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Safe In My Memories (Stephen Strange x Everett Ross x OC)

Summary: Farrah falls prey to a nasty spell and a magically induced coma that traps her in an old memory may be the only way to save her, if she can make it out, that is.

Word Count: 2,099

Warnings: Magic induced coma, slight amnesia, time loop, some angst

"She’s wildly unstable, Strange," Dr. Banner informed the sorcerer. "I honestly don’t know if she’ll make it."

"She'll make it," Stephen replied matter of factly. She had to make it. Farrah was the single strongest woman he knew and if she couldn’t pull through this, well then what hope did anyone else have? "I can magically induce a coma," he suggested, the thought just having come to him.

"Magic is far from my expertise, but that sounds dangerous."

"No more dangerous than standing here watching her possibly die. The coma will trap her in a memory until she’s strong enough to break free and wake up back here in the real world."

"If you think it'll help her chances, then go ahead. We'll still be here to monitor her vitals." With permission having been granted, Stephen, aided by Wanda, readied themselves for the spell that would essentially trap Farrah in her own head until she was strong enough to come out on her own. If she would ever be strong enough for that remained the only variable.

Farrah woke to the sound of her alarm. The sun shone in her window and she felt energized, ready for the day. She looked up at the calendar and smiled. It was her birthday. She smelled her favorite, French toast with fresh strawberries, cooking in the kitchen. She got out of bed and tied up her hair in a messy bun, before padding out to the kitchen in her white sleep shirt with a little red elephant on it and her red sleep shorts.

"Morning, birthday girl. Happy 26th. You didn’t have to get up. I was going to bring you breakfast in bed."

"It’s okay. I wanted to get up. That way I can watch you cook." Farrah's smile was as warm as the morning sun as she beamed at Everett, slaving away at the stove. She put her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder as she watched him prepare her birthday breakfast. When the food was ready he turned off the burner and snuck in a quick kiss to Farrah's cheek before she let him go.

They ate together, Farrah more than happy to share her meal with him. "I took the day off," Everett announced out of the blue.

"You didn’t," she argued. "Not just for me."

"Of course, for you. Is it so bad that I want to be with my girl on her birthday?"

Farrah leaned over and kissed him. "I really did get lucky with you, didn’t I?"

After breakfast, they washed and dried the dishes together at the sink. "So how do you want to spend your day," Everett asked.

"Oh, I don’t know," Farrah feigned, "I think there’s a pretty comfy looking bed in the other room. I guess I’d like to spend my time there with a handsome man beside me."

"I wish you had told me that sooner, I would have ordered one," Everett joked. Farrah swatted his arm and they laughed, retiring to the bedroom. They cuddled up together as Everett put on Farrah's favorite show on Netflix to watch in the background. The day passed them by in a blur of snuggles, snacks and reluctant separations when one of them had to get up. Before they knew it, it was dark out. Farrah yawned despite her best efforts not to. She wasn’t ready for the day to end yet.

She huddled close to Everett under the covers, drifting off into the comfort of sleep. But the comfort did not last long. Farrah soon found herself falling in pitch black darkness. She recognized it as a dream, but could not wake herself from it. Dread crept in under her skin, crawling it’s way through her. It felt all too real, all too familiar, but it wasn’t like any nightmare she’d had before. She finally landed with a thud, darkness still engulfing the area around her, so thick she could not make out her surroundings. Yet she felt something sinister in the air. A name echoed in her head. Dormammu. It echoed so loudly, she thought her skull would crack. Why did it sound so familiar? Before she could think on it too long, she was falling again through the expanse of blackness.

Farrah woke with a jolt and sat upright in bed. It was now bright out, the early light of daybreak, the darkness fully dispersed. It was then her alarm went off. Still shaken, she took in a deep breath of air and tried to shake away the nightmare. Then she glanced to her calendar. It was her birthday.

The smell of breakfast reached her next, her favorite. Everett must have gotten up early just to make it for her. But as she got up, she felt like she was moving on autopilot. Like she’d done this all before. Deja vu, that’s all it was. Happened to everyone right? Just…not usually to her.

Choosing to throw it in as just a remnant of her nightmare, Farrah went out to the kitchen, where her muddled thoughts faded away as she was greeted with Everett's handsome face. "Morning baby," she greeted.

"You’re in a great mood," he remarked.

"Just happy to see you, and it is my birthday. Almost feels like it was just yesterday though."

Everett quirked an eyebrow at her. "Yeah? Well in that case, finish making your own breakfast," he teased.

"Mean! It’s my birthday, you have to be nice to me." She hated to repeat that it was her birthday, but she was still having a hard time believing it for some reason. Maybe she was just having an off day.

And so her birthday passed as almost any other day would. Some more quality time with Everett than she’d usually get, but she hardly wanted to complain about that. Just a quiet, relaxing day that ended in falling asleep with Everett spooning her.

Once again, however, darkness and dread plagued her sleep. The same name echoed in her head, the same dark, creeping feeling in her bones and it all felt like she’d lived it, and was reliving it again. Something was wrong.

Farrah woke with a start, to a bright and sunny day just like the day before. Yet she swore rain had been forecasted. She looked to her clock and stopped it just before the alarm went off. Then she glanced at the calendar. Her birthday? No. Not again.

She rushed to the kitchen and at seeing the look of panic on her face, Everett began to worry. "Is everything alright?"

"I don’t think so. Everett. I don’t think I belong here."

"I think you just had a nightmare," he suggested, but that only seemed to anger her.

"No," she insisted, becoming progressively more distressed. "It wasn’t just a nightmare. I think I'm…stuck in the past." She realized she sounded crazy, but she was starting to believe herself. This wasn’t right. She’d done this before, and it felt like a distant but safe memory. So what was it keeping her safe from?

She needed to figure this out on her own. Farrah, at a loss to explain her concerns to Everett when she didn’t have any solid answers herself, dashed back off to her bedroom and shut the door behind her. Something had to give her a clue. Then she recalled the name from her dream. "Dormammu," she spoke aloud in a whisper, and her head once again had that splitting pain as images passed through her mind. Pressing her hands against her temples, she was taken to the dark. So much darkness, but through it, a face, blurry, but present. Familiar to her, but not enough that she could place it.

The headache passed and the images, however fleeting, now faded completely. She released the pressure she’d put on her temples and contemplated her next move. She didn’t want to repeat this day again, in case she forgot what little of the pieces she could put together. She thought of contacting S.H.I.E.L.D. but the red tape she’d need to get through would only slow her down. So that left her with one decent option. She’d have to go back to sleep.

She came back out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen where Everett was still waiting for her. "I love you," she said, trying to keep the tears from welling in her eyes. She stepped close and kissed him, her hand caressing his cheek, feeling the familiar shape of his jaw with her finger. She had no idea if this would be goodbye, and she didn’t want to leave anything unsaid.

Her plan wasn’t as easy as she hoped. She had to resort to locking Everett out of the room to prevent interruption, and turning on her meditation tapes, a relic she had kept around from her childhood. Her mother had used them and while there were many apps for such things now, she preferred the old reliable method. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she drifted off.

The meditation tapes served to help her take control of her dream, knowing it for what it was now. The key to unlocking her current situation was in there, she just had to sift through the dark to find it.

Farrah shut her eyes and focused. She tried to bring a light into her mind to banish the darkness, a skill she didn’t know if she possessed, but it felt right to her somehow. And it worked, the light was dim, but helped her to navigate this dreamscape. And the face reappeared. It seemed to be trying to speak to her, but she could not hear any sound. She simply focused on the face until it came to her clearly. A man, dark hair, streaked with gray on either side, facial hair, piercing blue gray eyes. Stephen. The name came back to her in an instant and she knew it to be correct. The face belonged to Dr. Stephen Strange. And she knew him. He’d saved her, in a way.

The details still hadn’t settled in her mind, but she remembered dark turning into light, and his face had been the first thing she’d seen after. Now she needed to hear him. What he had to say must be important, and then she could get out of there and back to her life. His voice was brought to the forefront of her mind, and she could finally make out his words, through much concentrated effort.

"Wake up. Come home. Use your magic."

So she was trapped in her head. She’d been right about that. But magic? She possessed no magic. Did she? The light, she suddenly realized. Perhaps the light was her magic. She went back into her head, bringing the light back until it blazed so bright her head began to hurt again. She just had to push a little harder, go towards it, not shirk away. And the light engulfed her at last.

When Farrah opened her eyes again, she initially thought she had failed. The beeping she assumed to be from her alarm clock was her one indicator, but then she focused in on her surroundings and found that she wasn’t in her bed, but in a hospital and the beeping was a monitor she herself was hooked up to. Still dazed, and in a fair amount of bodily pain, she weakly called out. "Everett?"

"She’s awake," a feminine voice shouted, and she was aware of several people rushing into the room.

Her present had not fully caught up with her yet, so it took her a moment to recognize the faces at her bedside. Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner and— Stephen Strange. His eyes held the most worry of them all and the most relief. And in that instant, caught in his eyes, Farrah remembered it all.

The Dark Dimension. Strange freeing her. The time that had passed since she’d been there. Everett had aged. She hadn’t. She hadn’t even seen him since she had escaped that hell. The last time she’d seen him was her twenty sixth birthday. That’s why she’d been trapped in that memory. And now she was with Stephen. Nearly a year now they’d been together. No wonder why he seemed so concerned and relieved that she’d woken up. The spell she’d been hit with had been powerful indeed, but somehow they’d managed to restore her to herself. But she had so many loose ends yet to tie up. But at least her healing could begin.

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