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The people who had disappeared didn't leave behind any ghosts. And then the spirits from before became less and less because, well, the local death rate slowed when there were fewer people to die. Besides, Harper was pretty sure that most people were happy to leave their current existence behind with things the way they were. For Harper, it was as if someone had pressed a mute button on her life. Her hectic, upside down world was suddenly empty. Ironically enough, if was bereft of the life it once had.

That had been hard.

Losing Stephen Strange had been harder.

She'd waiting for weeks inside the Sanctum, but he never returned.

For five years Harper closed herself off from the world more than ever. She cute herself off from the few people she knew who still existed. She went to work, performed her perfunctory duties, and went home. She didn't even bother with late nights in clubs and one night stands like she might have once upon a time. Losing Strange was one loss too many for a girl who had been abandoned her whole life.

In the end, it was the cats outside, in the ally behind the store. She heard the clatter of a trash can, and upon inspection found a whole pack of them digging for food in the bin. Before, maybe she'd see one stalking along the streets, but never so many at once. Not since...

Harper's hands trembled, and her heart raced as she ran to the front of the store. The streets were filled with confused people with wide eyes. People who hadn't been there in five years.

She'd finished her shift, gone home and buried herself in bed. As the hours ticked by she could hear the celebrations all around, but she wanted none of it. She couldn't dare to let herself celebrate - to hope. She couldn't do it anymore.

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[ Harper's heart fluttered as Strange's hands held her and wiped away her tears. They slowed after a moment. She took a centering breath and rested her hands over his. She felt the familiar scars there and the slight tremor there. She'd missed every bit of him, even the so-called flaws.

She turned her face and kissed the inside of his right palm, and then turned back to smile. ]

I hope you don't expect me to be this emotional all the time now. This is...well, clearly it's a special circumstance.

Are you sure? Because the crying, overly emotional Harper is what I signed up for all along. I was just playing the long game.

[Smiling at her he leaned in and kissed her softly. He didn't need to see her crying to know that underneath all her walls was a tender heart that was afraid. He knew that because he'd been there himself.]

I'm honored that you let me in this much to see that.

[ Harper sank into the sweetness of the kiss. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so comforted, so seen, and still so wanted. She sighed contentedly and returned the kiss with one of her own. She wanted him to feel just as good as she did at that moment. ]

Just don't go telling anyone. I have a reputation to keep. [ She stole another kiss. ] Only you get to see this part of me.

Oh of course not. I'm entirely too selfish to share this side of you with anyone else.

[Just to reassure her he kissed her again, long and deep to reassure her that he wanted all of her. Every part of her was what he was in love with, he was committed to the full Harper experience.]

I'll allow it. [ She kiss was absolutely reassuring, and more than a little tempting. It had been five years, after all, and she never found it in herself to move on.

She nipped playfully at his bottom lip as she returned the kiss. Maybe they should move slow, but hadn't they already learned that every second was precious? That everything could change in the blink of an eye? She didn't want to be slow. ]

You can be as selfish as you want with me.

[Her kiss did things to him, just like it always did. Emotions and desires rushed through him all at once just from that simple act. His body very much wanted to do more but before they did there was something he wanted to ask her. Something he knew could potentially ruin the mood.]

Does that mean that you'll come live with me at the Sanctum? You can keep your place here if you need to get away sometimes but... I don't want to be without you if I don't have to.

[ If they had had this conversation before the blip, Harper might have hesitated to answer him. But as she looked around the sparse space of her bedroom, and then saw the hopeful look on Strange's face, she knew her answer right away. ]

Yes. If you want me there, I'm there.

[ She didn't let herself second guess her answer. The last five years in that apartment had been a lifeless sort of purgatory. She wouldn't be sad to see it go. And though the last thing she wanted to be was clingy, she found that the idea of being near Strange only a near daily basis was the most appealing thing she had heard in a long, long time. ]

[Strange was relieved, his body relaxing at not just her words but how quickly she answered. He would never be grateful for the blip but some of this might have not been so simple otherwise.]

I do. I want you there with me because despite everything in it it won't feel complete if you're not there.

[ Blushing more than she possibly has in her entire life, Harper buried her face against Strange's chest. She wasn't used to feeling so loved, and she felt the need to hide, as if someone saw her too happy they would take it away. Her fingers gripped tightly to his robes, ensuring he couldn't get away. ]

You should try it for five years.

[ Her voice was muffled, and despite the bitter meaning, she sounded like she was teasing. And she was. She wouldn't wish the five empty years she had endured on anyone, least of all Stephen. ]

I want to be wherever you are.

Mmm, I don’t think so. I think I don’t even want to go five days without you.

[Of course it was entirely possible that they might be separated from each other for that long at some point but he hoped not. He hoped that they’d be there for each other every day, regardless of what they were going through.]

You’ve gone and ingrained yourself in ways that it feels like you’re the best parts of me so you’re stuck with me for the long haul.

[ Seriously. She was not used to all those words of love being poured down on her. Her face was probably as red as a tomato now, but she continued to hide it. Hiding place aside, Harper loved the feel of being this close to Strange again. She loved the smell of him that she had lost, but remembered the instant he'd wrapped his arms around her. ]

I want to be stuck. Truth is I've always wanted to be stuck, but I was too scared. Too stupid.

Well we're in agreement then. We're stuck with each other and there's no changing it.

[That sounded rather permanent but Strange wanted it to, wanted to put it out into the universe that they were together now. A unit. There was a strange mixture of vulnerability and strength that came with that he found solace in.]

[ Harper peeked up just enough to meet Strange's eyes with her own. Though it was entirely possible he would see a hint of the redness on her face. ]

Can we go now? I want to. I just...I don't have the best memories here anymore.

Just up and leave right now in an instant?

[Strange quirked an eyebrow at her before he couldn't help but grin. He also did notice the blush on her face but was wise enough not to comment on it just yet.]

Of course we can, I am a master of the mystic arts afterall.

[Slipping on his sling ring Strange conjured a gate and then passed it over them while they were laying on the bed and in an instant they were back in the Sanctum, lying in the bed there.]

[ She'd have to go back later for her things, but for now she couldn't think of anything beyond staying in Strange's arms. A smile curled on her lips as the magic opened up around them. The smell of the Sanctum greeted her like an old friend - the scent of old books and incense. Strange and the Sanctum were so intrinsically connected in her mind that the scent was his as much as it was the Sanctum's. She was surrounded by him from all angles and she couldn't have been happier. ]

You really love throwing that title around, don't you?

It's a very good title. I'd be willing to look into something different though.

[Strange smiled and rolled over so that he was on top of her, looking down. She was so beautiful that he couldn't stop just staring at her. It seemed unfair to say it considering all that had just happened but he really was a lucky man.]

How about boyfriend? It's absolutely ridiculous but I'll be amused every time you say it.

[ Possibly for the first time in Harper's life she did not flinch at the word. She paused, because it was still a turning point for them, no matter how trivial it may have seemed, but it didn't make her want to run or push him away like it would have in the past. She had stopped seeing people for less things than an arbitrary label. But hell, they'd already come this far, and to be honest she found the thought of calling Strange her boyfriend appealing. Mostly because she could call him hers.

She returned his smile with one of her own. She reached up to his face with both hands and buried her fingers in his hair. So close now, it took little effort to lean up and kiss him, soft and sweet, but teasing at more. ]

My boyfriend, Stephen Strange. Has a nice ring to it.

Especially if you put the emphasis on the "my".

[That was what he liked. She could call him whatever she wanted so long as it was hers and he would be happy. That was the important part to him, the part that really mattered and made him feel complete. It was a scary thing to admit, that you weren't fully you without someone else but he knew that was the reality of it and to pretend any different was just ridiculous.]

Oh, absolutely.

[ She continued to smile, glad that they were on the same page. He was hers and she was his. In the end something that she feared so much had become astoundingly clear

She looked at him with a mischievous glint to her eyes. She kissed his cheek. ]

Mine.

[ Then his other cheek. ]

Mine. [ The tip of his nose. ]

Mine. [ She all but growled the last one before tugging at his collar and bringing his lips down to hers in a heated, hungry kiss. ]

[The kisses on his cheek and nose were sweet in the way that she didn't let anyone but him see and it made him smile. He liked when she could feel free to be silly or sweet like that.

The last time she said it, growling it so possessively before she kissed him was anything but sweet but oh so good all the same. Strange liked the possessiveness, the way he could feel that she needed and wanted him in a way that sent heat flushing through his body.]

[ She let the kiss last, let the heat and wanting build up in herself, and hopefully, Strange. The day had been a roller coaster of emotions so far, and that clearly wasn't over yet. Not if Harper had anything to say about it.

When she parted her lips from his though, there was a subtle quiver there - the lone remnant of the fear she had held inside of her for so long. ]

I haven't...with anyone else. Not since you left.

[ She had tried though. Tried to use her old faithful tactic of forgetting. But whenever she had gotten close to taking someone home she had thought of Strange and hadn't been able to continue. ]

[Strange wasn't sure if she wished that Harper had been able to get over him or not. Of course if she had he would have been sad for himself but glad she could get over it. The fact that she hadn't... it was heart breaking and he wanted to make it up to her.]

Well, I haven't either and if I can say so going a few days without you is hell.

[He kissed her again, this time more heatedly, wanting to reassure her that he needed her just as badly as ever.]

Let me start making it up to you?

[ She didn't want to think about the difference in time for them. It hurt too much, even amidst her happiness. But his offer was a kind salve on the wound of the thought. She nodded and kissed him back. Her eagerness was evident in the fervor of her lips, and how she pulled at his shirt collar. ]

Please. [ Her lips quirked in a small smile. ] You'd better get started. You've got five years to make up for, after all.

I hope you're prepared to be lavished with all sorts of attention for quite some time.

[Strange kissed her again and then pulled back, standing up so that he could begin to pull his clothes off. It took him a bit, bruised and sore as it was, but before long he was completely naked and already hard for her. Harper never failed to get him excited.]

[ Any witty retort Harper had died on her lips as Strange stripped in front of her. She'd nearly memorized every inch of that body before he had disappeared, and had dreamed of it constantly. Now though, his body was marked with cuts and bruises that hadn't been there before. She had seen him beat up some before, but never quite to this extent. He probably hurt like hell, and yet there he was, clearly hungry and ready for her.

A mix of desire and concerned welled up in her, and if that didn't constitute as love, she didn't know what did.

She reached out and ran her fingers gingerly over a prominent bruise on Strange's chest. Her eyes roamed his body, taking in every spot of damage and silently promised to lavish him with her own attention soon enough. ]

For all the times I've fantasized about you when you were gone...well, I'm more than ready.

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