This Fanfiction developed out of a "If you had 7 fictional characters on a table, who would it be?" challenge with a friend some time ago. She gave me those characters and I decided to write what might happen. Therefore, a lot of fandoms are included, but I chose Dr. Strange/Ouat as the main Setting.
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Three doctors
New York was cold in winter, what a surprise. Jemma pulled up the collar of her coat to shelter herself better from the icy wind. Why again had she agreed to work at New Years Eve? Ah, yeah, because she had the possibility to meet Dr. Strange. Dr. fucking Steven Strange! "Language Jemma!", She chided herself. Still, it was amazing. She was going to enter the New York Sanctum. If she didn't freeze to death on the way anyway. That would be inconvenient. And very very embarrassing. Fitz would make fun of her even in afterlife. Whatever afterlife was. She definitely should have accepted Coulson's offer to give her a lift, but instead she had insisted on walking, wanting to be surrounded by normal people with normal lives for a change. On the other end of the street, she could already see the building. Her steps became faster.
Why again had he agreed to work at New Year's Eve? Ah, yeah, because he owed Fury and Fury had told him he could do something for a guy called Coulson instead. Steven had never met him but that guy was kind of a legend, a friend of the Avengers as far as he knew. Anyway, as a result he was supposed to meet with a S.H.I.E.L.D. scientist in a few minutes. She had travelled through a portal and now wanted some more information. Apparently, she wasn't yet ready to share all the information with her own team. The psychiatrist, Garner or something like that, had told him in a letter that that was normal and him talking to her could do her a lot of good. He wasn't so sure about it, but listening to what she had to say couldn't do much harm either. He looked at the clock.
Jemma had not even touched the doors when they already moved, opening without any sound. The young woman took a deep breath, then she entered the building. The ceiling was high and there were old artifacts everywhere. Under normal circumstances, Jemma could have taken hours to examine them, but at the moment all her attention was taken by the man who was now floating down the stairs. His coat was flowing around him like red wings until he landed gracefully in front of her. "Dr. Simmons?", he asked politely. She could just nod, her voice taken away by that subtle demonstration of power. "Steven Strange, very pleased to meet you. If you would follow me?" He led her to a sitting room with a very Asian flair. "Would you like some tea?", he asked and this time, she even found her voice to reply. "Black tea, please, with a bit of milk." But instead of getting up and making some tea, the man just made a small gesture with his hand and two cups appeared. One settled itself right in front of Jemma who could just stare.
He had to admit, she was cute with her light-brown, wavy hair, the softly curved lips and that totally astonished look on her face. But Steven had promised himself a while ago not to get involved with a woman for the time being, as the Sorcerer Surpreme he simply didn't have the time for that kind of thing. Plus she was definitely too young for him. "So Dr. Simmons, I understand you got caught on a planet called Maveth? It would be good if you could tell me about it. Just start wherever you want, no pressure. I-" The man stopped when he suddenly heard the front door banging open. "If you would excuse me for a moment?", he said to the scientist before he flew to the entrance hall. What he saw there surprised even him. The suddenly strong wind had opened the door and gusts were pushing snow into the sanctum. Half of the entrance hall was already powdery white. Strange didn't mind snow in general, one shouldn't when working a lot in the Himalaya, but he definitely minded it in his house! Just when he wanted to close the massive doors again, a man stumbled through them. His face was red from the cold and he was shivering like a leaf in the breeze. When he saw the flying man, his jaw dropped, but not as deeply as the Doctor would have expected from such a man. Lacking a better idea, he introduced himself. "My name is Steven Strange, who do I have the pleasure with?" The intruder looked at him wide-eyed, then he cleared his throat. "Watson", he said with a distinct British accent, "my name is Doctor John Watson."