Zahra was dead. At least, she should have been if it weren't for an Egyptian Goddess deciding she didn't deserve to die so young. Yet, Zahra had no memories of the time before becoming an Avatar and it seemed that a trip to a familiar place was soon...
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Marc Spector assumed that when he saw Zahra Okasha through his reflection in the mirror, she couldn't have been real...that he was confusing her with someone else...or that she had some sort of twin. Anything but her, it couldn't be her.
Zahra was dead; he watched her die.
Yet, she was standing in front of him. He knew her eyes, he knew her hair, he knew everything about her. He loved her and she was alive.
"You died...you died...I watched you die," Marc breathed out.
Marc reached out and took Zahra's arm. She wasn't sure what happened but as his hand made contact with the dream catcher tattoo, a small shock went through her, a yelp escaping her mouth as she fell to her knees. Marc was quick in reaction, falling in front of her and asking her what was wrong.
"Zahra, what's wrong?" Marc panicked. "Zahra!"
The memories of Marc Spector returned in waves, pulsing all the emotions through Zahra as she found every single moment in her life that Marc was in...including some with Layla in them too.
She and Marc running through the streets of Cairo as Zahra laughed; Marc spinning around in his suit as Zahra gave the middle finger to an invisible khonshu; her wedding day in a very small chapel; Zahra singing in Arabic to him. Yet, she still had no memories of Steven, her family or the night of she lost everything.
"Marc?" Zahra breathed harshly as she looked up.
"Zahra, do you remember me?"
Zahra breathed,"I do, Oh god, our lives are fucked up."
"I know," Marc laughed, leaning his head against hers. "You okay?"
"Okay? No!" Zahra stared at Marc in close proximity. "I've been without any kind of memory for two months, Marc. I don't think I'm going to be okay anytime soon. How the hell did you even do that?"
"I didn't do anything!"
"I didn't have memories two minutes ago and then you come along and— I just need a minute."
Marc helped Zahra to her feet as the Egyptian took in her distress and whirled it into whatever relief she could process. She didn't have time to be upset and she didn't have anything to be upset about...not really. This is what she wanted, some form of an answer.
"Great, the bug is back!" Khonshu complained.
Marc went to reply but Zahra beat him to it.
"Oh shut up, you stupid bird!" Zahra hissed.
Marc saw the armoured woman but he had convinced himself that it couldn't have been Zahra...she was dead...and even if she wasn't...she wasn't an avatar.
