A/n- Khonshu fanfiction guys...?? (half joking)

TRIGGER WARNING!!: ALLUSION TO CHILD ABUSE AND PANIC ATTACK

Younger version of Marc pushed over all the toys on his desk in his room, and curled up on the floor, knees to his chest against the corner of his room.

Adult version of Marc was standing there watching, as (Y/N) and Steven appeared from behind him, looking around at the room.

"I don't..." Steven trails off and looks around at his room, "This is my room. I remember some things, but I don't remember this."

A sudden harsh knock at the door has younger Marc flinching, "It's not Mom. It's not my Mom."

Another brief set of harsh knocks occurred, followed by Wendy's voice, "Marc, open this door. Open this door right now!"

"It's not my Mom." Adult Marc mumbles and shakes his head, just as (Y/N) threw him a worried look.

"Open this door!"

"It's not my Mom. It's not my Mom." The younger boys eyes rolls to the back of his head, and then back to normal as he looks around, "Bloody hell," He comments in a british accent, "Look at the state of this place. Better sort it out before Mum sees it." He added as he picks up the pens he knocked down.

"Marc, open this door right now!" Wendy bellows in rage from the otherside of the door.

Adult Marc looked at the two next to him for any reactions, and he saw them staring at a poster on the wall.

Steven narrows his eyes down seeing it, "'When danger is near, Steven Grant has no fear.'" He reads from the poster, "You made me up." He realized in dismay, as (Y/N) audible gasped with wide eyes.

The banging on the door continues, "Open this door right now!" The door bursts open and Wendy strolled in with a vicious scowl.

Young Marc, who was now Steven was still innocently arranging his stationary into the pencil stand, unaware of his mother at the door.

"You're gonna learn to listen," She reached over and picked up a belt from the hook on the wall, "Why do you have to make me do this?"

"No, why would she-" (Y/N)'s words get caught in her throat as Marc pulls her out and Steven out of the room.

"I wanna see what she did." Steven exclaims as he gets pulled out of the memory, not getting to witness what his cruel mother did.

"You disgusting human." Wendy uttered, and her words were followed by a sharp crack of the belt on skin.

Marc had successfully pulled the best friends out of the room, before they could see the end result, "You do not need to see that. That's the whole point of you."

Steven's rage flares at this, stepping in front of his best friend and threw his fist, punching Marc across the face, "The point of me? What? To be your stress ball?" He retorted as (Y/N) glanced between her boys with a conflicted expression.

He shakes his head sadly, "All this time I thought I was the original, but I'm just something that you made up."

Marc stares at him strongly, "You've got to live a happy, simple, normal life with (Y/N)," He starts off, voice cracking, "You understand?"

Steven frowns, holding his hand up to his chest, "But it was all a lie, wasn't it?"

"So what?" Marc hissed through his teeth, "What does it matter? What? You wanna remember the truth?" He gestured to the door they came out of, "That you had a mother that beats you? That hated you? That made your life a living hell?"

(Y/N) feels Steven grab her hand, as she felt her heart clench at Marc's words, the entire situation making her heart hurt.

"You're lying. You're just trying to upset me." Steven denies strongly as he pulls the girl closer to his side, away from Marc.

"But you've gotten to live thinking she loved you. That she was kind. That she's still alive!" Marc yells the last sentence with a shaky voice, making Steven freeze in his tracks.

"What?" He breathes out with wide eyes, "What are you talking about? She's alive. I speak to her every day. What are you talking about?"

"Dad called me after all these years, about her Shiva, and I couldn't do it." Marc admitted weakly.

"No, this is all wrong." Steven scoffs and shakes his head in denial, "This is all wrong."

Marc took a step forward, frowning. "Steven, I'm sorry."

"Oh, no, no, no. No, no, no. No, thank you." He rambles in rising anxiety, waving his free hand around as (Y/N) tried to calm him down, but it went deaf to his ears, "No. Let me out, let me out!"

~

Steven continues to ramble the same words to himself as the scenery changed once more, seeing he was back in a familiar office.

He opens his eyes and gasps seeing who was in front. Without thinking, he throws his glass of water at Dr. Harrow and stands up quickly, spitting out an apology, "God. I'm so sorry. Sorry-" He places the the cup down and continues on with his apology.

Dr. Harrow pulls out the same material and cleans his face of the water.

"You gave me a real start there. Gave you a bit of a wash, didn't I?" Steven chuckles nervously as he places a hand on Harrow's shoulder.

The doctor looks up at him, "Steven?"

Steven freezes and blinks rapidly with wide eyes, stepping back from the male, "Hold on a minute. What's this-"

Harrow nods his head pleased, "It's good to see you again."

"What is this? Is this some kind of test?" Steven questions with a finger point and looks around the office room, seeing statues of Gods, "I recognize this place. What's this?"

"Steven, I'm your doctor. Remember?"

Steven scoffs, "You're my doctor?"

Harrow nods his head in agreement, his glasses now off. "I'm here to help you."

"Dr. Harrow, yeah, is it?" Steven recalls and looks over to the diploma hanging on the wall, "Oh, yeah, look at that. Well.." He turns back to the doctor, "You've really gone up in the world, haven't you?"

"I was beginning to worry we might never speak again." Dr. Harrow admits to him.

Steven stares at him with big eyes, slightly making a noise in disbelief as he squints gaze, "It's so strange. The little haircut. Little silly 'tache there." He gestured to his face. "It's very Ned Flanders."

Dr. Harrow gives him a pointed look, placing his glasses back on. "Steven."

"What's Taweret up to now?"

Harrow sighs, "It's my fault. I asked Marc to open up to (Y/N) and you. Did he get a chance to speak with you two?"

Steven's gazes hardens at him mentioning his best friends name, "Yeah, well, he-" He pauses, frowning, "He lied to us. That's what he did."

"Mmm-hmm. And what do you feel that he lied to you about?" Harrow questions, watching him curiously.

"Oh. Nosy." Steven commented as he eyed the male suspiciously.

Harrow tilted his head a little, "No, it's just.. Steven, when you first came in here, I was worried you were never gonna be able to acknowledge Marc."

Steven spins around to face him, confused, "What do you mean we're not-" He pauses once more, furrowing his brows, "I brought us here?"

"After your mother passed."

Steven glares at this, "Oi. Don't say that. That's not true." He points a finger at Harrow with wide eyes, eyebrows raised, "That's not true."

Harrow raises his hands up, "Oh, I'm so- I must-"

"You having a laugh as well?" Steven demands with a raised voice, "Because I don't wanna heart it."

"Steven, I must be mistaken-"

"My mother is alive." Steven denies as he shook his head, glaring, "You say that again, I will freak out! I promise." He exclaims loudly.

"I must be mistaken. Okay?" Harrow gently assures him, a hand out showing no harm. "Would you like to speak with her? Why don't we call her?"

"You don't have her number, do you?" Steven states, watching the doctor turn around to his desk.

"Yeah, we have it on file." He informs as he moves the phone and picks it up, "Hold on, let me just get Dylan."

"No, don't do that." Steven tells him as he takes a few steps forward.

Harrow holds out a finger to him, holding up the phone to his ear, "It'll take two seconds."

"Don't bother her."

"Hey, Dylan. Yeah. Could you call Mrs. Grant, please?" Harrow questioned down the phone line.

"She screens her calls. She won't answer." Steven explains to him and walks a bit closer, fidgeting with his pants material, "She's afraid of tele salespeople."

Harrow looks at him on the phone, "She'll wanna talk to you. I'm sure of it. She's getting the number."

"Don't do that." Steven repeats in a beg, frowning.

"Okay, okay. Thank you." Harrow speaks down the phone line.

"Please don't do that."

"It's ringing." The doctor informs Steven, who continues his protest against ringing his mother. "Uh, hello, Mrs. Grant. Yes, this is Dr. Harrow. Mmm-hmm." He stands up and talks into the phone, "Steven's here. He'd like to speak with you."

Harrow removes the phone from his ear and looks to the british male in question, holding up the phone for him, "Steven, would you like to speak to your mum?"

Steven swallows nervously, feeling his heart rate pick up and reaches a shaky hand for the phone, "My mum.." A tear falls down onto his cheek at his realisation, hearing the blank static phone-line. "My mum is dead."

~

Elias Spector was looking out of the window at his wife's funeral. Many people had come to the funeral, but one person that was missing was outside. Marc was outside, standing behind his car as he drank away his problems, instead of being inside.

His dad motioned his hand for him to come inside, but Marc denied it with a firm shake of his head. He ignored his father even more and walked away.

As he walked away, the more he tried to suppress his emotions, the more difficult it become. His throat felt tight as his eye burned, "No, no. Not gonna do it. I'm not giving you that satisfaction."

(Y/N) who now appeared with Steven beside her, they both watched the memory play out. The girl feeling her heart ache seeing one of her boys like this.

A whimper escaped memory Marc's lips and his steps stumbled as he finally let out a painful cry, falling to his knees. Sobbing, he pulled the Yarmulke that was on his head and hurled it to the ground. He kept hitting it repeatedly to the ground as angogy took over him.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." He picked it back up, cradling it to his chest as he rocked back and forth on his knees, sobbing painfully.

He releases a harsh gasp from crying and looks up from the ground. His eyes then rolled into the back of his head again. "Wot? Where am I?" The familiar British accent was back, "What- Oh, bollocks. Not again," He grumbles and grabs his phone out of his pocket.

Steven who was kneeling on the ground now, in front of the memory pursed his lips in understanding and lets his head drop down. (Y/N) who was next to him lets out a shakily exhale, feeling pity and sadness creep up on her.

"Heya, Mum. Hey, you all right? Yeah, um-" Steven chuckles mid sentence, speaking into his phone, "Would you believe it? I am totally lost again. I don't know where I am. What an absolute muppet!"

He walks past the two on the ground, as he looks around, "No, I know I did it again, but I don't know. I'm looking down a street, kinda looks a bit like Mayfair. I think," Memory Steven now trails past the three at the end of the street, "Oh, they're driving on the wrong side. Sorry."

"This is it. Mom's death and Shiva two months ago," Marc told (Y/N) and Steven, "This was the moment our lives started bleeding into each other."

"Milwaukee...Milwaukee Avenue? Does that sound familiar?"

"I couldn't..I just couldn't.. I couldn't face that again." Marc chokes up badly on his words, making the two face him, "All the things I'd done-"

"Marc, all those horrible things she said to you, she was wrong," Steven consoled him, frowning sadly, "It wasn't your fault."

Marc blinks back harsh tears, as he shakes his head, "I shouldn't have brought him in that cave," He cried tearfully.

(Y/N) takes a step forward, seeing her fiancé stare down at her with a quivering bottom lip. She bits back her own tears and cups the side of his face, "Hey. Hey. You were just a child. It wasn't your fault." She gently tells him, wiping away his tears with her thumb.

Marc releases a tremulous breath and nods shakily against her palm, seeing Steven nod in agreement from behind (Y/N).

Suddenly, the ground started to rumble beneath them and around the trio, making the comfort fest come to an end.

"Hey, do you two feel that?" Steven questioned once the rumbling stopped. "I think we just stopped."

The three share a look, just as Steven brightens up with realization, "The Gates." He grabs (Y/N)'s hand in his and gestured to the direction they needed to go in, "The Gates of Osiris. Come on. Hurry."