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chapter ten
FAMILY REUNION
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LENA BARELY HAS A second to soak that information in before the boy is pulling her into a hug. She blinks as he wraps his arms around her, his mouth pressed to her shoulder as if he's trying to stifle something from tumbling out, holding onto her tightly in a cocoon of warmth.

But this isn't just a boy. It's her brother. The one she'd never thought she'd meet because he'd died before she'd gotten the chance. The one she's felt the absence of like a gaping, open wound since Tony had informed her of his existence.

His name comes out in a whisper. "Keanu?"

"Yeah, it's me," he mumbles, his voice muffled by her suit. It's wavering like he's trying to choke back a wave of raw emotion. "I'm here."

Lena slowly returns the embrace, feeling the smooth material of his costume beneath her trembling fingers. Her muscles slowly begin to relax. At first, she'd been suspicious, but there's no doubt that this boy is telling the truth. She can feel it deep in her gut, like she's finally found something she's spent her entire life searching for. It's really her brother.

Keanu pulls back and takes her face in both of his hands. His coffee-brown eyes are slightly angled, showing their shared Filipino heritage that they'd gotten from their father. He looks her over like he's trying to search her soul. Even if they've never met in her lifetime, it feels like he can see every thought in her brain. Every secret and bit of hurt.

Lena's shaking fingertips come up to touch his cheek as if expecting him to disappear as soon as she makes contact. But he's real, and suddenly both of them have tears in their eyes, because this is real. There's some stubble on his jaw. They have the same nose. Both of them have curly hair and thick eyebrows, and it hits her with a jolt that while Keanu should be eighteen — they were only born a year apart — this version of him is clearly older. Maybe twenty-four at the most.

"Sorry," he says, blinking hard and clearing his throat as he steps back. "It's... uh... it's been a while. I don't mean to freak you out."

Lena's words are trapped behind a lump in her throat. She has no idea what to say, but it doesn't seem to matter, because Keanu's eyes shift to the gaping, motionless boys behind her and a smile lights up his face.

"Graham, Peter." He pulls both of them into a hug at once, which Peter tries to awkwardly return while Graham remains shell-shocked and frozen. Keanu releases them and musses Peter's hair. "You're shorter in this universe."

He looks at them with affection, as if where he comes from, they're all close. Lena's heart aches at the sight of what she could've had— what she'd been robbed of thanks to their parents' heinous experiments.

"Is Dr. Strange here?" Keanu asks, glancing around at the slowly-melting foyer. "Back home, he told me to come to him if I ever found myself in more trouble, and, well... this kind of seems like trouble."

"We don't know where he is," Lena replies, finally finding herself able to speak. He'd disappeared after sending them to the undercroft. He's probably off trying to find a way to send the intruders back and grumbling about kids these days.

Keanu's forehead wrinkles. "Isn't the Sorcerer Supreme supposed to guard the Sanctum?"

"He's not the Sorcerer Supreme here," Graham answers.

"Oh." Keanu cringes. "That's awkward." Another beat passes before a question bursts out of him, almost like he's been holding it in for a while. "Are we enemies in this reality or something? Because all three of you have been staring at me with your eyes bugged out this entire time, and I'm starting to feel like I'm not supposed to be here. I mean, I usually don't talk this much, but it's my first time in an alternate universe, so I don't really know what's going on."

"We're not enemies," Lena assures him immediately. "We've just, uh... we've never met."

"Oh." Keanu appears confused. "But you knew my name."

"Yeah." She struggles with the words, unsure if she should say them. "You died before I was born."

"Oh."

MJ's voice comes from down in the undercroft, floating up the stairs and echoing through the foyer, interrupting the conversation and slicing through the heaviness of Lena's confession. "You guys still alive up there?"

"Come on," Lena says to Keanu. "We'll show you what's going on."

It's strange to introduce her friends to her brother from another universe. Only Graham and Peter had known about him beforehand, so Lena plays dumb to the others, pretending that she hadn't heard of him in this dimension. Friends don't lie rings in the back of her head, but she doesn't have the time or energy to explain her tragic past to everyone in the room, so she omits the truth for now.

Keanu recognizes some names — mostly Cindy and MJ — and is shocked by the twins being seventeen instead of twelve. The story of how Thanos had snapped half of the universe away for five years seems to break his brain for a moment. But he takes it in stride, as he seems to do for a lot of things, accepting Max and Owen's towering heights and deeper voices.

"You're not the only one who's crossed into our universe," Graham explains as they guide Keanu closer to the crypt. "We've had to go on a manhunt for—"

In a flash, Keanu seizes both Graham and Lena's wrists, yanking them behind him so they accidentally crash into each other. Though Graham is roughly four inches taller than Lena's brother, Keanu had moved him with surprising strength. All of the muscles beneath his white suit are tense. So far, Lena has seen him be nothing but amicable. Now, his jaw is clenched, brown eyes narrowed to slits, tight fists curled at his sides. Lena's eyes widen at the sight of electricity crackling around his knuckles. She'd wondered what his powers had been, but now that question has been answered for her.

For a moment, images of Mysterio's illusions flash in her vision. Memories of burning flesh and charred clumps of hair have her freezing in place. She digs her nails into her palm until the sting yanks her free from the flashbacks, pushing the reminders to the back of her brain and locking them up tight. How Beck had guessed at her brother's abilities, she doesn't know, but there are more important things to consider right now.

Keanu's voice is devoid of the warmth Lena has already grown used to, replaced with icy flatness as he grinds out, "Farah."

All of their eyes follow his cutthroat gaze to see it locked on the only person in the crypt they don't know. The woman in the purple and gold suit is standing now, her expression the total opposite of Keanu's. Where his is hatred, hers is amusement. A knowing smile pulls up her lips, revealing perfect teeth that flash in the dim lighting of the room.

"Hello, sweetheart," she greets him in a dulcet voice that drips honey and sugar, but the malice in her dark eyes shows that the tone is duplicitous. "You look as handsome as ever."

Peter's wary gaze flickers between the two of them. "You know her?"

Keanu nods, refusing to tear his gaze away from her even for a second. His body remains poised to fight, like he half-expects her to leap out from the cell and tear someone's throat out.

"It's okay," Lena tells him. "None of their powers can work in the cells."

He seems to relax a bit at that information, his shoulders slackening even as hatred continues to simmer in his eyes. Keanu adjusts the circlet on his head and releases a slow exhale from his mouth. The sparks that had zapped at his skin moments ago have vanished.

"What can she do?" Ned questions excitedly. "Control fire? Transform anything she touches into something else? Make tidal waves?"

Keanu's expression is grim when he replies, "Mind control."

Ned deflates. "Oh. Damn."

"This is the only thing that keeps her out of my head." Lena's brother taps his circlet. "I never take it off. Not after..." He casts a quick glance at Lena, then Graham, and finally Peter, pain twisting his mouth for a second before he sighs. "Let's just say I learned my lesson, and none of you want to be dealing with her. Especially when we have those weirdos added in."

"Hey," Flint says, crossing his arms over his chest so some loose dirt falls to the floor.

Keanu shrugs as if to say, It's true. "Point is, don't pay her any mind. Farah Yaseen thrives off attention. If we just ignore her, she'll eventually give up."

The young woman — Farah — clasps her hands together and holds them under her chin in a sarcastic, dreamy stance. "A man after my own heart. See how he knows me so well?"

Graham and Lena share a glance that says, Okay, so this woman's nuts.

"Are you guys arch-nemeses?" Owen questions. "I always thought it would be cool to have an arch-nemesis."

"I suppose so," Keanu replies. "I mean, she is my ex."

Max Dillon cringes. "Yikes, man."

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Peter gets a call from Aunt May that there's a guy from another universe at the shelter she volunteers at, so as the night breaks into dawn, he hurriedly plants a kiss on Lena's temple and then bursts out of the Sanctum like someone lit a fire on his ass.

Cindy and Abe had left to grab everyone some much-needed caffeine from a bodega around the corner. The twins are asleep at the table, slumped over its splintery wooden surface while Ned and MJ sit at the other two chairs and monitor his laptop for any other potential invaders.

Graham and Lena had each changed out of their superhero suits and are back in their civilian clothes. Lena's patchwork jacket fits loosely on her and protects her from the chill that travels down from the frozen foyer. She picks at a loose thread on her cuffed jeans, watching Graham do the same to the flannel he wears over a beige hoodie.

Keanu sits with them, forming a triangle on the floor. They keep each other awake by talking aimlessly about anything that comes to their minds. Though this is Lena's first time communicating with her brother, they fit together like matching pieces of a puzzle. Conversation flows easily between them like she's known him forever.

"So, what's your Earth like?" Graham asks him.

Keanu shrugs. "A little brighter than this one. Lots of neon colors framing each building in New York, dark purple skies at night. It was all I had ever known until now, but... I think I prefer this New York instead."

Lena's nose scrunches. That sounds like something a true tourist would say. She can't imagine anyone preferring this city to a more colorful version of it— once you actually live in New York, you begin to realize it's not as glamorous as the rest of the country makes it out to be.

"Why?" she questions, not meaning for it to come out as judgmental as it does.

Her brother avoids their gazes by tracing a random design on the concrete with his index finger. "It's a lot less lonely."

Lena swallows, instantly regretting the harshness of her tone. She'd been so focused on her perception of New York that she hadn't even stopped to think about what Keanu might think of his own. She averts her eyes and mentally chastises herself.

"You guys seem to have a lot of friends here," he continues. "Even though you guys lost five years cuz of Thanos, you're still a tightly-knit group, and your love for each other is obvious. I mean, they're all sitting in this cramped room when they should be sleeping at home, all for you guys. It's hard for me to remember a time when I had that."

There's a pang in Lena's heart at his words. Keanu is right— even though she's hit some horrible lows, she's lucky that she has an amazing group of friends that have her back. They could have easily dropped her, Graham, and Peter when the media went after them, but they chose to stick right there through it all.

"Well... you have me, right?" Lena tentatively questions.

"Now I do."

She and Graham share another knowing glance, silently communicating that there's something deeper going on, here.

"It's ironic," Keanu huffs, shaking his head. "I'm dead in your universe, and you guys are dead in mine."

Lena's heart lurches in her chest. Her eyes snap to Otto Octavius, remembering the story he'd told her. Is there a single universe out there where she's alive and well? Why does she always seem to be dead?

"It was all my fault, in the end," Keanu adds. He stares at the ground, his voice heavy with the weight of his words. "I shouldn't have let Farah into my life. But we were a team— Thunderstruck and Mindbender, helping out people in trouble, using our abilities for good. Then she wanted more. That's the thing about having power: no matter how much you have of it, if you aren't careful, you'll always be hungry for more. As she became less and less like the girl I fell in love with at fifteen, I broke things off.

"And she just got worse. I tried to stop her, but how can you do that when the person you're fighting can control your mind? So I got help. It just blew up in my face. Because she could've killed me, but she knew that she could do something worse. So Farah possessed my sister and made her stab herself in the gut. She died in my arms. She was just sixteen."

Tears are glistening on Keanu's cheeks. He wipes them away with the back of his hand, sniffling as he keeps telling his gut-wrenching tale. "Graham and Peter tried to avenge her, of course." He looks up and fixes Graham in place with his steely gaze. "Whatever you do, don't use your fear-reading powers on her. Don't even attempt to get into her head. She can turn them against you, make you go mad. And Peter... I didn't even have a chance to stop him, the self-sacrificing little bastard. All he could think about was you guys.

"So now I'm alone, and I've got this headpiece to keep her out of my brain, but it's too late. Because everyone I care about is already gone."

Crushing silence follows his story. Lena realizes her own eyes are glassy with tears and rapidly blinks to ward them away. Her stomach is twisted in knots, aching as she steals a glance at the woman in the crypt. Farah glances up as if she can feel Lena's gaze. A smirk pulls up her lips, sending chills down Lena's spine so she rips her eyes away.

"I'm so sorry," Lena whispers, unsure of what else she can say. "That's..."

"Horrible," Graham finishes. "I don't blame you for liking this universe more, even if it still sucks."

Lena had thought that this life was hard. But shouldn't she be grateful, now? Shouldn't she be glad that she's still breathing, still able to fight?

Keanu inhales a deep breath and then puffs it quickly out of his lips. "Yeah, well, I thought I was done dealing with her."

Her brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"I watched her die a year ago."

Any potential replies are interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing from upstairs once more. Lena instinctively tenses and looks toward the stairs, only to relax once she notices the familiar crimson color of Peter's newly-cleaned Spider-Man suit as he heads into the basement. Behind him is an older man with brunet hair slightly salted with streaks of gray, a green tweed jacket nearly swallowing him whole.

"Guys, this is Mr. Osborn," Peter says.

The man points at him. "Hey, it's Doctor."

"Sorry. Um, Dr. Osborn, these are my friends, Lena, Graham, Lena's brother Keanu, Max and Owen who are sleeping, Ned, and MJ."

Ned waves with a small grin that doesn't reach his eyes, while MJ elbows the twins so hard that they jolt awake, blinking in confusion.

Dr. Osborn regards MJ with a furrowed brow. "Mary Jane?"

"It's Michelle Jones, actually," MJ corrects him stiffly.

"Fascinating." The man's expression carries a bit of awe as he sheds his coat and steps closer to the crypt. Lena watches him go, still slightly confused as to why he isn't still dressed like a little green elf or why he's not trying to kill them. Dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans that look slightly too big, he just seems like a normal dude.

She quickly pushes herself to her feet and stands beside Peter, whispering, "Osborn?"

"May says he's lost, and I really think he is," Peter replies just as quietly. "He needs help— just like the others."

Lena nods, looking away from Osborn's retreating figure to survey Peter's suit. The red-and-black material holds no sign of the bright green stain that had been present a mere hour ago, proving that May had worked her magic on it. The inside-out look had been cool, but she prefers this one, along with the way his curls are slightly messy from taking his mask on and off.

"You clean up nicely," she tells him with a light nudge of her elbow into his side.

"What?" Peter looks at her, noticing the tiny smile playing on her lips before what she said registers. "Oh, thanks. May did it. Can't take any of the credit."

They turn their attention back to Osborn, who regards the tentacled man in his cell with widened eyes. "Octavius?"

Otto turns around, his mechanical arms whirring with the movement. His face pinches in perplexity. "Osborn?"

"What... What happened to you?"

The man points at himself incredulously. "What happened to—?" He stops before he can finish, looking his old friend up and down. "You're the walking corpse."

"What do you mean?" Osborn questions.

"You died, Norman. Years ago."

"What is it with everybody dying?" Graham questions under his breath.

Lena levels him with a Shut up expression and cautiously steps toward the dilapidated section of the basement that houses the interdimensional villains. Peter follows right behind her, both of them glancing between the two men as they volley back and forth.

Osborn smiles and shakes his head, dismissing Octavius's claim with a chuckle. "You're insane."

"God, I love it here," Dillon remarks with a grin of his own.

"Could you maybe look a little less happy over there, please?" Lena quips at him. "This is serious, not a soap opera on daytime television."

"What are you talking about, anyway?" Peter asks Octavius. "He's standing right there. He's not—"

"Dead."

At the sound of Flint Marko's voice, all attention turns to him. He steps forward from the corner of his cell until his sandy form is completely visible. "They both died fighting Spider-Man. It was all over the news. Green Goblin, impaled by the glider you flew around on. And a couple of years later, you, Doc Ock, drowned in the river with your machine."

Doc Ock. Lena has to admit that the octopus alias is very fitting for him.

"That's nonsense!" Octavius fires out. "Spider-Man was trying to stop my fusion reactor. So I stopped him." He holds out a hand and clenches it into a tight fist, choking an invisible being. "I had him by the throat. And then, I..." Reality dawns on him, causing his lined face to fall slack. "And then I was here."

"Oh, please," Dillon pipes up with a roll of his eyes. "Let me tell you something. I was whooping Spider-Man's ass. He'll tell ya! And then he caused an overload, I was stuck in the grid, absorbing data. I was about to turn into pure energy, and then — and then, uh — and then—" It clicks. "Oh, shit. I was about to die."

"Max, do you know?" Connors asks, almost with a hint of sadness in his voice. "Do I die?"

Lena turns around and glances back at Keanu. According to him, he'd seen Farah die as well. So all of these people in front of her... they're supposed to be dead. She's standing in a room full of ghosts.

An orange glow appears, signaling the arrival of Stephen Strange inside of a portal. The cube that had contained the botched spell is in his hands, causing Lena to wince. She never wants to see that thing again.

"Oh, great. You caught another one," he says, spotting Osborn.

"No, no, no, wait!" Peter quickly protests. "Strange, he's not dangerous—"

Strange disregards his words and portals Osborn into the final remaining cell— a smaller, narrow one in the corner of the crypt. The man presses his hands against the barrier trapping him inside with a terrified gasp.

"It's okay," Peter assures Osborn. His attention is seized by the cube Strange is holding. "What is that?"

"It's an ancient relic— the Macchina di Kadavus," Strange answers. "I trapped your corrupted spell inside, and once I've finished the proper ritual, it will reverse the spell and send these guys back to their universes."

"And then what?" Octavius demands. "We perish?"

"Nah." Dillon shakes his head. "No thanks, I'll pass on that."

"Let me out of here," Osborn pleads. "Peter!"

Peter swallows thickly. "Strange, we can't send them back. Not yet."

Strange cocks a brow. "Why?"

"Some of these guys are gonna die."

"Parker... it's their fate."

Peter looks visibly disturbed by his reasoning. "Come on, Strange. Have a heart."

But Lena stares at the ground and mumbles, "Maybe he's right."

Peter's head snaps to face her, his face pinched in confusion. "What? No, Lee, you don't mean that."

Lena gulps painfully. It feels like her insides are being shredded on the way down. She and Peter have never disagreed on something this monumental before— they've always been in sync with their decisions, choosing to save the people they fight if they can. But she's learned a thing or two over these past few months about fate. And it's better to accept that some things are just written in the stars.

"I've tried to change my own fate for years— how my parents wanted to use my powers for their own personal gain," she replies, forcing the words out even though they crush her to say. "And now the whole world thinks I'm the bad guy no matter how much good I've done. It's just... what if it was always meant to be this way? What if I was always supposed to be the villain?" She shakes her head, forcing her stare to remain pinned on the ground even though she can feel Peter's gaze boring into her, pleading for her to look at him. "Fate doesn't like to be messed with."

Strange jerks his head toward her. "You should listen to your girlfriend, Parker."

Lena chooses to believe he'd meant that about her fate spiel and not about her being a villain.

"In the grand calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinitely more than their lives," Strange says in a calm yet calculated tone. "I'm sorry, kid. If they die, they die."

A hand abruptly seizes her left one. Lena jumps, looking up to see Keanu staring at her with his head shaking. "I'm sorry, but no. I know you've been through a lot, but you were not meant to be a villain. You're a hero down to your bones."

Lena's face screws up as the urge to cry barrels into her. How selfish she'd been. She'd only been thinking of the so-called "bad guys" that had crossed into their dimension, not her brother. Because if they get sent back, so will he. And she's not ready to have her sibling ripped away from her again.

The cube releases a series of clicks as the circles on each side begin to turn. Strange closes his eyes, framing the box with both hands as the orange mass of energy inside begins to shake more violently.

"PETER!" Osborn yells, a last-moment effort to beg for mercy.

Keanu squeezes her hand. When they lock eyes, he gives her a supportive nod, almost like he's the one with the ability to read her thoughts.

Pieces of metal slide into place, covering the spell inside. An orange button rises from the top. Strange's hand hovers over it, preparing to smash it down and send their captives to their dooms.

Moving in sync, Peter thwips a web onto the cube while Lena blocks Strange's hand from touching it with a sheet of energy. Strange's head whips around to look at them incredulously.

"Don't!"

Graham levels Strange with a glare. "In the grand calculus of the multiverse, get fucked."

Peter yanks on the web, pulling the cube to his chest and throwing Strange off-balance. He then blasts the sorcerer with the laser still connected to his arm, transporting him into Flint's cell.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Ned cries at the same time MJ yells, "Go, Go!"

Peter turns and sprints toward the exit. Lena follows after him, her mind moving at a million miles per hour, wondering if she's just made an enemy out of one of the world's most powerful sorcerers.

"Hey, sorry that took so long— AAH!" Cindy's apology is cut off by her high-pitched scream as Peter barrels past her and Abe, knocking the coffees out of their hands.

"Whoa!" Abe exclaims, jumping out of the way before the scalding liquid can spill on him. It splashes onto the floor instead and forms a puddle of caffeine.

"I'm so sorry!" Peter shouts to them.

They're just about to hit the stairs when a pair of hands seizes their arms. The next instant, they dissolve into darkness, and Lena's stomach does violent somersaults in her gut as they move through the void. Blinding sunlight causes her eyes to pulse with pain once they emerge from the shadows in front of the Sanctum.

"You couldn't have moved us further away?" Lena asks Graham, whose eyes are wide and wild with fear.

"I didn't know where to go!" he shouts back in defense. "It's my first time fleeing with an ancient relic that contains a spell to open the multiverse!"

Peter attaches a web to the building across the street and starts to swing, but a circular portal carries him right back into the street. They turn to see Strange standing on the doorstep of the Sanctum. His arms are crossed, a stormy expression on his face like he's a disappointed parent.

"Give me the box," he orders, sounding more tired than anything.

"No!" Peter raises his arm to shoot him with another laser. Nothing comes out of the golden gauntlet. It disappears in a volley of orange sparks a second later, along with the one on Lena's suit, meaning Strange has revoked their teleportation laser privileges.

Lena shoots Strange with a blast of energy, causing him to fly into the door with a painful thud. She then contains Peter in a force field and pushes him into the air with the cube. Strange recovers more quickly than she'd hoped, sending the poor boy back through another portal.

Graham tries to melt into the shadows to catch Strange off-guard, but the sorcerer forms an orange lasso out of thin air and coils it around Graham's midsection, yanking him out into the daylight. Lena's bubble disappears from around Peter when her concentration breaks. It causes him to fly straight toward Strange, who juts his arm out and slams it directly into the middle of the boy's chest.

Lena and Graham stop in their tracks upon seeing Peter's body suspended in mid-air, still poised like he's about to soar backward from the impact of Strange's blow. The whites of his mask's eyes are closed. Lena's heart lurches in her chest, her brain racing as it scrambles to create a plan. But she can't do anything without affecting whatever Strange had done to Peter and potentially making it worse.

"Did you just kill him?" Graham asks, pushing himself to his feet in the middle of the road.

"You're not dead," Strange replies in a droning voice— not to Graham, but apparently to Peter, who is communicating with him in a way that they can't see or hear. "You've just been separated from your physical form."

He tries to grab the box out of Peter's hand, but his body raises his arm up higher. The same thing happens when Strange attempts another grab.

"How are you doing that?" he mumbles, half in awe and half in annoyance.

"As funny as this game of 'Keep the Macchina di Kadavus Away From Strange' is, what the hell is going on right now?" Lena demands, her eyes moving back and forth in time with Peter's arm moving the relic away from the sorcerer's quick grabs.

"You should not — be able — to — DO THAT!" Strange says through gritted teeth between unsuccessful attempts to seize the cube. He apparently seems hell-bent on ignoring Graham and Lena's inquiries as the upper hand evades him.

Within the blink of an eye, Peter's body falls backward just as it should have minutes ago, and Lena is ready to catch him with a blanket of energy before he can hit the ground. He bounces off the barrier and lands on his feet.

"That might be one of the coolest things that's ever happened to me," he says, "but don't ever do that again."

Peter makes another attempt to swing away. This time, instead of creating a portal or using his golden lasso Wonder Woman style, Strange merely removes his crimson cape and chucks it toward Peter. Lena watches in stunned awe as the cloak soars after him, defying all laws of physics.

Lena rises into the air and throws her arms out, trapping the somehow sentient cloak in a force field of energy.

"Didn't you ever listen to Edna Mode?" she questions. "No capes!"

The cloak struggles in its spherical prison, bouncing off the edges like a ball in a pinball machine. Lena pulls it back toward her with her jaw clenched from the effort it takes. Just as she feels like she's getting somewhere, she's thrown off-kilter by an orange blast that has her flailing in mid-air. By the time she manages to right herself, she sees Peter crash into a building.

But it's not an ordinary building. As soon as he makes an impact, the air in front of the townhouse shatters like broken glass. And both Peter and Strange are gone.

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a/n:

peter: some of these guys are gonna die
strange:

I LOVE KEANU WITH MY WHOLE HEART and i feel guilty for killing off literally everyone he loves .... sorry bro xoxo

and there's the act divider quote!! it was funny to see you guys freaking out about it and assuming lena was entering her villain arc. nah, she's just having her 41048th existential crisis of the book

+ the not-so-lovely farah yaseen is played by the gorgeous and talented sophia ali! which is actually really funny because she and tom were in uncharted together, but i'd cast her as farah way before i knew that. it's a small world.

in case you forgot, keanu is played by darren criss!

thank you for reading and for all the love on the last chapter! it made me so excited to update! and thank you for the well wishes in regards to my health. i am feeling much better now— i had the flu and then laryngitis so it was not a fun time.

also stream hailee's new single "coast" it's so good i love my queen

—kristyn