Dr. Strange (cametobargain) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2022-07-20 09:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | mcu: christine palmer, mcu: stephen strange |
Who: Stephen Strange and Christine Palmer
What: Guess who's back? Back again? Strange is back. Tell a friend.
When: Early Wednesday morning
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: Major Multiverse of Madness spoilers. Also gets mildly racy at the end but nothing little eyes couldn't read
When Stephen opened his eyes, his first thought was that that had been the longest, most complicated dream he’d ever had. And so incredibly vivid. Even dreams within his dream. And that thought was what made him begin to question the dream thing. How could he remember so many details while still coming out of the REM state? How would he have dreamt up an entire human being? And a child, at that.
Which meant it wasn’t a dream. Stephen had been sent back ‘home’, back to Greenwich Village and the original New York Sanctum. Back to a world where Wanda had been turned by the Darkhold, where he had cost hundreds of talented young sorcerers their lives. It was all true. The Illuminati, a Sanctum corrupted by an angry and bitter version of himself, and Christine… His Christine, not the one he’d spent the better part of two days with, was happily and peacefully married to another man.
Okay. Stephen Strange was nothing if not logical. Despite his emotions raging through him, he sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes. He was in his room - not Christine’s, where he could almost remember falling asleep his last night in San Francisco - but his. Christine was here and (hopefully) still loved him entirely. Wanda was not a witch possessed with dark magic. America was back home under the watchful eye of Wong and the other Sorcerers. He’d read the Darkhold and he’d have to deal with the consequences of that, some of which would follow him here, he was sure.
Checklist complete, he needed to see her. It was one thing to logically know that she was down the hall, hopefully sleeping comfortably. It was another to admit that his heart was racing and his stomach churning at the thought that maybe she’d been sent back, too. And possibly not returned. Or had returned but as a married woman.
Quietly, so not to wake Emily, he made his way to Christine’s room, slipping inside. For a moment, he simply stood and watched her sleep. Then he made his way to the bed, slipping under the covers to her side, nestling close enough to feel her presence but not so close she’d feel crowded as she woke.