Taylor set on a large round window sill looking out over the courtyard as the rain fell, her fingers moving automatically as she knit together a navy blue hooded scarf. She had a lot to think about for the days to come and what she was planning to do. It was a big step going off world in search of a broth who may or may not even still be alive.

She never thought that she'd even ever be able to go looking for him until the attack on New York, even then she had no way to get to space, but that all changed when she joined the Avengers and met Thor and Vanessa.

She glanced down at the knitting needles in her hands stopping for a moment as she ran thumbs reverently and lovingly over them. They were special to her, only using them on important projects or when she had something to think on. They were a part of her mother's knitting kit, one of the few things that she had taken with her when she had left home.

"Have you made your decision?" The Ancient One walked over to her.

"I have." Taylor looked up from her knitting. "I'm leaving to go search or my brother. Vanessa said that she can get me on a ship from Asgard and Thor agreed with her, from there I'll see what I can find out."

"I wish you luck." The Ancient One stood next to her.

"Why do I sense a but coming along?" Taylor sighed.

"But…" The Ancient One smiled lightly. "I would like you to stay until Stephen's training is complete."

"That could take ages." Taylor pointed out.

"Not as long as you think, he's progressing rapidly." The Ancient One hummed. "He's reaching far beyond what stage most students would be at considering his time here."

"Ancient One, is something coming?" Taylor asked softly.

"Why would you ask that?" The Ancient one asked her.

"I have this feeling of standing on the edge, about to fall." Taylor looked back down at her knitting, counting her stiches. "I at first thought it was about leaving earth, but now with the missing pages and the arrival of Strange, it has gotten worse."

"I cannot pretend to know all that is to come." The Ancient One replied, ignoring the raised eyebrow of Taylor. "But you would be remised if you were to ignore these feelings."

"I thought so." Taylor packed her knitting into a bag at her feet. "I better head off to the library, one of the novices had an accident with the Tome of Talica."

"Nothing to bad I hope." The Ancient One clasped her hands behind herself, a smile tugging at her lips.

"For their sake I hope not." Taylor shouldered her bag. "If they think my reaction is bad wait till Wong gets a hold of them."

"Indeed." The Ancient One Agreed, sharing an amused smile with Taylor before they parted ways.

-0-

Taylor was sitting cross legged on a stone wall with another knitting project going into full swing. It was a pair of knit wool gloves colored red with gold flecks. The Acnient One was watching as two students faced off against each other and Stephen was walking over to her.

"Are those some sort of magic gloves or something?" Stephen asked as he took a seat next to her.

"Nothing outrageous." Taylor held them up. "Like them?"

"Nice." Stephen felt the softness of the wool, looking at the intricate pattern.

"It's a Rhombtwist Pattern, but with fingers." Taylor continued knitting.

"And that symbol in the middle?" Stephen asked.

"Celtic knot of healing." Taylor replied. "It's great for soothing more than healing though."

"They teach you to knit here?" Stephen asked.

"No, my mom taught me." Taylor said.

"Does she know what you do? I mean about being a magician?" Stephen asked.

"She passed away some time ago." Taylor frowned down at her knitting.

"I'm sorry." Stephen said.

"It's alright, she's at peace now." Taylor smiled lightly then handed him the finished gloves. "Wear them at night, they'll help with the pain."

"You made them for me?" Stephen was surprised, not really recalling the last time someone gave him a gift. "Why?"

"Well for one you need them and for another, you've become a real good friend Strange." Taylor nudged him with her shoulder.

"Thank you." Stephen accepted the gift, his lips twitching into a smile.

"Strange, right on time." Mordo commented as he came over to them placing a hand on Taylor's shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. "Master Taylor."

"Master Mordo." Taylor nodded back as Stephen stood up tucking away the gloves gaining Mordo's attention.

"One of Taylor's projects?" Mordo asked Stephen, his hand lingering on Taylor's shoulder.

"Yeah, they're to help with…" He held up his hands.

"I'm sure they will do the trick, Taylor is very gifted in her craft." Mordo gave Taylor's shoulder one last gentle squeeze.

"I'm sure she is." Stephen took note of how Mordo acted around Taylor, there was definitely something there.

"Let's get started." Mordo said after quickly tying his shoe.

"So, just how ancient is she?" Stephen glanced over to where the Ancient One was fanning herself as her students continued to fight.

"Asking a lady her age." Taylor clicked her tongue at him as she took out some more yard for another project, this time dark green. "Not very gentlemanly of you."

"Who said I was a gentleman?" Stephen snarked.

"Certainly no one around here." Taylor shot back with a snicker.

"Ouch." Stephen placed a hand to his chest.

"No one knows the age of the Sorcerer Supreme." Mordo regained control of the conversation shaking his head at their antics. "Only that she is Celtic and never talks about her past."

"You both follow her even though you don't know?" Stephen questioned.

"I know that she's steadfast." Mordo told him.

"But unpredictable." Taylor added.

"Merciless." Mordo said.

"Yet kind." Taylor said.

"She made Taylor and I what we are." Mordo smiled softly over to Taylor as they shared a laugh at Strange's confused glance between the two Master's. "Trust your teacher." Mordo dropped down into a fighting stance, Stephen quickly following. "And don't lose your way."

"Like Kaecilius?" Stephen asked causing Taylor to pause in her knitting though she continued to look down at it.

"That's right." Mordo nodded solemnly as he and Stephen started to circle one another. Mordo opened with a round house kick, but Stephen ducked it then rammed his hands into Mordo's chest forcing him back. They became locked together for a moment.

"You both knew him." Stephen surmised. Mordo reversed the hold wrapping his arm around Stephen's neck from behind.

"When he first came to us, he'd lost everyone he ever loved." Taylor lamented with a sad shake of her head. Stephen rammed his elbow into Mordo's gut releasing him from the master's hold, both of them taking a small beak from the fight. "He was a grieving and broken man, searching for answers in the mystic arts."

"A brilliant student, but he was proud, headstrong." Mordo told him. "Questioned the Ancient One, rejected our teaching. He left Kamar-Taj. His disciples followed him like sheep seduced by false doctrine."

"He stole the forbidden ritual, right?" Stephen asked.

"Yeah." Taylor sighed.

"What did it do?" Stephen asked.

"No more questions." Mordo said taking up a short staff, tossing it in his hand.

"What's that?" Stephen asked.

"That's a question." Mordo pointed the staff at him, then held it horizontally. "This is a relic. Some magic is too powerful to sustain, so we imbue objects with it. Allowing them to take the strain we can not. This is the Staff of the Living Tribunal." Mordo's staff separated revealing in yellow blazing light that crackled with electricity. He swung it on either side of himself striking the ground causing Stephen to flinch back. "There are many relics."

"The Wand of Watoomb." Taylor said.

"The Bolting Boots of Voltor." Mordo clicked one of his boots against the other causing a spell symbol to form under it.

"The Spear of Inlustris." Taylor gestured to her back where her spear was sheathed. "And the Crystals of Ignis-Glacium."

"They just roll of the tongue, don't they?" Stephen replied in interest, though he tried to act casual about it. "When do I get my relic?"

"When you're ready." Mordo replied.

"I think I'm ready." Stephen said.

"You're ready when the relic decides you're ready." Taylor smirked.

"For now, conjure a weapon." Mordo told him. Stephen nodded taking a wide stance holding out his hands in front of himself, sparks appearing between them before he pulled his hands apart forming threads of lights. Without warning Mordo attacked with the staff, Stephen scrambling to keep up with the rapid blows.

"Fight! Fight like your life depended on it!" Mordo disarmed Stephen then used his boots to volt into the air, jumping down to deliver a devastating hit sending Stephen to the ground. Taylor stood to her feet stuffing away her knitting into her bag as she came up to Stephen holding out her hand to him.

"Because one day, it may." Taylor said helping him to his feet.