Through The Multiverse [Dr. Strange]

You Can Tell Me Anything

In this world, it's just us
You know it's not the same as it was

Lonely, I sat in the library. Stephen and Wong were out grabbing a few things for the Sanctum while I stayed back on guard for my shift. There was always an eerie feeling being alone in the library but it was more apparent at Kamar-Taj, especially at night. Here it was just the big open space, alone. Silent. Even if there was the faintest noise, an echo would follow. It's interesting and spooky all at the same time.

As I sat up against the window reading a book of history on the forbidden Darkhold, I started to wonder if there were an good uses for it. As we just learned from recent events, sometimes the rules need to be broken in order to save countless lives. For instance, Stephen handing over the time stone because "there was no other way" or how the Avengers broke timelines using time travel and disobeying every law they probably didn't even know of. I believe that sometimes, the bad can be used for good.

"Reading about the Darkhold again, Jodie? Do I need to set you up with a psychiatrist because I've got some friends who are willing to help." My head whipped in the direction of the familiar comfort voice. A smile grew on my face seeing his own snarky smirk.

"No Stephen, no need for a psychiatrist. Just a big mystic arts history nerd."

"Ah." It short response made me jump from my position at the window. It wasn't like him to respond so short and change his attention span to something else so quick. Worry was building within me that he had done something horrible. Or maybe Wong told him how I felt. Goddammit. "Would you join me tonight on the roof with a bottle of wine? I figured we could just take the evening off?"

Is he asking me out? How can I say no? "Won't Wong be mad if we drink wine and enjoy the nice evening without him?" Why are you questioning this? This is all we've wanted. The thoughts in my head were getting aggressive so I had to work my way around ignoring them. I was a pro at it when Stephen was just a photo in the palm of my hands but now that he's directly in front of me my palms are filled with sweat instead.

"It's Wong night to watch the library, he won't have to know a thing."

"Then sure. What time should I meet you up there?"

"Well the sun will set around seven so meet me up there by seven ten?"

"It's a date." Worry flashed over me this time in the form of blush and forehead sweat. My eyes were bulging out of my head and yet he seemed so calm. He must think I'm some kind of freak for reacting this way. "I mean, not a date. Because we're just a couple friends, co-workers, buddy's, pals, all the other words of saying compadres." WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? "I'll see you then, bye."

As quickly as I blew that whole conversation, I was in my room leaned against my bedroom door. How that last sentence escaped and got away from me I don't know but mortification was setting over me quickly. The time on my clock read six fifty-eight. There was no time for to even think about how I was going to repair whatever damage I had done, I only had time to rummage through my closet and not find an outfit. We were just going to sit on top of the roof, admiring the space above us with some wine, why am I so fucking nervous? Oh that's right, I'm in love with a man that doesn't even know it. I've already blown the top off of this house, why not just tear the rest of it down? I threw on a tee shirt with a cardigan and some leggings that were probably dirty but he hopefully wouldn't know with the amount of perfume I layered myself in. The hardest contemplation was throwing on some light gloss and some eyeliner with leaving my hair down and straight like I had left it for weeks now. Normally it would have waves volume to it but the need for me to get out and leave the sanctum has been inexplicably low.