the concept a little tiny bit...
Still don't own Marvel. Or 'Lilo and Stitch' for that matter... (Coincidentally, they're both Disney...)
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There were little lights glittering at the Sanctum when Christine parked up ahead, and she and Elice walked up the steps together. The Doctor had seen her shift end just half an hour after her younger collegue, and so had naturally offered to give her a lift. Which was just the polite thing to do, really, even if she understood that sorcerers could just do that glowy ring circle to get about.
Assuming, of course, that apprentices knew how to do that and Elice could... which Christine did not consider a safe assumption. She had absolutely no idea how hard it was to make bright lights appear in thin air and do stuff for you, but it would make sense if it was not entirely easy.
She was a doctor, at the end of the day. She was used to things worth having not being all that simple to get.
As anyone - and certainly both the women in question - could have guessed, they were met at the door (Elice had her own key, so no waiting about on the doorstep this time) by a hysterically happy Cloak, acting much like an excited puppy today. Elice pointed out peacefully that this tended to change day to day depending on the cloak's mood, which Christine tried not to reflect to closely about, at they both hung their coats up.
Stepping deeper into the Sanctum, they were faced with the unmistakable instrumentals of a Beyonce song about replaceable men, and the not very forgettable sight of a Supreme Sorcerer and a magical librarian arguing about quantum physics over tableful of takeaway-boxes fresh from another part of the planet.
Christine stopped and stared for a moment before following after Elice, who had simply stepped around the older woman and was already reaching for her own takeaway box, considerately set out for her at her usual spot.
It was hours later when Christine looked around the room from her place with her head in Stephen's lap, taking in the scene, that she really reflected on it. Weird as all this was; the takeaway desert from Paris at the coffee table, the books all around them on magic of all things, (she barely even registered the magical cloak draped around her and her boyfriend anymore) as her apparently newly resurfaced former patient and a new intern were playing some very peculiar game with Wong and a few others from Kamar-Taj over by the fire; it was home. She belonged here, absurd as this was, and this odd collection of people were family.
Her family, too, not just Stephen's. She needn't worry about her space in the world; Stephen and her or the baby, because little as her circle had been, she had now been drawn into his, adopted into his magical family, and family means no one gets left behind.
Not even the doctor who cannot even make glovy things appear out of nowhere. Family is family despite all that. And her baby girl would grow up knowing that, and surrounded by all that love, always.