The Moon And His Star

Secrets Galore

"I hate Donna." Jamila mumbled as she held boxes in her arm. Steven chuckled at her. They were both stuck on inventory.

Donna made Jamila go on inventory because she had been too 'mouthy.' Even though she had only been sticking up for Steven because Donna would not give him a break."So anyway. You're saying that your reflection moved on its own?" Jamila asked him. "And it talked to you?"

"Sounds crazy right?" He said. "Honey maybe you were dreaming?" She said. "But that doesnt really explain the pigeon man following me or the secret phone or Gus magically growing a fin. Oh and that girl layla who kept calling me Marc and she mentioned you." He started rambling a little as he thought about what layla had said.

"Thats it? I've been texting and calling you for years now! You couldn't give me any sign that you were okay? What about Jamila i haven't heard from her in years." Layla asked.

Before Steven could reply layla rambled on. "Last i heard she was pregnant. Then she left without a trace. Honestly! Not a phone call or text message nothing? At least tell me she's safe with you?" She asked. "Uhh... yea she is?" Steven replied. "Oh thank god. Did you guys have a boy or a girl? Where have the two of you been all these years?"

"Look im sorry, I just found this phone in my flat, and I'm just trying to figure out whose it is." Steven said. "What is with this accent? What is happening right now?" Layla said getting frustrated. "What? Sorry, who do you think I am?" Steven asked slowly. "What do you mean, "who"? What's wrong with you, Marc?" Layla asked confused. "What did you just call me? Who is this? Why did you call me "Marc"? Hello?" Steven said as the called ended.

Jamilas eyebrows furrowed."Wait me? How does she know me?" Jamila asked.

"No idea." Steven said looking at the dark haired girl. Jamila shook her head"that's weird." Then she stopped and looked at him "Wait did you just say that Gus grew another fin?"

As they were sorting out packages they both heard a low growl which kind of sounded like a dog. "Oh bloody hell." Steven said as they both looked at each other.

"Hello? Donna? J. B" Jamila called out into the hallway. "Are pets even allowed in the museum?" Steven tutted. Again they could hear the dog growling. "Here boy." Steven said as he slowly walked out. "Steven what are you doing?" Jamila questioned as she followed him.

"Looking for the dog." He replied to her then went back to what he was doing "where are you? You little bugger." Steven muttered. "Steven Grant of the gift shop. Give me the Scarab now and you and you're little sorceress won't be torn apart." The voice of Harrow spoke. "Oh good lord." Jamila said

They continued walking and the growl seemed louder. Just then they saw the huge feet and saliva drip to the floor.

"Oh. My. God." Jamila said and Steven gasped as they both slowly looked up to see a jackal snarling at them. "Run!" Steven yelled. Jamila obeyed and Steven followed after her as the monstrous jackal started following them.

They ran until they made it into the toilets. Jamila locked the door behind them as the jackal tried to break the door down.

At this point Jamila had considered using her powers to fight. The little training she had done with Strange would have to do. Even if meant that Steven would find out the truth and never trust her again.

She was so caught up in her own thoughts she didnt realise Steven was talking to his own reflection.

"Steven... Steven, I can save us. But I can't have you fightin' me this time. You need to give me control. You understand?" Marc said. "No, what... Control of what? What are you talking about?" Steven asked. "Steven now is not the time. That thing is about to break through the door!" Jamila yelled.

"She's right Steven that thing is about to break through the door. We're out of time. I can help save you. Both of you." Marc told him. "No. No!" Steven refused. "Damn it Steven! If anything happens to my wife i will kill us both!" Marc yelled.

Steven couldn't comprehend what the American man was telling him as he started hitting his own head. "You're not real! Im gonna die. We're gonna die!" He yelled. Jamila had to step in. "Steven stop! Look at me. Its all gonna be okay? We are not going to die! Stay behind me." Jamila said as she started to use her powers.

Stevens eyes widened as she started to blast at the beast who had broken down the door. The beast was determined to kill them though as he came back and used his claws to scratch her on her left arm. "Steven let me out. Let me help her!" Marc yelled again.

Before Steven could reply back Marc had taken over. Stevens eyes rolled back and white cloth strands wrapped around his body. Jamila looked at him in shock. "Steven? Are you okay?" She asked him as she held onto her injured arm. The man in the mask looked at her before hearing the beast growl loudly.

Without any warning he pushed her into one of the toilet stalls. "Hey! Steven!" She said as he slammed the stall door shut.

Slowly she had succumbed to her injury as her eyes shut. The last thing she heard was the man in suit come into the stall and say "Dont worry Princess i've got you."
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Jamila opened her eyes and rubbed them before looking around the room. She was in her own room and bed. Her left arm had a numb throbbing pain. She sighed before getting out of bed and going into the living room to get her first aid kit.

She gasped and froze at the sight before her. Steven was stood in the living room looking down at luna who was asleep as he held her. "Steven? What are you doing here? Are you okay? Please tell me all of that was a dream." She rambled on at him.

Steven slowly looked up at her. His stare was a little cold and harsh. He didn't tsmile at her. His eyes had slightly softened at the sight of her but hardened again.

This was not Steven. It couldn't have been. Unless he was angry at her for using her powers. Afterall Jamila thought his anger was justified towards her. She did hide her biggest secret from him. But still something didn't feel right.

No matter how mad Steven got he had never be known to show no emotion. "Steven?" Jamila called out again.

"Im not Steven." He said in an american accent. "I dont understand. Why are you talking like that? Who are you then if you're not Steven?" Jamila demanded. "No one." He said coldly. "Give me my baby." Jamila said starting to panic. She walked up to him holding out her arms for luna.

Marc closed his eyes and sighed before slowly handing luna to her mother. Jamila held her babygirl close to her chest. "What happened back their? It was all real wasnt it?" She asked for confirmation.

"Yes." Marc said. "You must be the American man that lives in Stevens head." Jamila said. Marc scoffed at this "you won't mention any of this to Steven." He told her.

"Why not?" She sassed. Marc frowned and slowly made his way towards her. Jamila stepped back but the back of her ankles hit the sofa and she sat down. This didnt stop Marc from coming forward and lowering himself to her making them face to face. "Because Steven is a fragile man. And he means a lot to me. He lives a life of peace without knowing about me and you won't take away that peace from him."

The room was silent for a few minutes as they stared at one another. Who ever this man was Jamila did not like him at all. "Get out of my apartment. Just get out." She demanded. Marc said nothing as he left.

Jamila took a deep breath as she put luna in her bed.
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Bit of a long one guys. No memes today unfortunately. I couldnt make any for this chapter. Anyway hope you enjoyed~~D