Moon Phases (Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader)

Chapter XLI.

Now, with Jen out of the way, only Billy, Agatha, and you were left in the room. It was still unknown what this trial truly was and if the Road had chosen to speed it up and end it right now.

Technically, the road would end once the green witch had her trial. Not everyone had to be trialled. At least it didn't last time.

Now... you were not so sure.

"This can end right here, right now." Agatha suddenly said as she sat down in a meditating position.

"How?"

You frowned, but as you locked eyes with your lover, you could almost read her thoughts. "By helping you next. Helping you find Tommy."

Agatha smiled faintly at your quick thinking and keen ability to connect the dots. She then patted the spot in front of her while looking at Billy.

"Come. Sit Down."

Billy did not seem to believe her fully. "What?"

Agatha remained patient. "That's what you want, right? Tommy isn't waiting out there. Not in a body, anyway. That's what got Rio in such a stir. She knows you could do it for him."

"Do what?"

"Give him another life! Another spin around the dance floor."

This interested Billy and he ended up sitting on top of his folded legs right in front of Agatha, desperation and undying hope glowing in his dark eyes.

"You think I can bring him back?" He questioned. "I don't know how I did it."

It was your turn to smile weakly as you moved to sit behind Billy. "You never do. That's the fun in it. " You folded your legs and leaned on the heels of your feet to keep some height.

Billy looked at you above his shoulder, surprised by your close proximity and the fact that he didn't know what you were planning to do; it worried him.

Sure, you did not have any foul means in the end, like Agatha, but you were a fully powered-up witch with some impressive skills in your arsenal.

"Time to grow up," Agatha said, drawing his attention. "And don't worry about Y/N. She will help since... well, I don't have my powers back yet. "

In the end, Billy obeyed with some hesitation. He gave you one last look, trying to gain courage from your reassuring smile.

"It's okay, Billy. We can do this," you told him and motioned for him to focus back on Agatha. "Close your eyes and remember... remember your last moments with Tommy."

Billy closed his eyes and tried to take a few deep breaths while he explored his messy and divided mind for what he was looking for.

"I don't remember anything." He confessed.

Agatha looked at you, a silent signal to give him a little boost.

You took a deep breath and concentrated, white magic gathering gently in your palms. You were more confident about this, for you had done it before.

Using magic to help trigger a memory was a skill Agatha had helped you practise, offering herself as your guinea pig until you got it right.

It scared you at first, as you feared you might hurt her, but she had remained fully trusting in you, knowing you would do it.

You closed your eyes and placed your hands close to Billy's temples, not touching his skin. Your white magic came alive and moved in gentle waves towards his head, bypassing any natural barrier they met.

"You were ten. You lived in Westview. You and your brother." Agatha started as you used your magic to jog his memory, a more subtle way of the trick she used on Wanda back then.

Billy was trying trying hard to remember. He didn't register when your magic started to affect him. He didn't have time to focus on it as his memory started to get jogged. "I was... about to fall asleep. I realize I'm breathing at the same time as Tommy. He's not snoring, but... It's heavy enough to listen to. It's nice. That feeling when your body knows it's safe."

Agatha hummed faintly in approval. "Breathe with him. Breathe." She guided him.

His breathing became even, and you would have smiled with pride if you were not focusing on controlling your magic.

The little silence didn't last long as Billy started to sweat faintly, eyes twitching behind closed eyelids, and they could almost feel the intensity of his subconscious travel as it passed through your magic.

"The sound of him. It stops because everything else does." He exclaimed, a single finger faintly twitching.

"It's your mother folding her world. That's okay. It's okay." Agatha reassured him. "You keep breathing. Even if you can't hear him, you don't have to open your eyes to know how close he is. Breathing together. You breathe for yourself. You breathe for him. You breathe for everything he is. You hold it all inside of you. But it can't stay there. The memories. The feelings. You can't keep them." Billy started twitching more, his mind fighting him as the experiences and emotions were becoming too much.

You had to open your eyes and look at Agatha with worry, feeling the inner turmoil within the boy. You felt sorry for him, not able to even imagine the traumatic experience he had been going through.

However, you were also worried that he might break from this meditation and attempt to see how much he was fighting it. If he did, you doubted there would be enough time to start again and help him.

Agatha seemed to share your thoughts, for she chose to act. She placed her hands above yours and forced them to press against his temples.

The sudden move shocked you, but you immediately had to close your eyes and keep control. His emotions and the connection you subtly shared due to your magic threatened to overwhelm you as well.

You took a few deep breaths and tried to focus on Agatha's warm hands, bigger and softer, cupping your own. They were trying to help with whatever remnants of magic she had taken from Alice and whatever her own strong will could do.

So, the two of you worked together to encourage Billy and help him keep going now that he was so close to the end.

"Keep your eyes closed no matter what. You can't keep him. So where does he go?" Agatha asked, trying to focus as well and gain any connection through your magic as well.

"I don't know!" Billy said in a panic.

"Find him a place."

"It's black. There's nothing. He floats. He looks down... He's afraid." His pants grow deeper and louder, and you can feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and rolling by the side of his temples, getting stopped by your hands.

At the same time, above you, the lights keep turning off one by one, unevenly.

"But he has you with him now." Agatha reminded Billy.

"I can't find a place."

"Don't give me that. 120 bodies empty out every minute. Find one."

Billy was quiet for a few seconds, which worried you, but you did not dare break your concentration, fearing the worst.

At last, he started to speak again, and his words brought hope within your chest.

"It's underwater! There's a boy. It's a prank. They tricked him. He's going to drown. It's a bad place." In his mind, he informed me that he could feel and see everything as if he was suffering from them himself.

"It usually is."

"And the people, the family, there's no one to love him! He's got no one!" You caught faintly his hands glowing blue as his magic worked. "Agatha, am I killing this boy so my brother can live?"

Billy screamed as he succeeded in the task, the lights above flickering. A crack in the cement appeared between Agatha and him, and in the very next second, he disappeared from the room, never getting an answer and just leaving you and Agatha behind.

Once again, the two of you were left at the very end of the road.