A/N: For those who don't know, there is a small addition in the last chapter. For those who know, or are new to it, carry on!

CHAPTER 3

Strange was sitting with his face buried in his hands. The apartment seemed unusually dull.

"Stephen, we are engaged," yelled Grace, "And what do I see you doing? Making out with your long lost ex-girlfriend? You know, I still can't believe it. I'm still trying to console myself that you weren't smooching Christine. It was someone..."

Strange and Grace were to get married the next month. After Christine got transferred to Australia, Strange and Grace started dating each other. But then, unusually, Christine came back the day before. And then the thing happened.

Strange did not speak. He just sat there, listening to her.

"Why, Stephen? Why didn't you tell me that you were still into her," Grace was on the verge of crying, "And seriously Stephen, if you think you are Oh-my-god so smart, then why didn't you think before doing that‽ I don't even want to say what you did! You are horrible!"

Strange got up this time.

"Look, I know it wasn't right to do that," Strange said, "And I accept my mistake..." Grace's face lit up.

"...And that is why I think we should not be continuing this relationship,"

Grace was outraged. She did the first thing she thought of. She punched (yes, didn't slap) Stephen in the face, pulled the engagement ring out of her finger and threw it at him.

"People were right, Stephen. You are a jerk. Keep your fucking ring and stuff it in that bitch Christine's cock pocket! I really wish I was born with a silver spoon up my ass. Fuck you, Stephen." Grace never cursed anyone. Never. This was like a new thing for both of them.

Grace grabbed her keys and made her way towards the main door, breaking and kicking everything in her way. Stephen lay on the ground, with a bleeding nose.

Next morning, Stephen read that Grace died in a car accident.

*

Wong and Stephen were sitting on a couch, the one which Strange had bought. He said the armchairs were uncomfortable sometimes.

"You okay, Stephen?" asked Wong.

Strange didn't reply. He was shaking.

"Look Stephen, I know it upsets you. But, I said this before and I am repeating it. It wasn't your fault!"

Ever since the accident happened, Strange couldn't give up the guilt. That's the only thing which makes him Un-Strangely. At that time, he felt that he was a disgrace to the Hippocratic Oath. But later (when he encountered the Zealots), he understood that he was a disgrace in every way possible. The thing which haunted Stephen the most was that, not a soul knew that Grace had been to Stephen's apartment, or that they had a fight. All the people knew was that Grace died in a car accident. Or a bloody murder? Strange thought. He couldn't live with it. It was already driving him mad.

A few weeks later, he shared the incidence with Wong.

Strange gave a huge sigh, "It was my fault, Wong. I killed her. And I don't want that to happen to Christine. She has been really nice to me, and if she ends up like Grace...then..."

"That won't happen to Christine," Wong guaranteed.

"How could you know‽"

"Because Christine isn't Grace!" bellowed Wong, "Honestly Stephen, she knows you better than Grace did. And...and...even if you want to break up with her, she will understand you."

"Who said I wanted to break up with her?" questioned Strange.

"Then why are you freaking out!"

"Didn't you freak out when you first met Imei? That was the first time I saw you stutter," said Strange with a smirk.

Wong ignored what he said, though he blushed a bit.

"Better?"

"Yeah, thank you."

"Look," sighed Wong, "Whatever is happening to you, it is normal. Though I'm wondering if you ever passed adolescence."

Strange rolled his eyes.

"So, tell me about Professor Granger. But only if you want to. I won't-"

"Oh no," Strange said, "I'm a lot better now."

Stephen and Wong talked for half and hour or so. Actually, Stephen did all the talking, Wong just lend him his ears. Though he didn't know much about Hermione, Stephen kept describing her. And his feelings. He found it really hard to stop.

After some time, Strange got up.

"Maybe I should be leaving now," Strange said, glaring at his watch, "I don't think McGonagall would be pleased to see that I'm using up my special privileges already."

Wong got up too.

"If you ever feel like-"

"I know I can come to you. Thanks." said Strange as he conjured the gateway. As he stepped out of it, he turned towards Wong. But the had gateway vanished.

He sat on his armchair, and gave a small heave. And he heard a voice in his mind. You are a jerk, Stephen.

Strange spent rest of the day exploring the castle. And the most he did was get lost. The staircase were particularly spooky. Fortunately, he found ol' man Filch cleaning the frames. And he ended up being the guide of the day, which wasn't pleasant at all.

On the brighter side, he got to know where the library was, and by happy chance, observed that the librarian wasn't threatening him, like Wong did.

On his tour, he met most of the professors. He accidentally said "I'm sorry, son!" as he bumped into Professor Flitwick. He met Professor Longbottom (He kew him. Lengends of the Battle of Hogwarts, phew!).

As the day ended, he thought of returning to his office. He was starving and he didn't know where these guys served food. Filch had left him a long time ago. Maybe I have to go back to Burger King, he thought.

He was a few corridors away from his office, when he heard Professor Granger.

"Professor Strange!"

He turned around. He could see her walk towards him, her hairs bouncing gleefully.

"How are you feeling now?" asked Hermione.

"Um, Great!"

Hermione smiled at him, "I was wondering whether you had your dinner. I suppose not."

"No I haven't. Will you show me the way?"

"Sure."

He followed Hermione and thought, Let's not try to be OOC. But then he thought, No, lets try to be Dr. Stephen Strange.

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A/N: Sorry for the delay. And for the delays hereafter. Hope you like it. ;)