I almost made myself cry with this one. I'm such a sap.
I don't own Marvel. Does their films lately seem like a giant sap is calling the shots/writing them? Didn't think so.
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The Kamar-Taj library was usually a silent, somber, studious place. A domain with the gravity befitting a magical library in perhaps the most important sorcerer dwelling on earth. Every so often, though, when the place was empty and the head librarian was bored, the rather unexpected rythms of various popular Beyonce songs would ring out in the mystical space, appropriate or not as it'd seem to an outsider.
Of course, this was one of those days, 'Single Ladies' sounding softly from hidden speakers as Wong recategorized ancient tomes and softly hummed to himself, always keeping one eye on the cot in the corner, where the baby daughter of the new Sorcerer Supreme slept peacefully on.
The librarian was not generally a very maudlin sort, but perhaps there is something in new life to lure out feelings from the very best as well as the very worst of humanity. Maybe it was just a natural continuation of a previous thought, when he wondered what the Ancient One would think of this new life, so close to the spot she'd occupied for so long.
The Master Librarian was not the first to ponder the question - every single Sorcerer and Novice at Kamar-Taj had had the thought cross their head at some point, and most of them assumed it was the same with their new leader. The theories were many, but Wong didn't wonder or speculate, not really.
He was sure. Positive, certain, that their old leader would have been honoured to know this new little bundle of light, and would have had so much to teach her. He vowed softly for himself that he'd always be there to instruct in her absence.
Stephen was clever, and he led them well, but he was also so young in the ways of sorcery. Mordo would have been good to have around still, the wise man pondered. Still, he was here, the Cloak of Levitation was never far away - even now, it was draped over the cot - and there were many others. Together, they'd be beyond fine.
He didn't even know how right he was.
The Sanctum was unnaturally silent. Christine and Elice found themselves frowning at the same moment as they stepped over the threshold and nothing greeted them. Not the chatter of random visiting sorcerers, no exhuberant cloak swooping around to say hello and no sound betraying the fact that there was a baby girl somewhere within the walls.
Walking deeper into the sanctum, searching for clues for the uncharacteristic calm, they eventually found Stephen peacefully reading in the library. This was a common sight of late; Stephen reading and watching over his daughter, watched over in turn by the cloak. This time, however, the earths new (well, in comparison to the old - one might even say ancient - one anyway) Sorcerer Supreme was completely unaccompanied.
"Stephen," Christine greeted him, while Elice seemed to be doing some spell or other. "Is Alice sleeping?"
"She's not here," Elice's almost panicked voice cut off whatever reply the sorcerer might have thought to make. "I cannot feel another presence here at all!"
"No, she isn't," Stephen looked down into the book he'd been reading with some focus, "she was kidnapped earlier." At the gasp from the two women he looked up, holding a hand out as if to offer comfort. "Crimson is with her, don't worry."
"Are you searching for a way to get her back?" Elice went to look at the book he was reading, but came away confused, making Christine conclude it was not a book she would have guessed could serve such a purpose.
"Did a... rival sorcerer take her?" the surgeon and mother questioned, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.
Stephen looked between the two women for a moment, seemingly puzzled, before there apparently went up a light for him. "I don't mean literally!" He spoke with some force now, as if the mere thought offended him. "Did you really think I'd be sitting here in that case? What kind of father do you take me for?!" He shook his head, rising.
"Wong has her. As I said, he kidnapped her. He conspired with my cloak... much as I'd rather she were with me, I have little doubt she is entirely safe, happy and will be returned when she's next hungry. Before dinner-time, certainly."
Christine let out a soft, taken-aback laugh and headed for the door. She should have guessed. Leaving Elice to be the annoyed one, the mother and surgeon went to take a bath and a nap. She was too used to the oddities of sorcerers to bode up the energy to be irritated that her baby had been spirited away by magic to another country. They'd give her back.
They did, too; cloak and librarian arriving with food for the grownups and a baby who needed a bottle or her mother, before long. Christine took her baby daughter from everyone magical and went upstairs for some quality time with her favourite tiny human before dinner. She might be a surgeon and promptly back to work, but she was still a devoted mother and she wanted time with her little one.
Until it was time for bed anyway; any willing Kamar-Taj Sorcerer could take her then if they wanted. Well, possibly except Mordo. But as far as Christine knew, he'd never offer anyway.