Sad Kotyonok - The Advent Adventure

by TapTapAlways

This is a story for my friend who is sad sometimes. It will stretch across fandoms in total insanity and answer questions you never asked such as "What would happen if you introduced Doctor Strange's Cloak to the flying carpet from Aladdin?", "Would Doctor Strange and John Watson hit it off?" and "Would Doctors Strange and Who drink far too much while bonding?". An Advent Calendar.

4. December 4:th

December 4:th - The Cloak Is A Bomb Plane Today

Doctor Strange was many things, but he had never been quite as high-and-mighty in a few basic perspects as one might believe. He could cook, for example, preferring to prepare his own food when time allowed, rather than have takeout or making someone else do it.

As such, he often cooked himself now that he had the time to do so, even if he had to rely on someone else from the "cult", as Christine so brashly had called it, to help him sometimes if he couldn't get around using sharp knives. Of course, the new addition to his diet the last two days, of nutritional goo to go with food, had made takeout far less of an option anyway.

Christine had come around a short while yesterday, amazed at the new place he was living in, but she had kept hinting at how she wanted him to return to medicine as a consult, and he was just not ready for that. Sometime, maybe, but not now. He had changed. Then she'd mentioned Doctor West, and the whole encounter had gone downhill from there. She'd left soon after.

One of the new novices from Kamar-Taj came over with some extra ingredients - already neatly chopped up - just as he was ready for them, and neither one of them commented on Doctor Strange's Cloak drifting through the outer hall. In Stephen's case it was merely because of habit; his cloak always flied through the house and he had never minded. In the case of the novice, he had already gotten soundly chastised by Doctor Strange last time and was not about to repeat the experience.

That was why it came as a complete surprise when Stephen had just gone back to his cooking and there was a piercing scream coming from outside the room. Putting things down hastily, he moved out into the hall, only to have to lean against the wall not double over with laughter.

The novice was ducking as his cloak was charging it repeatingly from the air, not doing any harm, but attacking none the less. A small call from Strange made it return to his shoulders, leaving the novice to run for it as fast as he could. Strange went back to cooking, silently admitting that his Cloak had a terrific sense of humour.

Later that night, as Doctor Strange had settled into bed, for once not reading in his astral form but actually sleeping, the cloak moved away from its position, draped across him like the guard dog it was. It only eventually moved away because it heard a familiar noise.

It moved out into the hall, where no one could enter magically. No one... but the Cloak's old friend. Standing out in the hall, blinking peacefully, was the TARDIS.

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