Part Twenty-Four of The Stitched AU
A JSE Fanfic
[This is the FINAL part of a completed fanfic series of mine with 24 total chapters. I started this October of 2018 and finished it May of 2021. After working out the last of their problems, everyone starts to settle down.]
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It was surprisingly sunny, for an autumn day. Busy, too. Cars rushed through the streets, and pedestrians populated the pavement. Jameson shielded his eyes from the sun’s glare as he peered around a street corner and saw their destination. We’re almost there. One more block, he said, tapping the message out in Morse code on a nearby lamppost.
“Good, I hope we are not late,” Schneep replied. “What time is it?”
JJ checked the clock on his phone. '1:25. Do you think it’s already over?'
“Possibly. In any case, it would be better to be early.” Schneep turned the corner, speeding up, running his cane over the sidewalk to check for cracks. JJ hurried to catch up. “Chase would be upset if we are not there.”
'He’ll be fine,' JJ said reassuringly, now tapping the message on Schneep’s arm. 'But I suppose we can make haste.'
The two of them soon arrived at their destination, turning into the hospital parking lot and walking towards the building’s front entrance. “Oh! I think he is here, yes?” Schneep said.
'Yes, I can see him.' JJ waved. Chase was standing outside the glass doors, bouncing on his feet and scanning the area. He had his usual bandanna and cap, but was wearing a new sweater, one that the others had given him as a group birthday present to make up for missing it a few months ago, and an old backpack Stacy had lent him. Once he saw JJ waving he smiled, and waved back.
“Ha! Knew it. I am getting good at this,” Schneep said proudly. “If only sensing souls could help with telling apart the toothpaste and burn cream.”
JJ laughed, muffled as usual, and the two of them hurried across the parking lot. Chase ran up to meet them at the edge of the sidewalk. “Hey guys!” he said. “Good to see you.”
“Good to see you too,” Schneep said lightheartedly. “Well, well? Did everything go fine?”
“Oh, uh, mostly.” Chase rolled up the sleeves of his sweater. He wasn’t wearing his wristbands. Instead, there were white bandages. “She managed to get the ones on my wrists off, but said she didn’t want to risk messing with the one on my neck. It’s close to an artery or something? I don’t know, it was some complicated medical stuff.”
“Ah. That is too bad,” Schneep said sadly. Jameson shook his head sympathetically. “But it is glad to hear some of the stitches are gone. I told you that Darla was good. Trustworthy, too. She will not tell anyone.”
“If you say so, doc.” Pulling his sleeves down, Chase turned to JJ. “Are you sure you don’t want to try? I mean, it’s a lot more inconvenient for you than it is for me.”
JJ hesitated, then nodded. 'I am fine,' he signed. 'I’ve gotten used to it, and yes, there are many downsides, but considering what happened last week, I think it is good enough.'
“Man. If you’re really sure,” Chase said reluctantly. “They’re already a bit looser, right? Maybe whatever magic’s making them hard to cut through will fade over time.”
“Wait, Jameson, did you bring up last week?” Schneep whacked JJ’s legs with his cane. “I said that you should not try yourself! Things could go wrong!” He paused. “But everything is fine, right?”
'Yes, it was a shallow cut,' JJ said. 'Your scissors are pretty sharp.'
“I know. They are not normal, and I am starting to think they were always supposed to be weapons.” Schneep sighed. “Well, I am putting them away soon.”
JJ and Chase exchanged a significant look. “You’re gonna put them away?” Chase repeated.
Schneep nodded. “If I need them again, it won’t be hard to pull them out.”
In the month since they’d finally gotten rid of the strings, Schneep had kept carrying the scissors around. Just in case, he’d said. Just in case those glowing green strands of black magic managed to worm their way back into the world. But the past month had been quiet. Busy in other ways, but nothing had appeared to attack any of them. So maybe ‘just in case’ wasn’t going to come. Maybe it would be fine to leave them at home. Or, well, in whatever pocket dimension they came from.
“If you’re sure, doc,” Chase said. “A-anyway, it’s a bit past 1:30. We should hurry, or we’ll be late to meet up with the others. You guys walked here? C’mon, there’s a bus stop across the street.”
'We’d definitely be on time if you drove us,' JJ said teasingly.
“Hey, I can’t be blamed for not having a car.”
'Ask Stacy.'
“Nah, it’s fine. I should practice a bit before I do any serious driving, anyway. It’s been a while.”
“You took the bus here?” Schneep asked, puzzled. “But what about people sitting next to you?”
“It’s okay, I just put the backpack next to me. And it’s alright if it’s you guys.” Chase stepped off the sidewalk curb and onto the parking lot asphalt. “Now let’s go.”
The bus ride was short, and soon the three of them were getting off at a stop outside a small restaurant—or, more of a cafe, really. Despite being near lunchtime, the place was almost empty when they walked in. Soft piano music was playing over a speaker system, and a chalk signboard near the front entrance read “Please Seat Yourselves” with a hand-drawn smiley face. Chase read the sign out loud, and the three of them spotted the rest of the group, sitting at a table in the corner of the dining area, right by a window.
Jack had looked up at the sound of the bell chiming when the door opened. “Hey, they’re here,” he said to the other two sitting at the table.
“Huh? Oh, good.” Jackie was turning the menu over and over, listening to the sound of the laminated paper against the air. Marvin didn’t say anything. His head was leaning against the glass of the window, eyes closed, a pair of earbuds blocking out most sound. But he did make a small sound of acknowledgement.
“Hey guys.” Chase arrived first, taking the chair across from Marvin, next to the wall. Schneep and JJ took the next two. “Did you already order?”
“No, I told the waiter that we were waiting for people,” Jack explained. “But, more importantly, how’d it go? Are they gone?”
“Wrists are.” Chase once again pulled back his sleeves. For a moment, Jackie glanced at the bandages on his wrists, then bit his lip and looked away. “Apparently the neck stitches are too close to an artery or something. She didn’t want to mess with it.”
“Shit. Well, two out of three’s not bad,” Jack said.
“Jack, my friend, how are the repairs going?” Schneep asked.
“Pretty good, I think. The walls just got repainted, and the living room has new chairs and stuff. Still a long way to go.” Jack laughed. “Honestly I’m just glad that the water and Internet didn’t go out.”
'Are the police still talking to you?' JJ asked.
“No, not really. You guys?”
The other three all shook their heads. Dealing with the police had been…complicated. They had to, of course. They couldn’t just go back to their old lives without people asking “what the hell happened to you?!”JJ had it the easiest, in a way. Nobody had reported him missing, which was a bit sad when he thought about it, and all the regular patrons of his shop had assumed it closed down. Jack and Chase had more difficulty, since they were pretty public figures. The moment Jack had uploaded a video explaining he was back, the Internet had gone up in flames wondering where he’d been.
In the end, they all decided on the same story. It was pretty lame, as Chase often said, but it worked. They all just lied and said they didn’t remember anything. Weird stitches on Chase’s wrists and neck? Nope. Scars all over Jack’s body? Don’t know what happened there. Schneep losing an entire sense and gaining weird scars that looked like tears dripping from his eyes? No idea, officer. The police had prodded them, but eventually given up, essentially leaving the case unsolved and concluding it was a strange psychological phenomenon. The case would go down in history, but nobody would know the truth.
Of course, when it came to Marvin and Jackie coming back to life, things were going to be a bit difficult. Fortunately, they had magic on their side.
“Have any of you heard from Yvonne?” Jack asked, sliding each of them a menu.
“Dude, why would she talk to me? I’m the least magical person here,” Chase said.
'Not since she offered to help,' JJ added.
Schneep merely shook his head and picked up the menu. “Oh! They actually have—”
“Yeah, I explained the situation when the waiter came over and he gave me a Braille copy,” Jack explained. “Anyway, she called me the other day. Says that the records should be all fixed now.”
“I still say that can’t be legal,” Chase muttered.
“It’s not.” Everyone jumped, a bit surprised to hear Marvin talk. He didn’t move from his position against the window or open his eyes, but he did continue. “She’s not really into stuff being legal, you know. Normal laws or magic laws. Always thought they got in the way, that…that…her. That…name.”
“Yvonne.” Jackie gently bumped Marvin’s shoulder with his own.
“Right.”
Jack gave the others a meaningful look. Memory issues. One of the lingering side effects Marvin and Jackie were dealing with. They could forget something in seconds. Jackie had taken to writing things down, if not with an actual pen and paper, then by finger-spelling it on his hand over and over. Marvin just sort of let it happen, only writing down the really important stuff. “Anyway, it’s all fixed,” Jack continued, looking back over at the other two. “You guys can…y’know, start doing stuff again. When you want. Move out, if you feel like it.”
“Thanks,” Jackie said. He sounded oddly reluctant. Marvin didn’t even bother to answer.
Chase cleared his throat. “Speaking of moving out, Schneep, did you get your apartment back yet?”
Schneep scowled. “I am so close. The stupid building owner is still insisting on keeping it all preserved, and I say, ‘for what?!’ You are clearly not going to sell it, if everything is still how it is when I was living there. So just let me live in! The police do not care anymore, anyway, so there is no crime scene!”
'He probably liked the idea of having a flat where someone who disappeared lived,' JJ suggested. 'It lends a bit of mystery and gives the building a reputation. People might want to move in because of that.'
“Well he will still have it! I will just be actually there!” Schneep folded his arms and leaned back in the chair. “Ugh. Jamie, I like you, but your guest room is tiny.”
JJ gave a huff of a laugh. 'Sorry, Hen. I’d never really needed one before so I didn’t hear any complaints.'
“Oh, Chase, what about you? How’s the house search coming?” Jack asked.
“Fine.” Chase shrugged. “I got a few to look at. Y’know Stacy doesn’t seem to mind me staying over. I was surprised, given how she, um…wanted to move out so much a few years ago.”
“Well, things change,” Jack said cheerfully.
“Yeah. I guess that’s an upside of this, we’re, like…friends.” Chase said the word in a tone of bewildered, but welcomed, happiness. The way someone would react to hearing good news that they’d thought was no longer an option. “Again, I mean. A-and I don’t think it’s gonna go further, but…still.”
“That’s great, my friend.” Schneep patted the back of Chase’s hand.
“Yeah, that’s great!” Jackie repeated, suddenly enthusiastic. “So, like, we should order food, right?”
“Oh right.” Jack nodded. “Hang on.” He stood up, looking towards the back of the restaurant where the door to the kitchen was. A waiter was walking out at that moment, and caught sight of the group, quickly indicating he’d be right there. “Oh, nice. I was confused, really, if like this was the type of place where people would come over or if we had to go up there.” Jack sat back down and picked up the menu. “We should go all out. This is a celebration.”
'I think I can get a drink,' JJ signed slowly.
“Really?” Jack asked, surprised.
'Yes, I think the stitches have loosened up enough for that,' JJ said more confidently. 'A small straw or a bit of liquid. Just so long as nobody’s looking when I take off my mask.'
“Awesome, man,” Chase said cheerfully. “Honestly, this place looked good on the website. We should get a lot.”
“Celebration,” Schneep repeated, then nodded. “Yes. Yes, that sounds wonderful. Celebration lunch.”
And for most of them, it was just that, wonderful. They were meeting up again, the last of their troubles were ending. Things were looking up.
But a corner of the table was a bit gloomier. Jackie and Marvin were pretty quiet all throughout the lunch. Neither of them ate that much. Marvin kept his eyes closed or looking down at his plate, and Jackie paid more attention to the salt and pepper shakers than anything else. Once the lunch was over and after everyone said their goodbyes, they followed Jack back to his apartment, where they were staying, and drifted off to separate activities. A book for Marvin, an old laptop for Jackie.
They never once said anything to each other.
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'Ignisa: a spell to conjure fire.'
Marvin read the simple command word over and over, repeating it mentally. Ignisa. Ignisa. It was one of the simplest spells out there, and one of the first ones he learned. He could visualize the page of the book he read it in. He remembered it. Really, he did. Most of the time. For the occasions that he didn’t he’d written down the command and what it did on a spare bit of paper.
“Ignisa,” he whispered, staring down at his hands, cupped as if to hold water. He sat in the center of the floor in the spare bedroom, as far away from furniture as possible. “Ignisa. Ig-NI-sa. IG-ni-sa. Ig-ni-SA.” Yet, no matter how many times he repeated it, no matter how he pronounced it or how loud he spoke it, no matter how much he concentrated on the feeling of fire bursting forth in his hands…there wasn’t even a spark.
“Fuck.” Marvin gave up, burying his face in his hands. He squeezed his eyes to contain tears of frustration, but he still let one or two sobs slip out. Why couldn’t he do ANYTHING? No fire, no lights, no telekinesis. All the magic he remembered was useless. The only spell that sort of worked was teleportation, in fact he actually found it easier now than it used to be, but he couldn’t quite control it. If he was lucky, he’d end up close to where he wanted to be, and if he was unlucky, he teleported to the middle of the sky twenty miles away. That…hadn’t been a fun evening.
There were only a few spells that worked perfectly for him. Taking a few deep breaths, Marvin lifted his head up, and pressed his hands close together, palm to palm. Slowly, he pulled them away from each other. In the space between them were blue glowing threads of magic, which got longer the farther apart his hands got. If he wanted, he could use these strings like a weapon, grabbing things, pinning them to the wall, and maybe with practice he could use them to swing, like some sort of discount magical Spider-Man. But he didn’t want to. He didn’t want anything to do with these. Scowling, Marvin brushed his hands together, and the strings disappeared.
Someone knocked on the door, and Marvin yelped in surprise. He quickly got to his feet. “Wh-who is it?”
“It’s Jack,” a voice said. “Can I come in?”
“Um…sure.”
Jack opened the door, poking his head in through the gap. “Hey Jackie’s making noodles for dinner. Do you want any?”
Did he? Marvin wasn’t really hungry. He didn’t really feel hungry that often anymore. Or maybe he did, and just couldn’t recognize the feeling. Jackie was the same way, but that didn’t stop him from TRYING to eat. After a bit, Marvin decided it would probably be better safe than sorry. “…Sure.”
“Okay, I’ll tell him.” Jack hesitated. “Do you…want anything? Need anything?”
Marvin hesitated. He glanced over at Jack before looking away. Wait, why was one of Jack’s eyes a slightly different shade of blue? When had that—oh. Right. “No.”
“Alright…if you’re sure,” Jack said reluctantly. “Come out whenever you’re ready.” And with that, he left.
Just in time, too. Marvin backed up until his legs hit the edge of the bed. Immediately, he fell back onto the mattress, pressing his hands against his eyes. “Stop thinking about it,” he said to himself. “Stop thinking about it, stop it, stop.” That only seemed to make it worse. Images flashed in his head, leftover memories that weren’t his, but also were, and were also Jackie’s and someone else’s. The others called him Anti. Anti’s memories. They would pop up whenever something triggered them, and that ‘something’ was usually one of the others. Right now, the memories were about Jack, about what happened to his eye. Marvin could hear himself—no, Anti—laughing.
Shaking, Marvin slowly stood up again, staggering across the room to the door. Why was it that sometimes, his balance just didn’t work? Why was he so clumsy now? He grabbed the doorknob but didn’t open it, just pressing his forehead into the wood. These were the consequences for his actions. The memories, the problems with his magic, the lack of balance. It was all his fault. If he hadn’t gotten into his head that trying the transference spell would be fine, that not telling Jackie wouldn’t cause any problems…It hadn’t even been about helping people, like how Jackie probably wanted to, he just wanted to see if he could do it, to see if he could increase his power. And he caused everything. So this was his punishment. Served him right.
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“Marvin says he wants dinner,” Jack said, leaning into the kitchen/dining room.
“Okay,” Jackie said cheerfully, grabbing another bowl from the cabinet. It was easy, since that particular cabinet was missing its door. It would probably stay that way for a while, too, since with all the other repairs the apartment required it wasn’t a high enough priority. Jackie set the bowl on the counter next to two others, then looked over at the pot of water. It wasn’t steaming or boiling. Did he forget to turn the heat on? He tapped the edge of the burner under the pot.
“Jackie!” Jack gasped.
“Oh, it’s fine, it’s not on,” Jackie assured him. “I was just checking.”
“You mean you didn’t KNOW if it was on?!”
“It probably wasn’t.” Jackie looked up to see the dial hadn’t been turned. Oh. He probably could have looked at the dial before touching the burner. Well, whatever. He reached over and turned the dial to the 7 mark.
“Please be careful,” Jack said, looking nervous. “You could get hurt.”
“I am being careful,” Jackie said. It didn’t really matter, anyway. He was having trouble feeling pain lately. Or…most things, actually. It was weird, he was a bit numb. Not by too much, but enough to be noticeable, to know that he hadn’t been like that before. Marvin was just the opposite, nowadays he was constantly being overwhelmed with the texture and feel of things. But he was always more sensitive to sensations than the rest of them.
“Well, be even MORE careful,” Jack insisted. He backed out of the kitchen. “I’m gonna, uh, hang out in the living room. Tell me if you need anything.”
“Okay,” Jackie nodded. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Alright.” Jack hesitated for a second before turning away and leaving.
Everything was fine. Jack really didn’t need to worry, Jackie had everything covered. Making food was easy, really. It was something that he did all the time. The process was automatic, especially for making pasta. Just wait for a bit, occasionally stirring, then drain the water. It was all good. This was a normal thing that normal people did. Things were normal.
Of course, Jackie knew that every single thing he’d just thought to himself was a lie. But it was easier to pretend. Sometimes he pretended so hard that it felt like he was watching a movie filmed in the first-person, instead of actually existing in this body.
Oh, it was happening now, actually. Jackie watched as his hand pulled open the cutlery drawer and took out a long spoon. Then the hand started stirring the pasta in the pot. It was starting to get hot now. There was steam. How hot was it? The other hand reached forward and—
“Shit!” Jackie snapped back to reality, pulling his hand away from the side of the metal pot. “Ah. Fuck.” He looked down. The skin of his fingers was a bit red and tender. He opened and closed his fist a few times to help the leftover burning feeling fade away.
“Is everything okay?” Jack was back, apparently having heard Jackie shout. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just brushed against the side,” Jackie explained.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“Well…okay, then.” Jack reluctantly backed out of view.
Everything was fine. Oh look, the pasta was suddenly done. Time had just flown past. Jackie poured the pasta into the strainer and then scooped it into the bowls. Marvin showed up, and then Jack, and they all ate in silence, after which Jack excused himself to go back to his recording room to do some editing. The moment he’d replaced all the broken computer parts, he’d gone back to making videos, though not nearly as frequently as before. That was…nice. Nice that he could do that.
Jackie wondered what he was supposed to do now. Not just for the rest of the day, but…for the rest of ever. He wanted things to be fine, to be normal, and he was pretty good at pretending they were. But they. Just. Weren’t. He couldn’t find the energy to start looking for a job, or for a new apartment, or even for new clothes. But at the same time, he didn’t want to keep borrowing from Jack. He didn’t want to just stay in place, but he couldn’t move forward.
At one point, he’d thought about going back out onto the streets. He didn’t know what happened to his old super suit, but he could make a new one. Then that train of thought had immediately crashed to a halt with a flash of memory. Not his, but also his. Anti’s. A memory with so much pain in it, and feeling GLAD at that pain. Somehow triumphantly vindicated to see suffering. No. Someone like that couldn’t be a hero.
So things continued. The same things. Every day.
Everything was fine.
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Time passed. Autumn progressed, and it became cooler as September blended into October. Jack kept fixing up the apartment, and it was beginning to look good as new. Schneep finally convinced the building owner to let him back into his place, and so he moved out of JJ’s building. Chase was still having trouble finding a house, but he was glad to spend more time with Lily and Moira, absolutely doting on the two of them. Business at JJ’s shop started to pick up again, though he had to get used to carrying around a notepad since most customers didn’t know sign language.
Jackie and Marvin stayed where they were.
One night, a storm rolled over the city. Rain pounded the ground, thunder rumbled in the distance, and nobody went out of their houses. That night, Marvin went into the apartment’s bathroom and pressed his face against the small window to watch the storm. There wasn’t much to see. The glass was cloudy for privacy. But there was water running down the other side, droplets racing each other to the bottom.
Then there was a flash, and a fork of lightning split the window in half. A second later came the thunder. Marvin heard someone gasp, and jumped, spinning around to see Jackie standing in the open bathroom doorway. “Oh. Sorry,” Jackie muttered. “I just saw the lights on in here and—nevermind.”
Marvin just looked at him for a bit, then turned back to the window. Jackie stood there for a moment, then started to turn away.
“Jackie?”
He stopped at the sound of Marvin’s quiet voice. “Yeah?”
“Are we…bad people?”
Jackie didn’t answer, and that was an answer on its own.
“Should we…be here?”
“What do you mean?” Jackie asked.
Marvin started pulling at his fingers. “Just…what if something…happens?”
Jackie paled. “I-it’ll be okay. It’s all okay.”
“Okay.”
Neither of them moved. Then, quietly, Jackie admitted something. “I don’t want to be here.”
“You don’t?” Marvin finally turned around.
“I don’t think I should,” Jackie whispered. “Just…everyone is nice to us. But we…hurt them. Or, kind of us. I mean, he was still us, right?”
Marvin nodded. “I remember doing it.”
“Me too.”
“He can’t come back, though. Right?”
“I mean…no,” Jackie said slowly. “But what if we…what if something happens?” He echoed Marvin’s own words back at him.
Marvin was silent for a moment. “I don’t want to be here, either.”
“Should we leave?”
“What would we do?”
“I don’t know.” Jackie glanced down the hall, towards Jack’s bedroom. “But they’re…good people. And we’re…. We don’t…” He trailed off.
Another crack of thunder.
“Should we leave a note?” Marvin asked.
“No. They can figure it out. Should we stay together?”
“Maybe at first.”
“Okay.”
A few minutes later, the power in the apartment building went out. Jack left his bedroom, holding a flashlight. “Hey guys? The storm knocked the lights out. You okay?”
No answer. Not surprising, Jackie and Marvin could be pretty quiet. So Jack went to look for them.
But…they weren’t there. Not in the spare bedroom, not in the bathroom, not in the kitchen, not in the living room. “Guys?” he called, voice rising in worry. “Guys?!”
Still no answer. Swearing under his breath, Jack went back to his bedroom and picked up his phone from where he’d left it. He opened up the group chat and sent a message.
"Jackie and Marvin are gone. I think they’ve left."
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It was still storming when they got off the bus to look around. With the rain pouring down, it was hard to make out details of anything. There were the vague, tall shapes of buildings, the long stretches of clear roads and sidewalks…but everything else was a bit cloudy. “We should’ve brought an umbrella,” Marvin said, trying to shield himself from the rain by covering his head with his arms. It didn’t work.
“I didn’t think he had one,” Jackie said, peering through the falling water. “Do you want my jacket?”
“No, I’m fine.” Marvin shivered.
“I…okay, if you’re sure you’re alright,” Jackie said reluctantly. “Here, there’s a street sign over on that corner.” He walked up to the sign, Marvin trailing after him. “Uh…Everwood Lane. I…I don’t remember where that is. Do you?”
“No,” Marvin admitted. They hadn’t really had much of a plan, had they? Just up and left, trusting they’d figure it out in the moment. Saw a bus stopping at a nearby station, and hopped aboard, pretending to swipe bus passes so the driver, who wasn’t really paying any attention, wouldn’t notice. Then they’d gotten off at random, once they realized they’d been sitting in the bus for a while and they had to be far away by then. Why had they thought any of that would be a good idea? Why had he just gone along with it?
“Well, uh. Let’s get inside.” Jackie pressed on, now walking up to the entrance of the nearest building. “Maybe we can ask someone in there, and it’ll be dry.” See? This would work out.
Luckily, that building turned out to be open, and they stepped into a front hall. It looked nice, but was completely empty. The only things of note were the pair of elevators, the door labelled ‘Stairwell,’ another unlabelled door, and a directory on a sign attached to the wall.
“No one’s here,” Marvin muttered.
“Someone has to be here, everything’s on.” Jackie scanned the directory. The building was nine floors tall, plus the ground floor, and every floor was listed as belonging to some business, each with operating hours attached. “Uh…what time is it?”
“…I don’t remember,” Marvin said. “And there’s no clock here. And we don’t have phones.”
“It’s fine, we’ll—we’ll just check around,” Jackie said optimistically. He walked over to the unmarked door and grabbed the handle, starting to push it open. Only to stop short when the door wouldn’t budge. Locked. Okay. That was fine. There were more options. Jackie turned around. “C’mon, we’ll take the lifts.”
“Mm-hmm.” Marvin nodded, following him to the elevators.
The elevator arrived, doors sliding open, and the two of them stepped in. “Right, we’ll just start with the first floor,” Jackie said, pressing the button. He waited for a few seconds, but the elevator wasn’t moving. The button hadn’t lit up. “Um…” He pressed it again. Then a couple more times. Then he tried the other buttons, pushing them hard.
“There’s a card reader attached,” Marvin pointed out, nodding towards a black box mounted on the elevator’s panel. “I don’t think it’ll work without the right card.”
“Oh.” Jackie was momentarily at a loss, but then he recovered. They just had to keep moving. That’s all. “I guess we’ll take the stairs, then.”
The stairwell was tall, white, and empty, metal stairs spiralling upwards with only a railing keeping the people walking up and down from falling off. Jackie led the way, climbing up the stairs quickly with Marvin a bit behind. But there was no luck. All the doors that led into the floors were blocked by the same card readers as in the elevators. Just in case, Jackie still tried to open them, both pushing and pulling, but to no avail. So they just kept climbing, stopping at every story so Jackie could try the doors with increasing desperation, while Marvin watched him with increasing annoyance.
Until finally, they reached the last door, this one labelled ‘Roof Access.’ Surprisingly, this one didn’t have a card reader. Jackie hesitated, then pushed it open, letting in a spray of rain from the storm outside.
“Okay, this was useless,” Marvin said. “Let’s—”
“Well, maybe there’s someone outside,” Jackie suggested.
“In the rain?”
But Jackie was already heading out, pulling on his hood as he stepped into the storm.
Of course there wasn’t anyone there. Disregarding the misery of the weather, it was hard to see anything, including the railing that marked the edge of the roof. It would be dangerous to be up there. But Jackie still walked forward, looking around, until he eventually found that railing along the edge, grabbing the rain-slicked metal to orient himself.
“No one’s here!” Marvin shouted over a clap of thunder. He’d followed Jackie out onto the roof and was now standing about an arm’s length behind him, looking extremely unhappy about the whole situation. “Let’s go!”
“Right.” Jackie nodded. “We’ll just—just try another building, and ask where we are.”
“Then what?”
“Then we’ll—we’ll get a hotel.”
“How will we pay for it?”
“Uh…okay, not a hotel. We’ll…find our way to someone’s house, o-or something, and ask if we can stay.”
“What if no one lets us in?”
“We’ll—we’ll find an empty building.” Jackie grasped desperately at a way to salvage this situation, a way that wouldn’t involve them going back. He wasn’t even sure he could find his way back; he’d forgotten Jack’s address somewhere on the way. “Yeah. And then we’ll go to sleep, and in the morning, figure out a better plan. Yeah! It’s fine. Everything will be fi—”
“Everything will not be fucking fine, Jackie!” Marvin suddenly burst out. “This was a terrible idea! Why did we think to do this?! Why did I go along with it?! It’s raining, there’s lightning, we’re lost, my clothes are wet which I hate more than murder, and you’re being delusional!”
“I—I am being optimistic!” Jackie spluttered, letting go of the railing so he could face Marvin head-on. “I am trying to make the best of a difficult situation—”
“We shouldn’t even be out here!” Marvin interrupted. Another crack of thunder rang throughout the sky, even louder than before. “You suggested this! Why’d you suggest it?”
“Well, why did you ask if we should’ve been staying with the others if you weren’t prepared to leave?” Jackie countered. “You didn’t have to come with me! You didn’t have to go out at all!”
“Oh yeah, what was I going to do, tell Jack and the others, ‘sorry, I don’t know where they went, they said they were leaving and I thought that was alright’? No!”
“You could’ve convinced me to stay!” Jackie shouted. “You could’ve shot it down when I said it! But you went along, so you must have wanted to leave, too!”
“I—yeah, but it was more of a vague thing!” Marvin protested. “A what-if! I didn’t expect us to go right then!”
Jackie grabbed Marvin by the shirt. “Then why did you leave?! Why did we leave?! Why did we want to leave?!”
The sky lit up a brilliant white, electricity crashing. A bolt of lightning had hit a lightning rod attached to the building’s roof, only a room’s width away from the two of them. Sparks flew. Marvin screamed. Jackie instinctively covered him, hugging him tight to his chest and bending over. The sound was deafening, thunder right next to their heads, and even after it faded their ears echoed with the remains of it.
“Holy shit!” Jackie gasped, blinking the brilliant light from his eyes. His eyes…which were now glowing. The left was bright green, the right an equally bright red. Marvin’s were also glowing, though his right eye was the green one, and the other one was blue. “That was—oh my god. Marvin, are you okay?”
Marvin didn’t answer for a moment. He just stared at the lightning rod, still faintly glowing from being struck. And then…he let out a quiet sob.
“M…Marvin?” Jackie took a closer look at him, and realized his face wasn’t just wet from the rain. “Hey, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s fucking not,” Marvin cried. “All I could think about while we were walking up those stairs—all I could think about were the memories, the—you know the ones, the—I wasn’t even there, I was somewhere else. I hate this. I hate this! I hate what’s happened to me! I hate that it’s my fault!”
“Your fault?!” Jackie repeated.
“My stupid fucking selfish spell,” Marvin sobbed. “It’s all because of that! Everything happened because of that! Of course I should’ve realized, if the things I did after the spell were—were like THAT, then of course! Of course I’m a horrible fucking person that wouldn’t care about what that spell might do!”
“Marvin—”
“And you’re just going around acting like everything is alright!” Marvin said, jabbing a finger into Jackie’s chest. “You just like—like nothing happened, you keep saying everything is fine, it might be for you, but it’s not for me! No it’s fine, it doesn’t matter!”
“I just want everything to move on, Marvin!” Jackie said, grasping Marvin’s upper arms and pulling him close. “Everything has to be fine, but it’s not, so I have to pretend it is! Because if I stop pretending, all I can think about is what I’ve done. Every time I look at the others, I remember how I hurt them! Every time I look at you, I remember how I KILLED you!”
Silence, and the sound of rain.
“I didn’t…didn’t know you felt that way,” Marvin said, barely audible.
“I didn’t know you did, either,” Jackie whispered.
“That’s ironic, isn’t it?” Marvin commented dully. “Aren’t we connected now? Aren’t our souls all…mixed up with each other?”
“Yeah…” Jackie nodded. “Yeah.”
The two of them stared at each other. Eyes wide, hearts pounding, breathing heavy. Letting themselves be rained on. Until—
The door to the rooftop burst open, and a couple flashlight beams fell onto the two of them.
“Marv!”
“Jackie!”
“My friends!”
It was the others. All of them. Chase was in front with Jack close behind, then Schneep in the back holding onto Jameson’s arm for extra support. “Are you two okay?!” Chase asked.
“What happened?!” Jack added.
'Is everything alright?' JJ signed.
“Why did you go?” Schneep said.
Jackie took a step backwards, letting go of Marvin, who was too in shock to even notice. “You guys…h-how’d you find us?”
“JJ did,” Chase explained.
'Luckily the tracking spell still works,' JJ said. 'How did you two even get here? It’s the other side of town!'
“I…we took the bus,” Jackie said numbly. “How—why are you here?”
“We came to find you, of course!” Schneep said, as if it was obvious.
“Why?” Marvin asked quietly.
“What?! Because you’re our friends!” Chase said, gaping. “If you leave to go out with no note, no anything, in the middle of a thunderstorm—” Thunder rumbled in the distance as if to prove his point. “—and without any way for anyone to contact you, anything could have happened! We were so fucking worried!”
“…why?” Marvin repeated.
“You’re our friends,” Jack reiterated. “We care about you. What if you got hurt? That would be—fuck. I-I don’t even want to think about it.”
Jackie felt tears in his eyes, and he let them slip out, hidden by the rain. “But—but it was going to be better this way.”
“Better? Better?!” Schneep repeated incredulously. “No no no no no no, we went through so much to see you again. You cannot just disappear! And less expect us to be fine with it!”
“But…w-we—I—I hurt you!” Jackie blurted out. “So much! I mean, look at yourselves! You still have the scars!”
“That wasn’t you,” Chase said gently, slowly approaching. “That was Anti.”
“Well, Anti was us.”
“Anti was two parts you guys and, like, seventeen parts black magic,” Chase said. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“It feels like it,” Marvin muttered. “You’d say the same if you remembered doing it.”
“What if something happens?” Jackie said, his voice hushed. “What if we…while we’re around you guys, what if we…hurt you? Th-there’s a possibility, right? As long as we’re around.”
Jack’s next question was soft, almost unheard through the rain. “You don’t want to hurt anyone, right?”
“No!” Jackie said, aghast. Marvin shook his head furiously.
“Then you won’t,” Jack said firmly. “I mean, sure, there will be accidents. But you can’t run from everyone because you’re afraid you might hurt them. A life like that would be so lonely. We trust you. Both of you. And you trust us. That’s what friendship’s built on, isn’t it? Trust.”
Jackie fell silent. The four of them stood firm, agreeing with Jack’s sentiment. Did they…really want them to stay?
“We don’t—” Marvin stammered. “I-I-I don’t—we’re—I’m—not…the type of person…who should have friends.”
“What?” Jack asked, shocked.
“You’re all so nice, a-and good,” Marvin said. “We…I don’t…deserve you.”
“That is ridiculous,” Schneep said. “Marvin, and Jackie, you are both some of the best friends I ever had, and the same goes for everyone else.”
“We’re not…good people,” Marvin said desperately. “If we were Anti, we can’t have been. Good people wouldn’t become…that. A-and you’re all just saying it ‘cause you’re friends.”
'Can I say something?' JJ, who’d been waiting on the sidelines, finally spoke up. 'Look, I barely know either of you. I’m new to all this. But I can tell that neither of you are bad people. Flawed, yes, but so is everyone. Chase said that Anti was mostly black magic, and he’s right. You can’t be blamed for what that entity did; its perception was warped and broken. You two are nice, you seem smart, you’re friendly to others. You are not bad people.'
“Look, I know, it’s hard to accept that you deserve nice things,” Chase jumped in. “But you do. You want to step away from friends and good things because you think you’re not worthy. It’s gonna be hard to accept that you are. But that’s why we’re here, okay? To help you accept that.”
“And to point out when you need something,” Schneep added. “Something that you think is above you. I swear, I will fight every single bad thought you have, anything that tells you that you do not deserve all the care and love that you do.”
Jack laughed a bit. “Yeah. We all will.”
Both of them were crying, and despite the falling rain, it was quite obvious. Marvin reached over and grabbed Jackie’s hand, pulling him close. “I…I’m sorry,” he choked out.
Jackie nodded. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice rasping. “I…we should…I’m going to go back. Are you going to?”
“Yeah. I’m going back, too.”
Jackie nodded again, then let go of Marvin’s hand. He took a deep breath, and walked over to join the others.
Marvin shivered. The rain was starting to feel even colder than it had before. But as he carefully stepped towards the group, it felt a bit warmer.
The moment the two were close, the remaining four huddled around them. Hands were held and tears were shed, slowly joining together in a tight group hug. Everyone kept saying how proud they were of them, how happy they were to have them back, how much they loved them. And more tears leaked out, though of a different sort of emotion altogether. They were so caught up in the moment that they didn’t even notice the rain until they headed back down the stairs.
And as the six headed home, the storm started to lessen.
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“Can’t believe it’s actually snowing,” Jack muttered, brushing white flakes off his coat. “It never snows here.”
“I like it.” Jackie looked around, taking in the white blanket covering the park, then up at the sky. “Everything looks all clean. I like how the snow is all smooth.”
“Mm. Won’t be for long.” Jack pointed. The two of them were content to sit at a picnic table, sheltered from the snowfall by a nearby tree. But some ways away, two girls were running through the snow, pelting their dad with snowballs. Chase was laughing. It was good to see. Lily tripped over something in the snow, and he bent over to help her up. “There’s gonna be so many footprints when they’re done with it.”
“Aw.” Jackie frowned, pulling his coat closer. He didn’t really feel the cold, but it still affected him, so he had to make sure to dress appropriately for any weather. “Hey…when will the others be here? Do you think they forgot we were going to meet up?”
“I don’t—wait.” Jack paused. “Nope, there they are.”
A car pulled into the nearby lot, and three people stepped out. JJ recently got his license, so he and Chase had become the chauffeurs of the group. He looked around, then waved at the others, turning back to point them out to Marvin and Schneep. The three headed over, and Jack and Jackie made room for them at the table.
“It is so cold!” Schneep immediately started complaining. “There is going to be so much ice later, it is awful!”
“Oh shush, you like having cold weather so you can have warm drinks and stuff,” Marvin said.
“Okay, yes, but that is inside, where I cannot risk the chance of slipping,” Schneep griped.
JJ laughed. 'Speaking of warm drinks.' He pulled his backpack off and rifled through it, taking out a couple thermoses. 'I thought if we were going to be meeting up out here, we should keep hot.'
“Oh nice!” Jack grabbed one with his name written on the side in sharpie. “What’s this?”
'Tea and coffee. And hot chocolate for the kids,' JJ explained.
“Sweet,” Jackie said, leaning over to grab one as well.
“So, uh…” Jack cleared his throat, and turned to Marvin. “How’d it go?”
Marvin leaned back, rocking slightly on the picnic bench. “Good, I think. I mean, it’s just the first session, but…it was a good sign, I guess.”
“Hey, uh, Marv?” Jackie said. “I…forgot the address.”
“Oh. Right. It’s uh…Hang on a moment.” Marvin pulled out his phone, opening up the notes. “547 Norwich, on the east side. You can’t miss it, there’s a big sign with ‘Riverwood Counseling” on the front. You’re, uh…going soon?”
“Next week.” Jackie copied the address into his own phone. “‘M a bit nervous,” he mumbled.
“Nothing to be afraid of,” Schneep said encouragingly. “They are very good, very reputable. And if things are not working, they will transfer you to someone new without any charge.”
Jackie smiled a bit. “Well, I guess if you guys trust them.”
At that moment, Chase and the girls got tired of their snowball fight and came over to the table. “Hi!” Lily said brightly. “Ooooh, what’s that?”
“It’s a thermos,” Moira explained to her sister. “They’re for hot things like soup. And hot chocolate.”
“Well, would you look at that? There are two with your names on them,” Chase said brightly. “Here you go. JJ, you brought them, right?”
JJ nodded. 'Cocoa for them. And this one has some tea for you.'
“Oh sweet! Thanks, Jays.”
It had been a few months, and the group had decided to meet up for some casual catching up. Chase had finally gotten a new house, just a rental but he hoped to find one for himself eventually. Schneep had started taking online classes. Since he couldn’t exactly continue his surgeon profession he decided to go back and find something else to do. He was particularly interested in physics, and he was convinced that it could explain how his new magic worked. Jack’s apartment was almost entirely repaired, and the Internet had finally settled down about his disappearance. JJ’s shop was picking up business again.
And Marvin and Jackie? Well, they’d found themselves a new place. A small townhouse, just big enough for both of them, part of a row of houses with connected walls. At first, they’d debated whether or not to continue living together or to live separately, but eventually decided on the former. After all, they still had problems, with memory and movement, and more, and decided it would be easier to live with someone who could help out. They were still working on finding new jobs. Jackie wanted something active, and Marvin wanted something quiet. The search was slow going, but they were making do. Jackie had been particularly bored at night, but didn’t want to go out and try being a vigilante again. Maybe eventually. Marvin was still relearning how to use his magic, and was teaching Jackie how to, as well, given Jackie’s new abilities.
The group had been talking for about half an hour when suddenly Moira tugged on the edge of Chase’s coat. “Dad? Who’s that? She’s been staring at us.”
Chase looked over towards where Moira was pointing, and his eyes widened. “Guys. Look who it is,” he said quietly.
The others all glanced in the same direction. “Shi—oh no,” Jack muttered. “It’s that—that magician. Delyth.”
JJ sighed. 'Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time.'
“Who?” Marvin asked.
“She’s with the, uh, the magic police,” Jack explained.
“Oh fu—” Marvin quickly ducked his head, deliberately not looking over to where Delyth was standing, casually leaning against a tree.
“Should we talk to her?” Chase asked.
“I think so,” Schneep said. He paused, then stood up. “I will.”
“Wait, no, she’s coming over here!” Jackie gasped.
There was a sudden flurry of activity as the group tried to act casually, pretending they hadn’t seen her and weren’t keeping an eye on her as she walked over. Until eventually, they couldn’t pretend any longer.
Delyth stopped next to the table. “So…it is you,” she said slowly. “You know, you gave us one hell of a scare when you disappeared.”
“Hey, language,” Chase said, indicating the two small girls sitting next to him.
“Oh. Sorry.” Delyth paused. “We were looking for you, but it was like you all just…disappeared. Correct me if I’m wrong, but was a certain other magician helping with that?” Nobody answered. They weren’t about to throw Yvonne under the bus. Delyth shook her head. “Never should’ve given her access to ABIM systems,” she muttered.
“Did you want something?” Schneep asked.
“Hmm…well, no, not really.” Delyth looked them over, making eye contact with each. “You know, the ABIM is pretty busy. If a case hasn’t been active for two months, it’s deemed low priority, provided there’s no significant danger. If four months pass, we have to permanently shelve it, until there’s evidence for it becoming active again. Marked as unsolved, and people tend to forget about it.” She looked down at her watch. “Well, I have to go. It’s been nice seeing you all again. It’s been, what, five months?” After a moment, she nodded towards Jackie and Marvin. “Glad to see it all worked out. Goodbye.”
The group remained mostly silent as she left, though Jack muttered a quiet “goodbye” and JJ waved as Delyth disappeared into a car in the parking lot and drove away. Then, once she was gone, Chase turned to the others. “What was that about?”
'I think that was her saying the magicians won’t bother us,' JJ signed, a bit in awe.
“Oh thank god,” Marvin breathed. “I don’t want to be on their bad side anymore. No more magic police, thank you very much.”
“She could have been a bit more direct with it, though,” Jackie added.
Jack just laughed. “Wow. So, I guess that’s the last we’ll see of her, then?”
“Provided nothing else strange happens to us,” Schneep pointed out.
“Well, I hope it doesn’t. I’ve had enough strangeness for my entire life.”
'So…is it over, then?' JJ asked slowly.
“Dad, what was that about?” Lily asked. “Who was that? What did she mean?” Moira nodded, agreeing with all the questions.
“Oh, it’s a bit complicated.” Chase pulled his daughter close and gave her a quick hug. “But it’s nothing to worry about anymore. I’ll explain when you’re older.”
“I guess it’s over,” Jackie repeated.
“Yeah…guess so,” Jack agreed.
Time went on, as it always does. The group ended their get-together shortly after, parting ways for a short while. After a few more months, the strange disappearances faded into local legend, with people speculating what happened but nobody getting close to the truth that was only known to a small group of six friends. Magic remained, side effects lingered, but they settled back into their place, becoming the new normal.
Still, none of them forgot what happened to them for those three years. It would be hard not to. They had scars to prove it, and some memories would never fade. But the past was the past. And together, they moved on, looking forward to the future.