Author's Note: So I just had a brainstorm yesterday about this and I thought about making a Dr. Strange/Owl House fanfiction! It's one of my favorite cartoons and the sorcerer himself is awesome. So I decided to make this.
In this fanfic, I have decided to make Stephen Strange a teenager to make it easier for the plot, so I apologize for those who wanted him to be called a doctor.
I hope you like it and I hope I did Stephen well for this adaptation. I don't own Dr. Strange or the Owl House. Any and all comments are welcome.
Stephen Strange had his nose stuck in his medical text book while his mom drove their car. It was pouring rain, but Beverly Strange was too proud of her son to worry about that.
"Oh, look at you." She cooed to her son. "Just 10 years old and already learning to be a doctor."
"Just getting ahead in life, mom." Stephen said with a proud smile. "Gotta be prepared for the future. And trust me, when I get a doctorate in the near future, I'll be sure to thank you in my speech."
"That's my boy." Beverly said. "By the way, Camila and her daughter's coming over for dinner tomorrow night."
Stephen rolled his eyes and groaned. "Really?"
"What? I thought you liked Camila." Beverly said.
"I do, Mom." Stephen said closing his text book. "Don't get me wrong. I like Ms. Noceda, but Luz is kinda… weird."
"Well, weird is often wonderful." Beverly said. "Your dad was weird and he helped me make you."
"Mom, you barely talk about my dad at all in my life."
"All I'm saying is that the weird ones are always onto something." Beverly said. "Stephen, Luz isn't afraid of letting her freak flag fly. Sometimes, it takes a bit of belief to make all the difference. It's okay to be a little strange."
"Mom, our name is literally Strange."
Beverly chuckled at that. "Just try to believe and…"
CRASH!
And that's when everything blacked out.
Stephen was very sore all over his body, but he couldn't feel his hands at all. When he opened his eyes, he found out why. Much to his shock, he saw his hands held up in front of him all suspended by wires and covered in surgical bandages. He had bruises and cuts all over the rest of his body, but nothing as serious as his hands. He looked around the hospital room he was currently lying in until his eyes stopped at a certain veterinarian who looked worried at him.
"Ms. Noceda?" Stephen asked weakly.
"Stephen." Camila gasped. "Gracias a Dios, estas bien."
"What… What happened?" Stephen asked looking at his hands.
Camila scooted her chair closer to him with a sullen look on her face. "Your car… It had a terrible wreck. Some idiota didn't stop his car in time because of the rain. The doctors say your hands are seriously messed up."
Stephen fixed his eyes at his injured hands. He tried to wiggle a finger at least, but it hurt him to do so. It was so much so, that it brought a tear to his eye. That's when another thought entered his head, one that made him worry even more.
"What about mom? Is she all right?"
Camila raised her hand with sadness in her eyes. Her voice shuttered as she tried to answer, but she choked on what it was she was trying to say. She lowered her head letting Stephen find out the answer for himself. Though his damaged hands made him tear up from the pain, he teared up in sadness from the sudden secret he had heard.
"No. No, no, no."
Stephen's reality shattered as he continued to cry. Camila Noceda kept silent until the doctor entered the hospital room. She stood and approached him.
"Is he going to be all right?"
"With time, maybe." The doctor said. "But he seems to have suffered a lot of nerve damage. I'm sorry, but do you know him?"
Camila turned her head to the sad boy in the bed before looking back at the doctor. "Si. His mother and I were good friends… and I am his godmother."
FOUR YEARS LATER
"'Do not underestimate me, Gildersnake, for I am the Good Witch Azura, warrior of peace. NOW, EAT THIS, SUCKA!' 'No! My only weakness, dying!' And that's the end."
"The end of what?" Camila asked with a worried look to her daughter.
"My book report. I think I knocked it out of the park." Luz said as she held up a doll of her favorite fictional witch with one hand and a live snake with the other. She sat before the principal next to Stephen Strange, who rubbed the side of his head like a migraine.
"Your book report is why you're in here." Principal Hal said. "I just got word that there is a bunch of snakes attacking your classmates."
"Oh. So that's where the backup snakes were."
"And what were you going to do with this?" Camila asked holding up a handful of firecrackers tied together.
"That was for the Act Three closer."
"Principal Hal, if I may ask," Stephen said, "Why was I called up here?"
"Because Luz here has credited you for assisting her on this."
"She what?" Stephen glared angrily at his foster sister.
"What? Remember last week when I asked you which type of snake wouldn't be poisonous?"
"You were looking for actual snakes? I thought it was a biology problem you were working on for homework."
"Mija, I love your creativity, but it's gotten out of hand." Camila said. "Do you remember why you were in the principal's office the last three times?"
"I do." Stephen said. "Luz spilled sausage links out of her costume while trying out for Romeo and Juliet in the death scene, she built a baby griffin statue that spit out living spiders, and she scared the entire gym with that gross inside-out eyelid trick."
"What? I thought it was impressive trick." Luz defended.
"We all love that you express yourself…" Camila said.
"I don't." Stephen pointed out.
"…But if you can't learn to separate fantasy from reality, you may need to spend summer in Reality Check Summer Camp."
"You want to send her to the same camp I'm having to go to?" Stephen asked. "Luz, no more silly weirdness."
Luz gulped at the idea of the summer camp. "Don't worry, Mom. Don't worry, Stephen. I won't let you down. No more weirdness!" Her promise was cut abruptly when the snake in her hand slipped out and attacked the principal. He screamed keeping it from trying to bite him. "That doesn't count, right?"
It counted.
Both Luz and Stephen stood sullenly in front of their house. They waited at the curb in the road when Luz noticed her brother's right hand twitching. He gripped his wrist with his left hand to make it stop.
"So… Your hands are doing okay?" Luz asked.
"Not now, Luz." Stephen said.
"Look, I'm sorry I said you were involved with the book report incident." Luz said. "You're just so smart and…"
"Not smart enough, it looks like. I should've known sooner that you'd use my brain for more of your mischief. And now, I'll have to get used to having you at camp."
"Is it really that bad?" Luz asked. "I didn't even know you liked camp that much."
"I've been looking forward to this for the past six months." Stephen said. "It's the one part of my life that was supposed to be normal. And now, I have to put up with you all summer. No doubt you're going to make things weird with your fantasy nonsense."
"Hey! You're my brother. You're supposed to appreciate what I like."
"Correction, I'm your foster brother. And I don't have to appreciate magic nonsense because there's no such thing." He noticed how upset look on Luz's face and sighed. "I'm sorry. But I'm a realist. After my hands got injured and I'm currently still trying to recover, I had to give up my dream of being a surgeon. So if we're going to have a proper brother-sister relationship, we need to be on the same page. And honestly, I don't see that happening in a world where magic doesn't exist."
Luz frowned picking up her Good Witch Azura book. She sighed as she gently placed it into the trash can. "All right, Stephen. You're right. I guess I'm gonna have to… HEY!" She turned her head back to the trash can to see the bag was missing. She looked and found it held in the beak of a brown owl. Her Azura book was still inside of the bag as the owl carried it into the forest. "Get him!"
"Luz, you can't be…"
"NOW!" Luz yelled out running after the owl who was dragging the bag away. Stephen sighed heavily and followed her.
The chase gave way deep into the forest where Stephen and Luz found decrepit, abandoned house. The owl continued through its door and the kids continued their chase. But as soon as they entered, their lived began to change for good.
