Hello out there :)

This is not my first fanfic but this is my first english fanfic. I'll do the warning just once: My native language is german and not english. If I should do a mistake, please correct me. I'm always happy about follows, favourites and reviews, but who isn't?

I see a lot of people writing the disclaimer thing, I do that just once:I do not own Dr. Strange just the idea of the OC and the plot around it. The Dr. Strange movie is a part of the MCU.

Enjoy,

Kira


"I'm the hunter - you are the prey - I'm the hunter - you are the prey…" I forgot how long I was chasing the creature in front of me. It's a threat not only to the small ones. It's always just a few meters ahead, jumping through portal after portal trying to lose me. But I am his hunter and always follow through the closing, sparkling circles. The pray damaged so many things, injured many companions and killed even more of us.

Our fight isn't about who is stronger, it's about who can carry on longer. We figured out quite early in the chase, that we are equally strong. But I am the hunter,I will not fail.


The heavily damaged and almost destroyed sanctums were nearly back in their old shape, like before the battle against Dormammu and the missguided sorcerer Kaecilius. Doctor Stephen Strange had dinner alone in a small restaurant in Hong-Kong after helping to fix the broken floors in the sanctum. With Mordo gone and Wong overseeing the repairs in the New York's sanctum, there wasn't anyone else to talk to, he really knew. Tired he pulled the sling-ring out of his pocket, preparing for the way home.

Stephen never thought anything would happen while he stepped through a portal but today proofed him otherwise. He was on his way to London, his right foot was already touching the shiny stone floor, when something crashed against his shoulder with so much force that he nearly fell - he did not thanks to the cloak but as he tried to see what ran into him something else crashed into his back. Again, his cloak held him upright. Quickly, he pulled his other foot through the aportal.

A grey furball picked itself up and ran around him only to stop when sparkles from a closing portal were vanishing. Stephen held his hands up in a defense position in front of him - no clue what was happening but he was ready to strike if necessary.

Nothing happened.

The furball was quite similar to a cat, but it went a little over his knee, the ears were larger and the long, slim tail ended in small bush of fur. It seemed to be quite frustrated till it turned around and sat down to stare with bright, green eyes up to the face of the sorcerer. The voice from it was more like a smooth melody in the wind of a sunny summer day.

The creature barely moved its mouth to speak:

"You are not my prey, I'm not your hunter. The hunter lost its prey, does the two-legged one know where the hunter's prey went?"

Strange lowered slightly his hands, the cloak rustling on his shoulders: "I didn't see where it went. Who are you?"

It tilted the head confused to the side, not really understanding the question the doctor asked. "The hunter is the hunter. Who is you?"

"I mean, do you -," He tried adjust is speech-pattern to the kind of 3rd-person talk of the cat-like creature:" Does the hunter have a name? I am Doctor Stephen Strange and want to know what the hunter does here?"

"Is a name like a title? I'm the hunter and was trying to get the prey, now I am the resting till I'm the hunter again. The resting has nothing to do with Doctor Stephen Strange but is curious what the title stands for. She never heard this particular title."

Strange thought a moment about how to explain it the best without giving any important information away. The creature - he simply named it cat in his head - didn't look like a threat to him and his cloak wasn't tense, swinging loosely just a little bit from side to side. "Doctor is my title, I can help people to get better. Stephen Strange is my name. The name of a person never changes and is normally given by birth, and titles are earned."

"The resting thinks to understand it. The resting is grateful for Doctor Stephen Strange's explanation. She does not know if she has a name. Names are not used at home."

There was a moment of silence until the cat spoke again: "The resting does not know how to get home. She didn't remember all the portals she had crossed and is not able to open them herself. Can she stay until she knows how to return home? She does not need much and is willing to help if she can."

Dr. Stange considered the pros and cons. Help was needed (assuming she can help), allies are always good to have and what damage could she do? His right hand grabbed for the tip of the cloaks collar, silently asking for approval. It didn't refused the idea of letting the cat stay. He made an inaudible sigh, too tired to deal with it he said: "You can stay for the time being, please follow me."

She smiled - as much as a cat can smile - and made a purring sound.

He took her to his temporary room close to the library (the library may not be as big as the one in the Kamar-Taj but it is still a library) and seated her on the sofa. She looked almost like a cat, nearly behaved like a cat - when you ignore the talking - so he thought it would be fitting.The place is not far away from him, she is under his and his cloak's watch and will be immediately noticed if she tries something funny. She seemed to be content with the sofa cushion. "It's getting late. We'll deal with everything else tomorrow morning."

"The resting is thanking Doctor Stephen Strange again for his hospitality."

He just nodded as a response. The cloak settled itself on the backrest of the sofa, Dr. Stange made a quick stop in the bathroom to change into his sleeping-clothes and laid down in his bed after switching of the lights.

He thought a while about this very unusual day. There were maybe some books about the guest in the library, maybe Wong knows something. Eventually his thoughts went quiet, the only thing hearable was the quiet rustling of the cloak and a small whistling sound from the cat.