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Description: Strangelolly! Molly has a secret. One she has safeguarded for years, only one person knew, and when The Ancient One dies, another discovers. After months of helping him, will he accept? :)
She worked in the basement.
Well, that was where her job sent her. It was her idea, no one could say anything different. It was better than working upstairs.
It wasn't so bad. She had the area mostly to herself. If she needed the lab, she could just go upstairs. It was the price she paid for becoming a forensic pathologist. It wasn't so bad, but being transferred to America, well, that was a bit difficult, as London had been her home for so long. A home with her father.
Of course, it was her idea. She needed to get away after her father's death. Too many memories. Too much pain. Yes, she was running away, but after the opening appeared in New York, she couldn't resist. She applied and was accepted without much deliberation. The only thing was a certain doctor who always seemed to push her buttons.
They disagreed on almost anything and everything. He was selfish, conceited, and snobbish. His name was Doctor Stephen Strange.
She could say she couldn't stand him, but then she would be lying. He had an inner kind soul. She was sure of it. It was a gift she explored further after her father's death. She held the ability to see the truth underneath the lies. It was a gift she learned at a mythical place. A place that helped her heal from the pain. No one knew and she wanted to keep it that way. She didn't want to be deemed a freak like so many in the world.
The crash had been horrible and the news spread throughout the hospital. Strange was injured and the rumor was he would never operate again.
The news devasted her. He was gifted and now the gift was gone. She entered the room; grateful Doctor Palmer was not there for the moment, and he was asleep. It would have been awkward to explain her visit. She placed the flowers on the table and turned to find him awake. She stepped back and clasped her hands tightly together. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."
He didn't say a word, just stared. She motioned towards the flowers and stepped away. "I just brought these to give the room a bit of light. I'll…I'll leave you alone," she remarked, bowing her head, and hurried out the room.
It was weeks later when she heard he had been discharged and it didn't take long for the rumors to start again that he was spending money like nothing in order to fix his hands. She pitied his useless endeavors.
Slipping a note under his door, she turned to leave only to hear the door open behind her. She whirled and caught his eyes. He never said a word as he watched her, holding the piece of paper in his shaking hand.
She shrugged. "They helped me," she responded, turning to quickly leave him in the doorway.
Later, she heard he disappeared to where no one knew, but she did. She secretly smiled because she knew he went to Kamar Taj.
It was weeks until she heard he was back and when a body rolled into the morgue, she gasped. Covering her mouth, she studied the body before her. The woman lying before was the one who helped her overcome her pain. She had been kind and understanding. She let Molly's secret be unknown to the others and helped her learn what she needed to survive in the world.
The doors opened and she raised her eyes to find him standing just inside the room. She stepped back, recognizing the pain in his eyes. Quickly turning, she hid her own pain. She made to leave him alone with The Ancient One.
"Stay, please."
She froze, slowly turning to find him watching her as he moved softly towards her. She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it as her eyes traveled back to the body on the gurney.
"You knew her well."
A statement, not exactly a question, but one Molly acknowledged. "I did."
"Did you know everything?"
Her eyes raised, catching his. "Everything?"
His eyes were pleading. Needing answers, and suddenly she knew what he was asking. Nodding, she gave the answer he needed.
"Did you read the book?"
She shook her head. "She told me."
His brow raised before smirking. "She said she wasn't proud of using power from the dark dimension."
"She wasn't." Molly approached the gurney and placed her hands on her friend's shoulder. "It was her one big regret."
"Why did she tell you?"
"We all have secrets, Doctor," she answered, solemnly. "She knew mine and I knew hers. It was a bond."
"You knew what Kamar Taj meant, didn't you?"
"I knew it was a healing place. Spiritually and physically," she answered, calmly. "I see you found your true place in the world."
He smirked. "You knew I would become this."
"I suspected. I didn't know for sure."
She turned away but heard him call her name. She glanced over her shoulder and waited. He approached, staring down into her eyes. "Thank you."
She nodded. "You're welcome, Doctor."
He turned, passing one final glance to their mentor, and started towards the door.
Molly called out to him before he left. As he turned, she pointed to the Eye around his neck. "Use that stone carefully, it's more powerful than you think."
He nodded and left her alone.
Months passed and she kept her ear to the ground, so to speak. She saw him in the streets every now and then, and she ached to call out to him. It hurt to know they had common ground and they never acknowledged it.
A timid knock on her door one night left her wondering as no one ever knocked. No one ever called her. She looked out the hole and swallowed. Opening the door, she stared at him.
He smirked and bowed his head. "May I come in?"
She stepped aside, watching him carefully. "I see you survived the zealots."
He chuckled, turning to face her. "You've known for months, Molly."
She sagged. "Yes."
"I'm at the New York Sanctum. You could have come by."
"I can't."
"Why?"
She swallowed, moving to the living room, and sank into the sofa. "It's too dangerous."
"Dangerous, for who?"
She glanced away, keeping her eyes from him. She tensed when he approached her and knelt in front of her. "Please, don't push."
"I'm not going to," he remarked, watching with eyes that missed nothing. "I mentioned you to Wong, and he remembers you."
Of course, he would, she pestered him enough in the library. "What do you want, Strange?" she asked, softly.
"I want to know the truth, but I'll settle for what you can tell me."
"Why?"
He smirked, his eyes twinkling. "Because you are special, Molly Hooper, and I want to know why."
She breathed in and out, hating how close he was sitting and how much she wanted to tell him. "I'm not from here," she confessed after moments of holding his eyes.
"I guessed that."
"No," she began with a laugh when he smiled at her answer. "I'm not from Earth."
He lifted his head and lowered his eyes. "Not from Earth," he drawled, his voice deepening.
She shook her head. He studied her and she could see the wheels turning in his brilliant mind. He raised his eyes to hers once more. "Where?"
She swallowed, leaning back on the sofa. Defeat registering on her face. "You're going to hate it," she muttered, keeping her eyes downcast. "I was born in the Dark Dimension."
His silence told her everything. She scoffed, standing to leave him on the ground. She moved to the window and told him everything. How she left the Dark Dimension with her father to get away from her mother and uncle. She wanted a peaceful life, but The Ancient One found her after her father died. She told him everything, all standing with her back to him.
"What is your real name?"
The growl made her jump for he had moved to stand directly behind her. She closed her eyes, turning as the disguise carefully concealed for years fell away to reveal silver hair and a flash of purple eyes. Her chin lifted only slightly as she gazed at him with some dignity in her stance.
"Clea."
He smiled, searching her eyes. His hand raised and caressed her cheek. "You'll always be Molly Hooper to me."
Tears burned her eyes and she laughed with joy at his acceptance. "Please, don't tell anyone."
He bent his head, searching her eyes. "Your secret is safe with me, Molly."
"What now?" she asked, lowering his eyes to his lips which were inching closer.
He smirked. "Now, I ask you, Molly Hooper, daughter of the Dark Dimension, would you come back to the Sanctum with me?"
She smiled, licking her lips. "Why?"
His lips touched her cheek with a slight brush and she shivered. "Because I want you to."
Raising her head, she saw the earnest expression in his eyes. "It's dangerous. If anyone found out," she began, looking away.
"I'll protect you."
"I can handle myself, thank you," she stated, firmly.
"I have no doubt, but there is no safer place than the Sanctum."
Her mind thought of the dangers and she realized he was right. She would be protected, and she would be close to him. She could learn much from him and he could learn from her.
He touched her silver hair and smiled. "This is a good look on you, don't change it."
She smiled and grasped his wrist, holding it lightly. "Alright, I'll come."
His head bent and his lips touched hers for the first time. The first of many kisses they would share for all eternity, or for as long as they had together.
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I always thought Molly would be perfect as Clea! (Kudos if you know who she is! LOL!) Who knows I may do a full story on this, but I have so many going now, it may wait.
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