The Sorcerer's Apprentice {Stephen Strange}

Seventeen

Pulled Up by Talking Heads

"What are we doing here?" Emerson questions as they appear on the top floor of the New York sanctum. All around her are ancient relics she's worried she'd accidentally bump into.

"See, you have proven yourself to be quite talented with the mystic arts as well as dedicated to your recovery. I felt it was time to reward you with something other than the ability to walk. Eventually, when the time comes and you are able to walk on your own, I'd like you to help me out as my right hand" He trails off, and she begins giggling at his kinds words. The doctor raises a confused eyebrow at the sergeant.

"What, is your right hand not good enough?" The soldier quips as she doubles over in laughter. The doctor sighs, both in relief and annoyance.

"I retract my offer-" He starts out jokingly. They make their way forward, still laughing together.

"No, no! That sounds great; being your right hand I mean," she spews out hurriedly all while a grin still plays on her face. "Your assistant? Partner?" She tries suggesting other words to call her new title and the doctor simply shakes his head in embarrassment.

"Now this is the fun part," he starts as he gestures to the room before them. "I'd say you can pick what you want but they pick you," he refers to the relics in front of them. The sergeant's mouth drops open in shock albeit excited.

"I get a relic?" She beams, strolling up to the glass cases looking at all the objects.

"That's the idea..." he smirks. "Now don't do anything stupid, I have some paperwork to do downstairs."

"You do paperwork? I thought you just did magic tricks and read books all day..." Emerson comments and the doctor waves a hand in dismissal.

"Unfortunately, yes."

After Strange walks down the steps, his cloak stays back beside the sergeant. It wraps around her shoulders and picks her up out of the chair. "Why thank you," she smiles to herself and the cloak squeezes tighter in acknowledgment. With one swift motion, it brings her up to the first case.

"These are literally just vases... Do I look like a damn genie?" She asks and the cloak shrugs. "I'm not rubbing anything." Then the cloak moves on to the next case which holds the Casket of Ancient Winters as well as the Brazier of Balthakk. Emerson opens the case, holding the casket in her hands. "Yeah, no thank you. I'd rather not unleash a fury of a thousand deathly winters, buddy." Emerson then moves on to the next case, still yet to find anything that sticks out to her. Almost every relic she knows by name after studying each one. The relics all have history behind them which Emerson finds interesting.

While she tries finding her relic, Strange sits in his office, working on a document. He writes how much Emerson has excelled and how quickly she grasps concepts. The doctor also writes on a separate piece of paper, detailing his treatment for the sergeant.

Today I worked on strengthening her muscles and bending her joints. From my observations and research, I don't think she'll be able to move on in her physical therapy treatments. Moore will not be able to fully walk without the use of the mystic arts. I am unsure if she'd be upset by that fact and I'd rather not tell her until it's absolutely necessary. The Ancient One is aware of the situation and suggested I wait until after Christmas to tell her, however, I plan on doing it before, knowing December is still over a month away. I've been looking for more permanent solutions to helping Moore walk again and so far I've only come across feeble spells. Once she knows, I'll give her the resources to find the solution on her own if I haven't found anything by then.
~Doctor Stephen Strange