Doctors and Detectives
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Dr. Strange/Dresden Files crossover
Chapter Summary: Dresden's going to help Dr. Strange get home.
Word Count: 580
Rating: gen
Dr. Strange/Dresden Files crossover
Chapter Summary: Dresden's going to help Dr. Strange get home.
Word Count: 580
Rating: gen
Magic needs to be secret. Which makes it ironic that I’m narrating this, but never mind that.
Anyway, I’ve seen what could happen if the average person discovered magic and it isn’t pretty. Which is why I’m not used to blatant displays of magic (unless it involved saving my butt).
So walking in on an obvious display of magic is odd to me, even if I am a wizard.
The woman I rescued from the Red Court vampire earlier today decided to get up. And is now levitating, cross-legged, red cloak flapping behind her in a non-existent breeze. It looks damn impressive. I don’t usually get the chance to show off, so I admit, I’m a little jealous.
“Mr. Dresden,” she says without opening her eyes, “…thank you for saving me.”
The voice is deeper than one would expect and commands respect. I get the odd feeling of a more approachable Ancient Mai. There’s a little greying to her temple but it’s impossible to guess how old she is.
“Well, it’s not like I could’ve left you there,” I say awkwardly. I’ve played the whole hero role before but it’s been a while and I’m out of practice.
The eyes blink open. They’re grey and simultaneously young and ancient. Like she’s seen a lot. I don’t stare, though. It may make me look cowardly, or whatever, but better that than a Soul Gaze.
“Of course not. Only an idiot would leave such a beauty to be devoured,” Bob adds, and the skull is the last thing I need.
I’m not prepared for the cape to raise up like a snake about to strike.
“It’s just the truth,” he adds, but the cape doesn’t back down.
“Ignore Bob. It’s what I do,” I offer quietly, because it’s the only thing I can do, and the cape rustles a bit and settles down.
The skull huffs and goes silent, but I’m sure he’s still watching just in case I end up getting it on with a random stranger.
“There are those who would have left. A monster is enough to make most people run, but you—” She smiles at me, but it’s wry, like she’s thinking of something in her past. “Only an idiot would get involved with monsters to save lives, but..it’s not like it’s something I’m unfamiliar with, either.” She holds out a hand abruptly. It’s still shaking, and I realize that it probably wasn’t fear or pain that was making her hands shake yesterday. “Dr. Stephanie Strange, Sorceror Supreme. Your ghostly sorcerer informed me of the difference between the magics of our dimensions.”
I raise an eyebrow at Bob and tentatively shake her hand, but I don’t dare ask him if our visitor is insane. He has no such qualms once he reappears again, causing the cloak to shuffle menacingly. “It’s true, Harry. We’ve known other dimensions exist for a while, but given the closest dimensions to our own—the Nevernever, the Outside, and worse—traveling to or through them wasn’t high on any priority list.”
I blanch. Dr. Strange looks curious. “Getting back home might be hard.”
She grins dangerously. “Well, I do enjoy a challenge. I got through medical school and went all the way to Tibet to find a cure for my hands, and that’s not even counting saving the world from Dormammu or Shuma-Gorath.”
Bob whistles, and if even Bob’s impressed I feel significantly better about my chances collaborating on an absolutely insane plan.
Anyway, I’ve seen what could happen if the average person discovered magic and it isn’t pretty. Which is why I’m not used to blatant displays of magic (unless it involved saving my butt).
So walking in on an obvious display of magic is odd to me, even if I am a wizard.
The woman I rescued from the Red Court vampire earlier today decided to get up. And is now levitating, cross-legged, red cloak flapping behind her in a non-existent breeze. It looks damn impressive. I don’t usually get the chance to show off, so I admit, I’m a little jealous.
“Mr. Dresden,” she says without opening her eyes, “…thank you for saving me.”
The voice is deeper than one would expect and commands respect. I get the odd feeling of a more approachable Ancient Mai. There’s a little greying to her temple but it’s impossible to guess how old she is.
“Well, it’s not like I could’ve left you there,” I say awkwardly. I’ve played the whole hero role before but it’s been a while and I’m out of practice.
The eyes blink open. They’re grey and simultaneously young and ancient. Like she’s seen a lot. I don’t stare, though. It may make me look cowardly, or whatever, but better that than a Soul Gaze.
“Of course not. Only an idiot would leave such a beauty to be devoured,” Bob adds, and the skull is the last thing I need.
I’m not prepared for the cape to raise up like a snake about to strike.
“It’s just the truth,” he adds, but the cape doesn’t back down.
“Ignore Bob. It’s what I do,” I offer quietly, because it’s the only thing I can do, and the cape rustles a bit and settles down.
The skull huffs and goes silent, but I’m sure he’s still watching just in case I end up getting it on with a random stranger.
“There are those who would have left. A monster is enough to make most people run, but you—” She smiles at me, but it’s wry, like she’s thinking of something in her past. “Only an idiot would get involved with monsters to save lives, but..it’s not like it’s something I’m unfamiliar with, either.” She holds out a hand abruptly. It’s still shaking, and I realize that it probably wasn’t fear or pain that was making her hands shake yesterday. “Dr. Stephanie Strange, Sorceror Supreme. Your ghostly sorcerer informed me of the difference between the magics of our dimensions.”
I raise an eyebrow at Bob and tentatively shake her hand, but I don’t dare ask him if our visitor is insane. He has no such qualms once he reappears again, causing the cloak to shuffle menacingly. “It’s true, Harry. We’ve known other dimensions exist for a while, but given the closest dimensions to our own—the Nevernever, the Outside, and worse—traveling to or through them wasn’t high on any priority list.”
I blanch. Dr. Strange looks curious. “Getting back home might be hard.”
She grins dangerously. “Well, I do enjoy a challenge. I got through medical school and went all the way to Tibet to find a cure for my hands, and that’s not even counting saving the world from Dormammu or Shuma-Gorath.”
Bob whistles, and if even Bob’s impressed I feel significantly better about my chances collaborating on an absolutely insane plan.
