Dr. Strange/Dresden Files crossover
Chapter Summary: faster to read
Word Count: 160
Steph smiles and snuggles further into the Cloak, which is cuddling her face. It’s the resting moment when it’s warm and comfortable and you don’t want to move.
And then she hears a whistle. She doesn’t feel like it, but she opens her eyes.
There’s a skull with ornate designs on the shelf facing her. She feels a familiar relic feel from it.
She’s been catcalled before, but not by a skull. That’s her life, now.
“I know a spell to silence you, you know,” she states quietly, earning what she can feel is a glare from the skull.
“That’s very friendly. You’re an amazing guest,” the skull snarks at her.
“You’re an amazing host,” she snarks right back, and narrows her eyes, thinking about how she’d gotten here. She’d messed up a dimensional travel spell in her quest to find a viable alternative to sling rings. Again. She sighs deeply. “So, would you mind telling me about your master?”
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Avengers Crossover AU (Self-Made Hero: The Infinity Mirror)
Summary: Giles finds the first of his recruits.
Word Count: 380
Willow Danielle Rosenberg is Sorceror Supreme.
She really hadn’t intended to become that, of course. It was just kind of a side effect of a lich stealing her girlfriend’s mind at a party. The thing had called herself Glory, and, of course, had used a glamour to not look like the undead bitch she was. She’d explained when confronted that she needed the energy to continue to live, and she had to get that from somewhere.
And Willow would serve as a good snack, too.
She’d met her girlfriend at an occult club. They giggled about how hokey it was, or were occasionally annoyed. But there were a few more realistic things, and she calls upon the power of the Vishanti now, and a protective dome appears above her and Tara, and the next thing she knows there are strange people in robes bursting in.
She huddles in on a lost Tara, stroking her hair and whispering that everything’s going to be okay, even though everything’s not going to be okay, as the fight with the lich makes the house crumble around them.
And then the robe people use some sort of spell and they appear in the party and nothing’s destroyed and they explain that she’d accidentally pulled them into the Mirror Dimension. Somehow.
From there, going with the strange people in the robes to learn to use the magic she’d always believed in, especially when they tell her that she might be able to learn to heal Tara, is an easy decision to make, in that it’s not even a decision at all. A decision implies that she has a choice.
It’s not easy after that. Tara finally gets to the point where she has good days, which is something. And her mentor and the Ancient One die, and she has an issue with drawing power from the Dark Dimension, but she becomes the Sorceror Supreme eventually.
So when her mentor shows up again and tells her that the universe is in danger, she signs up immediately. He’s not from this universe, obviously, but other dimensions are old hat by now. She leaves Tara in Kamar Taj. It’s safer there than where she’s going. She’d leave Tara in the Sanctum, but it tends to get attacked a lot.
PS: Oddly enough, John has this weird habit of befriending everyone, even people from different fandoms. Maybe it's the ability to take everything in stride while still retaining a backbone.
PPS: I don't know why the genderbend. It isn't integral to the story. I think it was just an extension of the 'Stephanie's bouncing around the multiverse'.
PPPS: If you haven't read Avengers: Heroes Welcome, do it. It's amazing.
Doctor Strange Genderbend crossed with BBC Sherlock
Summary: John meets a kindred spirit.
Word Count: 311
The stranger draws herself up, rallying her composure. “Doctor Stephanie Strange, former neurosurgeon.” She puts a hand out for a handshake and instantly John can see the problem, given that there’s a tremor that speaks of nerve damage.
“Doctor John Watson, former surgeon,” he responds as he shakes the hand firmly, and instantly sees a kindred light in her eyes. Not one of pity, as he’d seen in the eyes of so many others, but merely sympathy.
She looks him over, eyes unreadable. “Gunshot wound?”
“Afghanistan,” he responds, used to these sorts of conversations from Sherlock.
Her eyes instantly narrow. “Soldier?”
“Yes. Problem?” This time it’s challenging. He doesn’t particularly like it, but a mere doctor would fit in to society, and he still sticks out like a sore thumb. Sherlock may have thought of him as the normal one, but he meshes as well with ‘normalcy’ as a Holmes. Why else would he have found sanctuary with a man whose idea of an everyday occurrence was a samurai invading the flat and a head in the fridge?
She shakes her head, a brief smirk coming into play. “You could say I’ve had my worldview expanded from merely ‘do no harm’.” It fades as quickly as it comes, turning to a somber expression that suddenly makes her look old despite her physical appearance of middle age. “I understand that sometimes it’s necessary to take one life to save another, or many. That doesn’t make it any easier, and it’s good to find a better way, without simply just dismissing it as ‘there isn’t one’. The impossible is possible. Mental barriers are more of an obstacle than physical ones.”
John hears the unspoken and covers her hand with one of his own. A gesture of comfort, nothing more. “We do the best we can.”
The smile he receives in return is dazzling.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Experiment, note results, adjust, experiment again. (Also, the one where Jenny accidentally makes a pun.)
Word Count: 410
Note: Dr. Strange does not appear in this fic, but it does strongly reference the Sorceror Supreme and how magic works there, so that's why it's listed.
Miss Calendar’s still staring at him in shock and he shrugs halfheartedly, dismissing the mandala-shaped shields.
“But…” she protests.
“I can actually do the whip, too, but it’s harder to hold.” He demonstrates, pulling a glowing golden form of light into a long, lethal line and whipping it at a vase. It fizzles out in midair. “My senses for magic are a lot better, so if we ever run into something and wonder, ‘hey, is this a potentially lethal magical artifact’, I can tell, but in the meantime combat’s something I’ve gotta work on. I mean, you can use a shield as a weapon—look at Cap—but it’s not the easiest to maintain.”
She continues making fishlike faces at him and finally says helplessly, “But that’s not how magic works.”
“I have a theory about that, actually,” he continues, like it’s nothing. The Sorceror Supreme in his head finished the majority, but after a few of the other Tonys got over their kneejerk ‘I hate magic’ reactions, their curiosity led to them hanging out in what he’s designated the main room of his mind. And once they got the concept that magic followed rules, they decided it worked as well as an alternate science (thanks Arthur C.) and were enthusiastic about learning all the rules, just to prove that it wasn’t random nonsense. “Chaos magic is designed to bend the normal rules. Of magic, too, or it wouldn’t be chaotic. In the Marvel Universe, magic is what happens when you draw on the power of other dimensions. It doesn’t matter what’s possible here, what’s important is that it’s possible somewhere else. My magic, I think, works off that principle. So I don’t think I can learn traditional magic, which is kinda why I came to you and not Giles for this stuff, because that’s rules for this realm and not for the one my magic’s actually based off. The whip, we think, goes out like a bad firecracker because it’s gotten too far away from me, and is suddenly having to conform to the rules of this world. I can probably stabilize it if I focus it somehow and/or get stronger or a better power source, but right now that would take my life force and probably kill me, so I don’t think I wanna try.”
She continues to stare at him, gobsmacked, and then shakes her head. “You’re a marvel.”
He smirks. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Dr. Strange Genderbend
Summary: Strange and Chris finally go on their date.
Word Count: 445
In the end, she goes with simple—a nice silk blue button-up shirt that brings out the grey in her eyes nicely, a grey skirt that’s dressy and fun to twirl and not too confining because she hates pencil skirts with a passion, a blue silk scarf, and some rather beautiful grey dress boots that she’s tempted to use on a daily basis until she remember the ichor present in some of the idiotic monsters that love to attack Earth.
The Mirror World only protects architecture and people, not clothing. Unfortunately.
She doesn’t miss the impressed surprise from Chris as she opens the door when he knocks. He’s suddenly shy and dumbfounded again and it’s a nice feeling.
The Cloak is sulking, but is slightly mollified by the fact that it’s Chris. Wang is doing her library work from the Sanctum Sanctorum, as there’s been no others assigned to this Sanctum yet and no one feels comfortable with leaving one unguarded so soon after—
She swallows. After Dormammu.
Chris notices her sudden tension and takes her hand, lacing his fingers through her own. It’s more reassuring than she remembered.
She’s glad that he chose to do their little date after Valentine’s. She’s not sure she can handle the crowds yet. At least she’s admitting that now. And that, rather than driving her anywhere, he’d opted for ‘a romantic walk’. She’s sure that it’s a concession to her fear of cars, now, and equally grateful that he’s not saying a word about it.
He brings her up to date on the latest hospital gossip, which includes West looking stupid all of her own volution. He listens patiently and doesn’t interrupt as she explains several of the creatures she’s fought since then, though his grip on her hand tightens slightly. He’s more at ease with the few stories she has of some of the novices at Kamar Taj. Actually asks about possibly visiting, to which she smiles shyly. “Well, it’s not like I don’t visit you at work often enough,” she responds dryly.
They have to stop at the park for Chris to sit in one of the benches long enough to stop giggling helplessly.
And then they reach their destination, and one of her eyebrows raises. “Santiago’s? Really?”
“It’s expensive, I remember, though my salary has gone up since you…retired?” He almost swallows the last word, but she waves him on. “I have been eating ramen for a few days to save the room,” he admits, and that earns one of Strange’s deep, resonant laughs, and they step forward together, ready for the world, and Palmer thinks he’s never seen anything more beautiful.
(Strange privately agrees.)
Dr. Strange Genderbend
Summary: Strange and Pepper are shopping together for Steph's date with Chris.
Word Count: 265
“So, why the shopping trip?” Pepper asks directly. That earns her ducking around the corner to stare at the redhead.
He looks slightly embarrassed. “You don’t have to say if you don’t want to.”
“Dr. Christopher Palmer asked me on a date again,” she answers finally. There’s no reason to have Pepper at odds with her, and given the threat of Mordo, she can use all the reliable (or semi-reliable, in the case of Stark) allies she can get.
“I thought you were a cute couple,” he responds instantly, then expands, “…when we met at the Gala.”
“I’m reliably informed that I was, and still am to a lesser degree, an asshole.” Her words are more bitter than she expects. It’s probably guilt.
“There’s a lot of that going around,” Pepper responds under his breath. Then he adds, stronger and more reassuring, “You both were charming, too, though. It’s the idea that you’re both capable of honesty, sometimes. When you’re motivated. You do care, when you’re given enough incentive.”
“That’s quite the compliment. Comparing me to Antonia Stark. I’m overwhelmed.” Her voice is dry, near-emotionless, but to her surprise she’s not lying. Pepper’s honest words do boost her ego, just a little.
“If the shoe fits…” he shrugs. “Speaking of which, how are you for footwear?”
“Does such a thing exist as dress boots? I’ve grown rather fond of them.” Plus, should another dimension attack or whatever else might lie in store…happen while on the date, it’s nice to be ready for it.
Pepper’s eyes light up and he drags Dr. Strange to another aisle.
Then Pepper insisted on showing up... aaand that made the main couple of this run not show up. On the fic. On Valentine's day.
ah well, happy Valentine's Day!
Dr. Strange Genderbend
Summary: Strange has to get ready for her date.
Word Count: 625
( candles in the storm )
Didn't think it was possible, but 3D made it better. Magic in 3D is a good thing. /nods
Summary: faster to read
Word Count: 30
I’m not going to apologize.
Funny, I’ve heard that before.
I saved lives.
What about your life?
That was you.
…I don’t expect you to apologize for that, either.
Plus, I might be going to see Dr Strange again soon.
Dr. Strange Genderbend
Summary: Chris and Steph talk, and the Cloak congratulates itself on a job well done.
Word Count: 600
Hints of Chris/Steph but nothing explicit.
The Cloak comes back, and the two humans are talking. The Doctor is speaking haltingly, but she is talking, which is more than she’s done in a long time.
They try not to look smug, but Steph rolls her eyes at them. “I can see you there,” she points out, sounding slightly more alive, and they preen anyway, handing both cups. The Doctor has the strength to look sarcastic again and it’s nice. Still, she looks grateful. All in all it’s a good day.
“Tea?” Palmer looks confused. “You never used to like tea.”
Strange laughs. It’s an actual laugh and startles them all, but that’s definitely a smirk now. “It was too normal for me. I didn’t want to be the woman daintily sipping tea.” She sighs quietly. “The ginger helps the pain, though, and tea is wonderful for helping with recharging from magic use.”
Palmer looks uncomfortable, but to his credit doesn’t shy away from it. “I think I’m owed an explanation on that front. How’d you go from a woman who wouldn’t give the fortune-teller at the circus the time of day to being a sorceress in a cult?”
“It’s not a cult!” she responds automatically and then sighs. “For one thing, no sign of those stupid suicide pacts or ‘dues to the Masters’ or anything. We’ve dealt with enough casualties being dropped by the hospital to notice those signs.” She’s quiet for a full minute. “…I’ll admit that I had my worries, a lone woman traveling halfway across the world in search of a promised miracle cure. The Ancient One worried me a little before I realized that he was more interested in treating us all like wayward lost children than anything nefarious. And now that he’s dead…”
“The man in the hospital?” Chris asks, confirming, and Steph nods.
“I suppose if you want to categorize the Avengers as a cult, then you might have a point. Especially with what Stark’s been doing lately, treating any dissention as a sacrilege. I think of cults as empty, unable to fulfill their promises. We actually practice magic, and I haven’t seen kool-aid at a single meeting.” The Cloak doesn’t understand all the words, but Chris laughs.
“But your hands—” He’s staring blatantly.
The Cloak freezes, shivering a little.
“There’s so much.” Her voice shakes like her hands, so she sets the cup down on the table. “I’ve been telling myself that I don’t want to make a mistake, that I could make it worse. I have the power. I could turn back time, regain these beautiful masterpieces, but there are consequences for meddling with time and I’m not sure that I want to pay any more than I already have, but it’s more than that.” She crosses her arms defensively and tries not to shiver. The Cloak swoops in and cuddles her shoulders, feeling her shake. It’s hard to tell whether it’s fear or cold. “I don’t want to go back to who I was. I don’t want to forget the lessons I’ve learned. Your watch is a reminder of that. Just because I have the power doesn’t mean I should use it.”
Chris frowns, then smiles. “You mean, magic doesn’t offer the magic pill any more than those fools on TV?”
That earns a grin. “Everything has side effects. Everything has consequences.”
“Well, I’m glad you could learn that. And that it’s not all about you. And that you’re still alive, you idiot,” he responds, and wraps Steph in a hug, and the Cloak wriggles out and joins in, covering them both in warmth and affection.
also I realize that sling rings are used for dimensional travel but I'm going with the idea that it's not the only way
just people use sling rings because they know how they work unlike magic portals which are unpredictable
Dr. Strange Genderbend (crossed over with universe optional)
Summary: Despite what some people might say, it's not that often that Dr. Strange entertains himself.
Word Count: 690
Dr. Strange Genderbend
Summary: Dr. Strange makes a mistake.
Word Count: 550
It’s after it all when she can’t sleep that she starts experimenting again. It’s an excuse to practice, not to sleep, and of course she can’t learn anything without research and practice. She briefly wonders if it’s a bad idea, pushing herself like this, but it’s easier than dealing with everything that had happened.
Her only call to Chris got a hurried message in response. Apparently he’s swamped. She swallows and tries not to second-guess it, tries to ignore the voice saying that he’s avoiding her, because she’s experienced these types of hospital rushes before and knows it’s likely not an excuse. Or rather, not just an excuse. He probably still needs some time to process.
A few lesser scale mystical threats arise. Mordo seems to be biding her time, which is more worrying than an actual attack, but given that people appear to be looking up to her again, she can’t show her worry or she’ll run the risk of making them worry too. They need to be prepared, not demoralized. It’s when she starts experimenting in the field that things go wrong.
She tries to banish some particularly creatures that had been wrecking havoc back to their home dimension. What she actually accomplishes is to throw herself through a portal instead. At first, she thinks she’s just teleported to a different street in New York City, but then she sees an advertisement for the Hero Registration Act. Stark is clearly out of her mind, but then, she’d come to the conclusion having met the woman years prior. Anonymity was sometimes the only thing that protected some of them, though she doubts Stark understands what it means to stay out of the spotlight. The Iron Woman pictured there is, well, different than the one she’d known, though.
The armor’s…well, no way to phrase it delicately, it’s designed for a man. She’s already exhausted, but she closes her eyes and pushes her senses outward, trying to figure out where she is, and instantly senses an aura fairly close. A very familiar aura, one she knows as well as she knows her own, and there’s a very good reason for that.
It’s practically her own. Just feels a touch more earthy.
“This isn’t good,” she states quietly, aware that it’s all her own fault (but there’s no time for yelling at herself, no matter how much the stupid mistake annoys her) and it’s a complete understatement.
Surely she can’t have been the only one to have done this. There has to be some sort of precedent. But even if it had happened before, that’s no guarantee that it hasn’t already destroyed other worlds, or that it won’t have consequences, or even that she can get help from a world in which she doesn’t belong rather than being locked up as an interloper or worse. At least her counterpart won’t…wait, she can’t say that with any certainty; it’s more like isn’t likely to kill her. Or let her be killed. He won’t sit passively on the sidelines.
She shakes her head, ignoring the looks from passersby at her garb (that had been one of the easiest skills to acquire) and starts heading to the Sanctum. It’s not a sure thing that she’ll be able to get help there, but it’s a start.
Dr. Strange Genderbend
Summary: After the accident
Word Count: 320
Strange is screaming.
Oh, not outwardly. Even in this, her lowest hour, she does what she can to maintain her dignity, even when keeping silent involves biting her lip so hard she’s drawing blood and by the look on Chris’s face, he’s worried that she’s going to bite clear through her lips. In a moment of sheer morbid anger she thinks, well, why not. She’s already messed up her hands, what good is she?
All the more reason to cling to what she has left, really.
She knows that despite the disavowal of any sexism on the part of the hospital…anyone affiliated, really…they’re rejoicing. She’s no longer there to ruin their little boy’s club. No longer making them insecure in their masculinity (and really, if it takes one brilliant woman to do that, they deserve it) by her very presence. Not with the cars and the watches and the salary that makes her every bit one of them. They love to watch her fall like this. Some of them are probably thinking about a raise, a restructuring, the fact that she won’t be there to flaunt her skill in their faces and make them all look bad.
It shouldn’t be how it works. Really it shouldn’t. They should get extra prestige from working at the same hospital as Doctor Strange (and they do, in fact, they’re just so blinded by everything else that they can’t see what they actually get out of it).
At least Chris isn’t like that. He’s straightforward and open, and despite the fact that he doesn’t always believe in himself, he’s not made insecure by her. Or, well, he is, a little, but that doesn’t lead to resentment or anger. She drives him crazy sometimes with the showing off, but she’s fairly certain a part of him loves that, too.
Still, passing out is better than dealing with this reality, so she elects to do that.