Fifty Shades of Strange
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dr. Strange or Fifty Shades. They both belong to their rightful owners. I only own my OC Ariella, her mother, and brother... Well, her brother won't be an OC now that I think about it. I do appreciate constructive criticism. So please enjoy the story. We will start with the prolog. The night of the accident and Ariella's surprising survival.
Dr. Stephen Vincent Strange who was sitting on the couch and reading over a file from one of his patients looked at his wife. He smiles a little at the fact she's sitting here in front of him and rubbing her nine-month pregnant belly. His little girl was due any day and he couldn't be happier. Sure, he was an arrogant son of a bitch, but he could still love.
He looked at his wife Rachel and asked, "Do you feel alright? Any contractions?"
"No, I'm fine." she sighed after being asked for the tenth time.
He may be a neurosurgeon, but he was still a doctor. To be quite honest, he wanted to be sure his baby was healthy. He then went back to his file and began to read it. Not even two minutes later he sighed. The reason is that it's a patient who was paralyzed from the chest down which made him untreatable. Strange tossed the file on the table and rolled his eyes. He got up from his chair and walked over to the window to look outside at the darkening clouds.
"Looks like rain." He stated, sighing, "I hope that if the baby comes the roads won't be too bad."
Rachel smiled and chuckled a little.
"You always were one to care Stephen... When you want to that is."
Strange only chuckled and nodded before coming over to his wife and kissing her stomach. It then dawned on him that they haven't picked out a name for their daughter.
"We need a name for the baby. She'll be due at any time."
Rachel nodded in agreement. If they didn't have one already picked out she knew that they'd be at the hospital for awhile trying to pick one out. Strange stood, not hearing the soft grunt his wife gave. She had gotten a contraction, but it was fairly mild. She watched her husband pace the floor, trying to think of a name. Strange tapped his chin in thought. He then looked at his wife with a smile.
"I got it. How about Ariella?"
"Ariella?" His wife asked.
"Yes, she should be named after her mother in some way." Strange argued, "I'm not all that arrogant you know."
"I agree, you're not. But what about a middle name Stephen?" Rachel prodded, looking at Strange.
Strange opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He walked to his laptop and began to look for names. Meanwhile, his wife let out a louder grunt. Stephen's head snapped to his wife after hearing her discomfort.
"Contraction?" He asked, his voice slightly rising.
Rachel nodded, "Yes, but it's not that bad. It's not hurting all that bad."
Strange breathed out in relief, still knowing that at some point he was going to have to take his wife to the hospital.
He then looked at the computer then said, "I found the perfect middle name for her. Jessica."
His wife looked at him like he grew a second head, "Now, why would I want to give my daughter that name?"
Stephen sighed, "Jessica is a Hebrew name. It means rich. It also means God beholds."
She still stared at him in disbelief.
He looked at his wife and explained, "It fits. One because we are rich and God will behold her. She will never live a poor girl. No matter what."
His arrogance was now beginning to show in an unpleasant way. His wife was about to call him out on it, but she let out a shout instead.
"Okay, I think Ariella wants out now." she grunted, "I can feel her fighting right now."
Stephen ran and grabbed the baby bag. Next, he lifted his wife and carried her to the elevator, refusing to let her out of his arms. After that, he pressed the garage button in the elevator and knew that they had to get to the hospital fast. Then, he put his wife into the Lamborghini. She was about to protest about the weather, but he wasn't about to take no for an answer no matter what. He got into the driver's seat and sped away to the hospital. The roads were terrible due to the rain, but Stephen could honestly care less. He floored it and called the hospital letting them know that they were coming. Soon after he hung up the car ran over a large puddle without slowing down which sent him and Rachel spinning on the wet street and flying over a hill. Strange could hear his wife screaming as they rolled and spun.
Several hours later, a chopper arrived. They loaded Strange and Rachel onto gurneys and transferred them straight to the hospital. Strange was rolled into one OR while Rachel was wheeled to another. Rachel moaned and looked at the doctor as they prepped to operate on her.
"No..." She said, stopping the doctor, "b... baby."
She touched her stomach where their daughter was.
The doctor looked at the others, then to Rachel, "We need to do work on you first ma'am."
"Save. My. Baby." Rachel said, "She's.. more... import... important."
The doctor knew that she was right. So, he and the others set to work on an emergency Cesarean. The doctors thought that the baby was surely dead. But, when they broke through the sac, out came a surprisingly healthy and unharmed baby girl. The doctor brought Ariella to see her mother, Rachel. Even though she was very weak, she smiled at the newborn.
"Hello... Ariella J... Jessica." Rachel gasped, before going into cardiac arrest.
The doctors tried everything short of opening her up to save Rachel, but it was too late.
The doctor looked up and stated, "Time of Death, 12:30 a.m."
Meanwhile in the next room, Strange was undergoing emergency surgery completely unaware of what happened to his wife and that his daughter has just been born. The doctors worked hard on Strange and were able to save him. The only thing they couldn't save were his hands. The nerves in his hands had been destroyed beyond repair. He would be able to use them with time, just not as well as he used to. After the surgery had been completed, he was wheeled into recovery. About two hours later, Strange woke up, looking at his coworker Christine Palmer.
"Hey," she soothed, "It's okay. It's gonna be okay."
Strange looked down at his hands, then at Christine.
"What did they do?"
Christine sighed then explained, "They rushed you and Rachel in a chopper. Took a while to find you. The golden hours for nerve damage went by while you were in the car."
Strange sighed, signifying that that wasn't what he meant.
"What did they do?!" he demanded.
He was referring to the numerous pins in his hands.
"Stephen, they put eleven stainless steel pins in the bones. You had several torn ligaments. You were on the operating table for 11 hours."
Stephen groaned then he remembered Rachel and his daughter.
"Rachel? The baby? My baby?" he nearly panicked.
"The baby's fine. She's healthy and miraculously unharmed." she soothed, "The doctors wanted to work on Rachel, but she refused. She wanted your daughter to be saved first."
Stephen wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He then asked, "My daughter. Where is she?"
Christine nodded to a little hospital bassinet, and told him, "She's right here. She's healthy."
Stephen looked over at his daughter, her hair was a caramel auburn brown. He knew that she was going to have her mother's magnificent, sapphire blue eyes. He smiled ever so slightly, mostly due to his injuries. But, would he be able to take care of her with his hands being the way they were? He looked at Christine, and sighed, "I love my daughter, but I want her to be happy. So... Christine... find a family that will take her."
Christine gasped as if she were shocked that Strange would do that to his daughter.
"Stephen, are you sure?"
"Yes. But... do me a favor. My nametag. Make it into a necklace or something for her, so people will know that she's my daughter. I will find her when I can get my hands in order."
Christine nodded and makes a necklace out of Stephen's name tag. She had to take the pin part out. She then called a local adoption shelter, asking them to take Ariella, at the request of her father. Meanwhile, in his room, Strange looks at his daughter,
"No matter what they tell you... Your last name doesn't mean weird, or odd. It means Survivor. I will find you one day Ariella. I can promise you that."