"What the hell is going on? Why can't you remember anything (Y/N)? and Is this Steven the latest fake identity for you?" Layla asked the pair who was currently on the back of her motorbike. "I figured you were using a coded message when we spoke on the phone."

"How did you find us?" (Y/N) asked as she held onto Layla's waist.

"How'd you think? I tracked your phones." She told her, "I thought you wanted me to do that when you turned it on."

"Right. Yeah." Steven says from behind (Y/N), his hands holding onto her shoulders.

"You know, you really could have given me any sign that you were both alive." Layla spoke, looking through her mirror at the pair. "I thought that you were in danger, or kidnapped again. I just kept thinking, "She's got those powers and he's got the suit. They're fine." Then, I thought, "Well, what if they get ambushed when she can't use her powers or when he's not wearing it? And "What if they don't have it?" And.. would you stop clasping (Y/N)'s shoulders like that. She's pushing into me!" Layla exclaimed, glancing back at them.

"I don't know where to hold." Steven stuttered, not wanting to offend his best friend.

(Y/N) laughed slightly and was about to tell him where but the motorbike went over a bump, sending Steven's chest pressing against her back. His muscular arms sliding around her waist, grasping her sides tightly. The girl couldn't help but flush at this, looking straight head.

"Do you see the spiral you to put me through?" Layla says more calmly, "It's not okay, yeah? I'm still your best friend and sister (Y/N)."

The (H/C) haired girl froze, wait.. SISTER!?, she screamed inside her mind, not remembering herself having this woman as a best friend and let alone a 'sister'. (Y/N) looked over her shoulder at Steven who gave her a 'I have no idea' look.

"By the way, this would be a great time for you to say something. Anything. Just in case it's not clear." Layla talks again and snapped the other woman out of her thoughts.

(Y/N) cleared her throat, "Sorry, sorry.. did you say sister?"

Layla scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Look, I'm pretty sure we lost whoever was chasing you guys. Just drop the act."

"It's not an act. I.. don't remember anything." The (H/C) haired girl admitted in a small voice and felt Steven's arms tightened around her waist.

Layla's heart dropped momentarily but shakes her head, not believing she had forgotten everything, forgotten everything about him. "Okay, Get off the bike." She demands.

"No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. Please." The pair behind her exclaim frantically.

"Please, we will tell you everything, just get us to my flat, yeah?" Steven asks as Layla stares at them both from her side mirror. "Just get us home."

~

Once the trio arrived at the flat, Steven opened the door and let the girls in first. (Y/N) watched as her 'sister' went over towards the fish tank, glancing at the fish inside.

She almost jumped seeing Steven's reflecting in the fish tank, however it wasn't him as he was standing next to her. Marc watched (Y/N) through the glass.

"I just want my life back with (Y/N).." Steven muttered, the male in a conversation with his reflection.

"Yeah, I'm getting that." Layla huffed, walking away from the fish tank.

"No. Sorry, I wasn't talking to you, just talking to myself. Sort of." He stuttered his reply, the best friends watching Layla stare at his ankle chain on his bed.

"Uh, this is your flat, Marc?" Layla asked in uncertainness.

"Uh, I'm Steven." He corrected.

"Are you living here with (Y/N)?" Layla asked, turning around to the pair with narrowed eyes.

The (H/C) haired girl choked on air, understanding what she meant and shook her head. "I'm his neighbour." She says back.

"No, this is my mum's flat." Steven replies and walked closer to the exploring girl with (Y/N) standing near the fish tank.

"Okay, so you guys are talking again?" Layla's question made Steven freeze, unsure but hummed as an answer.

The curly haired girl picked up a book, reading the title out loud. "Marceline Desbordes-Valmore?"

"Yep." Steven nods and starts reciting the poem in french which made (Y/N) and Layla join in at the end. "Oui, oui. She's my favorite poet."

Layla raised her eyebrows, "Um, no, she's mine and (Y/N)'s favourite."

The (H/C) haired girl watched confused as Steven replies with, "That's mental."

Layla sighed and walked over towards the desk, glancing around seeing the pairs books they read together, "So, you're both learning French and hieroglyphics?"

"Yeah, well.. That's not that impressive, really." Steven shrugs and walks over to the table with (Y/N). "It's not like hieroglyphus are a whole language."

"It's more like a.." (Y/N) trails off.

"Like an alphabet." Layla finished her sentence which made the other woman stare stunned.

"Yeah, and.. well, you still have to know ancient Egyptian to read it." (Y/N) starts again and shows the curly haired girl a book. "For example, like this one here, right?"

"Funeral rites." Layla answers, already seeming to know her stuff about this.

(Y/N) smirks slightly, impressed. "Well, someone knows their unilaterals. That's amazing."

"Yeah." Layla chuckles, matching the other girls smile.

(Y/N) sheepishly rubs the back of her head, "Sorry, I don't mean that in a creepy way."

"No, I'm sorry. I'm not buying this, (Y/N), Marc." Layla glances back and forth between the pair, upset. "Use whatever cover up and accent you want. Yeah."

She inhaled sharply and stared at (Y/N). "You really don't remember anything?"

The (H/C) haired girl pursed her lips, shaking her head sadly. "No, all I remember is living here for my entire life and the rest is a blur."

"You don't even remember what that bracelet is for?" Layla asked and received another shake of a head.

"That's your engagement ring." The curly haired girl spoke softly. "Your engaged to Marc." The words hanged heavy in the air.

(Y/N)'s body tensed, eyes open in shock hearing the information. She took a peak at Steven's expression and it was a mix of, pain, confusion and fondness.

"What? No way.." She breathed out, her head spinning from all this new information.

Steven grabbed (Y/N)'s elbow, seeing her becoming wobbly and held her up. She was about to ask another question but a sudden knock at the door made the trio tense.

"(Y/N) (L/N) and Steven Grant, can we have a word?" A woman's voice asked from behind the door.

"Oh, god, they've come for us." Steven whispers yells.

"Why?" Layla asked the pair.

"We vandalised the toilet.." The pair replies.

The loud knocking continues which made Steven yell out, "Yeah, just a minute."

(Y/N) gives Layla a quiet motion as she goes to hide and goes to the door, Steven already in front. "Yeah?"

"DC Fitzgerald and DC Kennedy here." The same woman's voice spoke behind the door.

"Yeah, one second." Steven says, opening his door and peaks his head out to see the officer there, holding up there badges. "Hello, officers."

"Steven Grant? And (Y/N) (L/N)?" The woman questions.

"I think so, yeah. I mean, yep, yes." Steven stutters over his words. "That's us, 100%."

"Mind if we come in, Mr. Grant?" DC Kennedy asks.

"Right now isn't the best.." (Y/N) now talks, getting very bad vibes coming from the two and just then the door is slammed open by the male officer. Steven pulls his best friend back, barely missing the door slamming in her face. (Y/N) glares at the officers backs.

"Anyone else here with you two?" DC Kennedy asks just as she walks into the flat.

"Uh, here with us? No, just us and my fish." Steven replies, pointing over to his fish.

The best friends shared a uneasy look, walking over to the officers who were searching the flat. "So, um is this about the toilet? Cause it's been dealt with. Yeah. We've been sacked." (Y/N) explains and the two end up where DC Kennedy is holding up Steven's ankle lock on his bed.

"I have a sleeping disorder." Steven says seeing her holding it up. "And, yeah, well, the museum said that they wouldn't press charges as long as, uh.. as long as we do it in installments."

DC Kennedy opened the bathroom door, glancing around like she was looking for something. Turning around when she found nothing and (Y/N) frowned, pulling Steven's body closer to hers.

DC Fitzgerald held up a pyramid in front of the pairs faces. "What's this?"

"It's a paperweight." (Y/N) grunted, hearing footsteps approaching them.

"Where'd you get it?" DC Fitzgerald continues his questioning making the girls eyelids twitch.

"Paperweight shop." (Y/N) says in a duh tone and the officer hums, placing the item down.

"You're in possession of a stolen item." The male officer tells them as the pair sits down on chairs.

(Y/N)'s eyes narrow down on DC Fitzgerald as he approaches the bag on the table. "We don't have it. It's not here." She snaps, looking between the male and DC Kennedy.

DC Fitzgerald pulls out the passports from the bag, "Marc Spector? and (Y/N) (L/N)?" He shows the passports up, walking over to the pair.

"That's not ours." (Y/N) exclaims in annoyance.

"Funny that." The older adult knelt down, still holding up the passports. "These fella's look just like you both."

"Fake passports and thieves." DC Kennedy comments, leaning on the bookshelf.

DC Fitzgerald tsk's, once and twice.

"I think it's best you both come with us." The lady officer says, holding up handcuffs for the pair.

~

"I cannot believe this." (Y/N) hisses through her teeth, her and Steven both handcuffed in the back seat of the officers car. Despite the girl trying to yell their way out, they still ended up here.

Steven was squirming in the seat making the girl place her thigh over his, the male instantly stopping and his muscles tensing under her thigh.

"Wow. Lookie, lookie. Guess what we've got here, Billy." DC Kennedy talks, a computer in hand.

"Go on, tell me." DC Fitzgerald prompts, driving the car on the road.

"We've only got our ourselves a full-blown, international fugitive." She tells him, speaking about Steven.

(Y/N) growls, russling her chained up hands and shuffled so her back was slightly leaning against Steven's side and glared into the mirror, knowing the driver could see her. "That's not him. It's a mistake."

"Marc Spector was part of a team of mercenaries that hit a dig site in Egypt." DC Kennedy reads of the computer, "Here's what they did to the archaeologists." She reads the words again and glances back at the pair.

"Zip-tied and shot in the back of the head, execution-style."

(Y/N) feels Steven tense underneath her leg. She watched as DC Fitzgerald looks at them through the mirror, "That's dark, man."

"No, no, no. I didn't do that. That's not me." Steven bables and (Y/N) believed him, she knew her innocent man wouldn't do anything like this.

"Of course you didn't, Steven" DC Kennedy spits the words out, ephasing the man's name and once again (Y/N) wanted to throw a punch.

The car eventually comes to a stop, making the (H/C) haired girl glance around seeing them nowhere near a bloody police station. Her panic now rising.

"I thought we were going to the police station." Steven admits confused, moving his body slightly so his leg was closer to (Y/N)'s thigh.

The male officer fixed his mirror, staring at them with a creepy look. "Now, why would you think that?"

"Sit tight, yeah?" DC kennedy asks, glancing at the now panicking pair. The two of them unbuckle and exited the car.

"Shit!" (Y/N) curses, leaning the back of her head on Steven's chest who was looking around for a way out.

The two adults let out a loud yelp just as a ball hits the car, scaring them. Then a young girl comes into view, making the best friends gain hope.

Steven knocks his head on the window, trying to get her attention. "Hello. Hello! Excuse me, could you help us? Help, please. We've been kidnapped.." He trails off and stops when the girl turns around, seeing a very familiar tattoo on her wrist.

"She's one too.." (Y/N) whispers, voice wavering realising the situation they were in. She closes her eyes momentarily, almost screaming when she spotted Steven - Marc looking at them through the window reflection.

Her best friend groans and gasps, alerting her as she sees him even more stressed now. "What?" He breaths out.

"You don't need to fight me, Steven. Surrender control." Marc says.

Steven shook his head, his whole face showing he was terrified. "No, No. I saw what you did to those people." His voice was small.

"It's not what you think." Marc says concerned, him now in a different mirror reflection.

"I am never giving you control again." Steven stands his ground, "Ever. Do you hear me?" Though his next words come out more angry, "And you stay away from (Y/N), yeah?"

Marc's face falls, a pained expression spreading across his face hearing those words. Trying to glance at his fiancée, but she just hid her face in Steven's shoulder. Crushing his heart even more.

"I hear you loud and clear, Steven Grant of the gift shop." Arthur's voice rings out in the car, making the best friends painc. They both gasp and yell out when the car door is opened. Steven falling out first with (Y/N) landed on top of him, groaning. Her face dug into his shoulder, not wanting to look up hearing footsteps around them.

"I'm sorry for the wait. We just needed a chance to better understand your situations." Arthur crouched down to them and (Y/N) bared her teeth hearing his voice in person. "Do you have the keys?" He asked DC Kennedy who was behind him and she gave them to him.

"Let's get you guys out of those cuffs." He unlocked the cuffs and the best friends hands were free. (Y/N) turned her wrist around, cracking them from having them tied up for so long. She also checked for her bracelet, sighing when she saw it was now a ring on her finger.

"Well, no wonder your scales don't balance." Arthur says as Steven stands up, grabbing (Y/N) up from the ground also.

"It must be very difficult having all those voices inside one head." Arthur said to Steven, fixing up up coat which made (Y/N) move forward slightly, glaring at the old man.

"Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Khonshu." He listed, eyeing the pair up and down, inspecting them. "I'm curios, do you think that Eenta chose you (Y/N) to gain her powers and do you think that Khonshu chose you as his Avatar because your mind would be so easy to break or because it was broken already?"

(Y/N)'s palms were heating up again, the girl getting pissed at what the old man said about Steven.

"No, I'm not broken." Steven says in a quiet voice, breaking his best friends heart hearing it. "Just need some help, maybe."

"That's right. That's why I'm here, to help." Arthur reasuress which didn't effect (Y/N) because she knew he was bad news.

Her breathing got ragged seeing the same bone head figure behind Arthur, hearing the same thing happen to Steven. "Do you see him? You see him right now? That's a privilege I no longer have."

"Kill him!" Khonshu demands the best friends, his white material floating in the wind behind him.

"What's he saying, huh? Is he telling you to kill me?" Arthur questions and this made (Y/N) curious because he was asking Steven, not both of them. She could see and hear the god just like her best friend.

"Break his windpipe!" Khonshu demands again, closer this time and (Y/N) had to stifle her laugh, loving the way he talked.

"Yeah." Steven nods, his hand searching for the (H/C) haired girl hands, interviewing their fingers and squeezed. Hard. She could feel how nervous and scared he was, his palm's said it all.

"Well, just remember, you don't have to do everything he asks." Arthur chuckles, a hand on Steven's shoulder. "So, before you get excited and put on the cape, I'd love to take this opportunity to show you both around."

Steven gasps and yelps just as the wind picks up, having a death grip on (Y/N)'s hand now. While she stood there unamused.

"It's all right, it's all right. That's all he can do without your help. Come." The older male smoothed, leading the pair away and into a different direction. "See, this neighborhood used to have the highest crime rate in all the city. There was so much suffering, so much pain.." He pauses to greet some people, seeing someone playing the violin.

Steven still holding (Y/N)'s hand, reaches up and pulls her hoodie up, not wanting her to catch a cold with the fresh breeze. She smiled gently at the gesture and continues to listen to the conversation.

"It was truly heartbreaking. Now people don't lock their doors at night. They feel safe." Arthur explains and then spots someone in a garden. "Oh, Chase, are those the tomatoes?"

The man named Chase nods, brining over a box full of tomatoes. "You have a green thumb. Beautiful. Thank you." The cane man admits, smiling.

"But you don't want to tell anyone, no." He continues on to the hand in hand pair once Chase walked away. "People don't want to hear good news. They'd rather cling to their fear, cling to their pain."

A goat bleats mid sentence and the best friends turn to it, pointing a finger. "Goat.."

"What?" Arthur glances at the goat. "Yes." He chuckles, and then starts speaking in Mandarin to some of the locals. Kicking a ball that landed near his foot to the owner, the girl speaking back in Mandarin.

"You all speak Chinese?" Steven asked and (Y/N) huffed in air at his question.

"Ah, Mandarin." Arthur corrects, leading the pair into a temple of shorts. "We all aspire to learn three languages. So, we teach each other. We share our knowledge."

(Y/N) looked around the temple, seeing fire lighting up the area with many people in there doing stuff, as well as eating. "Wow." She says in awe, looking at the big community.

"You guys hungry?" Arthur asks them. "The food's free."

"You're vegans, right?" He asks again and received nods of heads. (Y/N) wasn't, but she would just eat what Steven would. "Yeah, so am I."

He leads them over to the food station, "You might wanna try the lentil soup. I made it this morning. It's Victor's recipe." He points to the male who looked up smiling, "Gracias, Victor."

"He's from the Yucatan. He's... No, he's very funny." Arthur informs, handing the pair a plate each which meant they let go of their interlocked hands. "I know being on the right side of things is important to you both. Eenta tried and Khonsu always tries to ensnare those with a strong moral conscience."

"Don't you dare say her name!" Khonshu's deep voice growl was heard in the best friends head. (Y/N) glanced around confused, what was there relationship..?  However, her thought stopped when she had to hold her laugh down again hearing his other reply. "You have no conscience." Some of the cabinets got pushed over, probably because of the grumpy god.

"You don't have to listen to him." Arthur says, "He often throws a temper tantrums, like a two-year-old." The best friends were given a bowl of something, (Y/N) smiled in thanks and they made their way to join the older man at the table. "None of the gods, expect for Eenta respects him. Perhaps that's why he's banished."

"We only punish those who have already done harm." Khonshu's deep voice talked again, him standing up on one of the ledges in the temple. "I am real justice!"

"What's he saying now? "I am real justice?" Arthur quoted, picking up some salt or pepper from the table.

"Can you hear him?" Steven asked.

Arthur shook his head, "Not anymore. I was his former Avatar. Before you. I was the fist of vengeance." He places a spoon in his mouth, eating the food from the bowl.

"I'm not the fist of anything." Steven says then points to his head, "That's the little American man living inside me."

(Y/N) snorted a little hearing his comment, mixing around her food and listened. Suddenly remembering that American was apparently her fiance, this made her wince, not having any memories of this nor her so called sister and her having goddess powers.

"And that's, uh, that's Marc?" Arthur asked smoothly, making the best friends pause and shared a knowing look. Change the subject.

"Soup's.. Yeah, it's very good. It's ace." (Y/N) complimented with a fake smile to the older man.

"Khonshu punishes those who have already walked an evil path. His retribution comes too late." He completely dodges her statement, "By the time his fist of vengeance arrives, people have already suffered. Ammit knows this too well. She tears evil up from the root, casting her judgement before any evil's done. That's why we must resurrect her."

"Right." (Y/N) mumbles saracisitly.

"But.. isn't that a bit dodgy?" Steven adds awkwardly,  "Like, trusting the judgment of a weird crocodile lady?"

Arthur shakes his head, "You don't need to doubt her judgment. Ammit will light the path to good by eradicating the choice of evil, which brings us to the scarab."

Just then the sound of chairs being pushed out was heard, people staring to surround the best friends eating. (Y/N) placed her spoon back in the bowl, now placing her attention on her surroundings.

"That scarab functions as a kind of compass, leading us to Ammit's tomb. She's out there, waiting, longing to be freed." More and more people gathered around (Y/N) and Steven, the girl's body heating up for some reason as this happened.

"While the cruel masses deserve to face her judgement. And in the wake of their screams, evil eradicated." Arthur finishes then glances at the pair, "(Y/N), Steven, to exist at that moment? Heaven on earth." He paused, "So, the scarab."

"Oh, we don't have it." Steven says, gesturing with his hand on the table.

"No?" Arthur says surprisingly calm.

"Honestly, we don't it." (Y/N) sighs, getting irritated with the people hanging around their area.

"Well, maybe you both know someone who does?" Arthur looks up, "Maybe Marc?"

(Y/N) bumps her shoe against Steven's, giving him a side glance which he caught and knew she didn't want him spilling anything. "No, we don't." She speaks through her teeth.

"May I speak with Marc?" He questions Steven, which he stuttered for words so the older man questioned again. "Marc, what has Khonshu promised you? That this is your last mission? Then you'll be free? Trust me when I tell you Khonshu is a liar. There's always one last thing."

Steven gulps, breaking the rising tension. "Sorry. If Ammit judges people pre-evil, like, before the fact, then isn't she judging an innocent person? I mean, a thought can't be evil, can it? I think about killing my boss all the time, but I wouldn't actually do it." (Y/N) slightly chuckles at her best friends end sentences, knowing he wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Steven.." Arthur tries to get his attention.

"What about a child? Would she kill a child for something they might do in 30 years?" Steven stresses, the male having a point though.

"I'm glad you mentioned that. Sometimes, the cure is a little taste of the disease." Arthur explains, "The difference between medicine and poison sometimes is only dosage. Consider a diseased limb." He gestures with his hands, "Amputation, horrific, and grotesque, is necessary for the larger health."

"But the child is not a diseased limb." (Y/N) hisses through gritted teeth, looking around at everyone in the room with appalled eyes."You're all into that, like, killing children and that? We kind of draw a ling there at child murder."

Arthur just stares at the pair for a few seconds then talks, "Do you know what this is?" He gestured to his cane.

"Yep. It's a cane, yeah." The pair said in sync.

"This is.." He picks up the cane and (Y/N) immediately felt a bad feeling go through her stomach. "Ammit's gift to her first Avatar." The man now stood up, showing the object to them.

"All right." (Y/N) and Steven nodded their heads and the girl sensed everyone moving back slowly which made her grasp Steven's sleeve tightly. Her body heating up much more now.

"It contains in it a tiny sliver of her power." (Y/N) stood up, pulling Steven up with her also and pushed him behind her slightly seeing the cane glowing purple. "I don't wanna use it. I don't."

"Then don't." (Y/N) snaps, moving herself and Steven towards the exit. "We can't help you."

"Yes, you can." Arthur replies, walking over to where the pair were slowly moving. "I need to know, where is the scarab?"

(Y/N)'s eyes starting getting the same white flare in them again, getting ready to defend herself and Steven if needed.

"I have it." The voice of Layla was heard, seeing the woman holding up the scarab. She slowly makes her way down to the best friends.

"You couldn't possibly understand the value of what you're holding." Arthur says, one of his hands held out to take it. "Let me have that, I'll keep it safe."

"There is no deal in this, Marc. Fix this. Fix this!" Khonshu's deep voice was back, the god behind the best friends as Layla walked to them.

"Use your powers and summon the suit." She tells the confused pair.

"Huh?" (Y/N) arches her eyebrows.

The curly haired woman turned to her best friend, "Use your powers."

(Y/N) just stared confused, "My powers?"

"And keep this safe." Layla gives her the scarab and then she gives it to Steven, knowing he got pockets.

"So be it." Arthur turns around, most likely going to do something bad with the cane.

"Let's go, let's go." Layla grabs (Y/N)'s wrist who tugs along Steven automatically.