*Dusting off the fanfiction, coughing*
Oh wow, it has been ages that I have written this, but as it is New Year's Eve, I found it appropriate to add another chapter to this small drabble.

I hope you enjoy it, happy new year!

ATTENTION: SPOLERS for REICHENBACKFALL (Sherlock); DR STRANGE; AGENTS OF SHIELD (Season 3); X-MEN 3 (The last Stand and probably other movies as well as I take liberties).

Disclaiemr: I still don't own anything.


Whiskey neat

"Alright," the sorcerer shouted back and the man let himself hin, pushing the door closed behind him.

He looked around the hall, like an animal looking out for enemies, then he focused on the host.

"Steven Strange, nice to meet you," he introduced himself calmly.

"Logan," the other one answered gruffly.

"Very well Mr. Logan, I already have some company upstairs, if you would like to join us for some tea, feel free to do so," Dr. Strange commented drily.

"Uhm, thanks man," the other sounded quite surprised, "but tea isn't... so much my thing. You know."

"I can offer something stronger as well," Strange merely argued before floating upstairs again.

That was quite some cardio he did today! The other man simply raised an eyebrow.

"Surprised to see a flying man?" Strange goaded him.

"Nah, have seen weirder things. Actually surprised to see a flying man here in this fancy house alone. Or is your company powered as well? Are you part of Erik's crew? Or have something to do with Jeanie?"

Something in his voice and the feral look in the dark eyes told Steven that "yes" was not exactly the answer the newcomer was looking for. Still, when he asked for the woman, there was serious longing in his voice. Due to his extensive research, the sorcerer had an idea what he was talking about.

"Lensherr Erik? Brotherhood? Phoenix Force? - Nothing to do with any of it. I am Sorcerer Supreme, my job are different dimensions."

"Ah alright."

That answer seemed to be enough for him.

"Alright Mr. Logan," Steven commented now that they had reached the sitting room, "meet Dr. Simmons and Dr. Watson."

The young woman reminded Logan of Jean right away, she simply screamed "scientist" though she had less of the sensuality that had made him so crazy. No, there was mroe of a pretty innocence, something girlish, more like Kitty or Marie. The man was boring, he decided, bland and not the least angerous.

He took a seat on one of the low sofas, enyoing the warmth. Suddenly, a glass of something that smelled strongly like whiskey appeared in front of him.

"I suppose this is more to your liking," the sorcerer (Logan had decided to call him that) explained.

He hummed in approval.

"Why would you be out in such weather with only a leather jacket?" the woman frowned.

His first instinct was to tell her off for prying, but then he realized that she was actually concerned. It was kind of cute, to be honest.

"Argued with someone. Left quickly, didn't think," he grunted, and she smiled gently.

"I understand, well, now you are here. Do you have any plans for your time in New York?" She looked at all the men in the room.

"Actually, I think you and I actually had an appointment," Steven couldn't help pointing out and she blushed a little, "which means I am working."

"I am simply getting away from London," Watson admitted.

"Same," was all Logan said in reply.

"Well, giving the weather, my trip might be longer than expected," Watson sighed, "I doubt there will be flights anytime soon."

"Any important appointments?" Steven asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

"No, not really, but a feeling I should get back at some point. Even though this might be pointless anyway. "He cringed at the bad pun.

"I understand what you mean," the woman sighed, making Logan look up.

She really did look sad and he wondered for a moment what ahd happened to her.

"But in contrast to do I have work to do and people want me back. But I am simply not really ready."

"Are we doing this self-help group bullshit here?" Logan growled, staring at each of the others.

What the heck was going on here? They were nearly as abd as Chuck, trying to get him to talk about feelings and such bullshit. John looked at him seriously.

"Well, you look as if you could definitely need it. Lost someone close to you?"

"How do you-?" Logan looked at him in surprise.

"I see that look everyday in the mirror. These two," he motioned towards Dr. Simmons and the flying man have it as well. So I guess we are not so different. Who where they?"

Logans brained wirrled, but than he thought, whatever, he would never see them again anyway. He took another sip of his whiskey.

"The woman I loved. Not my partner though. It was difficult. And I killed her. She... she begged me to kill her."

There was silent around the table.

"Yours?"

"My partner - best friend. Jumped from a roof, probably killed himself. Dr. Simmons?

"Got caught on an alien planet, met a guy there and fell in love, kind of, it is difficult, then he died getting me back here. My best friend also helped me, he is still on Earth but in love with me. And I don't know how I feel about that. And what about you Dr. Strange?"

"Mentor died and I have the responsibility for a dimension," Strange commented.

"Well, seems we are all fucked," Logan concluded.

Suddenly, a swishing sound started, just next to them in the sitting room. Green fog swirls were getting thicker and thicker, forming a shape like a doorway.

"Is this normal?" the Canadian asked.

"No, it is not!", Steven called out, jumping up, "get back, it could be an attack!

He vaguely heard a sound like an unsheathing of a sword but didn't have time to focus too much on it. His eyes stayed fixed on the portal, he was sure it was a portal now, where a dark figure manifested. A woman stepped into the room as if she owned it, looking around totally unimpressed. Just to be certain, the sorcerer cast a binding spell towards her, meaning to impobalize her, but she deflected it with a flick of her fingers. Her dress was huge and looked historic, as if she was fallen out of a costume party, and the cleavage was incredibly distracting. Not that this was his biggest problem right now. Apaprently he had to deal with a sorceress now, a powerful one.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he called out, ready to open the mirror dimension.

"Nothing, really," she sounded amused, "took a wrong turn, apparently. But as I am here anyway, It would be interesting to know where I am. And who you are. This sounds all very ... interesting ... to me. Oh, you have made tea? Surely also for me, right?"

Without waiting for a reply, she made another sofa appear at the table, sitting down gracefully dispite her voluminous skirts. Too confused to do anything else, Steven decided to humour her, maybe they could get around a fight after all. The other ones seemed to agree, as they moved to take their seats as well.

"So, what are your names, sorcerer? And yours, peasants?" She motioned towards the others.

"Steven Strange, Sorcerer Supreme and Keeper of the New York Sanctum. And these are Dr. Simmons, Dr. Watson and Logan. And you are?"

"Queen Regina. Usually I would make you bow but I have a good day today so I might be gentle. Anyway, what is this ... New York?"