Summary: Stephen and Mordo go to a bar to get a drink, meeting a girl that stood out from everyone.

Request: Someone did request it but I can't find who did. Please do tell me to tag you in the chapter.

A/N: Hope you enjoy the chapter :3

-Purple Trekkie 

"You could use a drink every now and then Mordo" Stephen commented as he pushed open the door leading to a bar, getting immediately hit by quite peculiar but recognizable scents.

Alcohol (obviously), drugs, sweat and what he could catch on with maybe a hundred gallons of intoxicating perfume. He still didn't quite get women's need to use so much perfume. They could perfectly get a date with just your own personality, or so he thought so.

The mixture of smells wasn't pleasant but he was already used to it. Mordo though, was busy trying not to faint from how overwhelmed he was. Clutching on to his stomach, he slid on the stool next to Strange, scrunching up his nose as he tried all in his willpower not to vomit his lunch.

"Jesus Sherlock, why do you have to bring me to the worst places. You don't usually drink." Mordo Watson ran a hand through his blonde hair. Stephen Holmes placed his hands under his chin in praying position. 

"Elementary my dear Watson." Sherlock pulled off his scarf, getting his magnifying glass out to narrow all the six possible ideas he had in mind about the case.

"If you dare to take me here in my birthday you pompous bastard, I swear I will-"

Wait... That's not right. 

Oops my bad hehe. Sorry Stephen and Mordo, I mixed up a bit. *Pushes them in dresser room, everyone in the bar that was drinking relaxing as the director called a cut*

"Okay everyone! Good call! Everyone make sure to act natural for this scene okay? (Y/N), focus on lowering your gaze okay. God dammit Benedict just take that coat off and dress up as Stephen Strange!"

The author rubbed her temples in irritation and waited for both of them to walk out. "Sorry Martin, you are in the wrong set, I'll call you when I finally get my arse working on the new Sherlock fanfic I promised ages ago. No problem bud."

The author sipped from her coffee and discretely checked out Benedict as he proceeded to take his shirt off behind the dressing pannel.

"Um excuse me author *Name beeped out for reasons* We can't afford to take longer. BBC is sending another series in recording at ten Pm."

Author nodded and sighed. "I know. I know. The guy with with the crazy hair and the blue box that disappears and appears there. Just get your arse working before I throw you to a lava pit. Also, tell Benedict he has to be early in set tomorrow for the recording of certain dragon together with Martin. OKAY EVERYONE. Get in positions! Recording in THREE, TWO, ONE."

Author looks at the camera before saying action. "Sorry readers! Pretend you didn't see anything of what happened now. ACTION!"

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The Sorcerer Supreme took a sip of his whiskey, closing his eyes as he relished the strong taste of the alcoholic beverage. Mordo had barely touched his as he was fidgeting with his ring. His gaze was distant, almost as if remembering something.

But Stephen realized his gaze wasn't really lost. He was staring directly at a woman, maybe around their age. She was wearing a smooth lavander dress that reached her knees, accentuating her figure in the right places. The suitcase situated besides her told him she had just gotten off work.

But she seemed off... almost as if she didn't belong there.

"What do you think Strange? Doesn't she look a bit odd?" Mordo confirmed his doubts, watching as she eyed her drink almost in a frightened way.

"Why don't we scoot over and try talk to her? Maybe she is just having a hard time." He slid off his seat and took his drink with him as he made his way towards her. Seeing Mordo was still planted on the stool, he went back and dragged him by the collar of his shirt.

"Come on Mordo." He urged, pushing his way through the crowd of dancing people, obviously under a drunken state as they swayed side to side unvevenly, some even stumbling on their own feet.

"Greetings ma'am. Mind if we sit here?" He dared to ask, keeping a straight face as she jumped with panic, her alert eyes meeting his and widening as she also saw Mordo sitting down besides him.

Both men stayed quiet, seeing her take a shaky sip of her drink, her breathing uneven as she tried not to spill the dark liquid.

"I am definitely going nuts!" She laid her head on her hands and shook her head repeatedly. Both men exchanged a glance as they furrowed their eyebrows. "What do you mean you are going nuts? What happened?"Stephen leaned closer to the table, making sure he made the mysterious woman know that he meant seriousness.

Wiping the tears off her face with her hands, she tried to gather her thoughts, shifting a bit on her seat. "You wouldn't believe me... No one does. First my workplace apparently never existed and now apparently there are Avengers, Norse Gods and supernatural beings too!"

She looked up at them, frowning as she slumped on her seat, downing her glass in the matter of seconds. Stephen could see she had a harsh day, and it wasn't getting better apparently.

"Why aren't you running away? Why aren't you telling me to go to a god damn asylum for thinking all this is not real?"

They still said no words, both pondering on what it could be. This has never happened before so they weren't sure of what to do.

The woman stared at them for a couple of seconds before sighing and moving over to stand up, grabbing her bag in the process as she threw some dollars on the table. "Don't worry about it. Sorry for scaring you with my craziness"

She moved over to stand up, stopping as Mordo set a hand on her shoulder, finally saying something. "How do you know about Norse Gods and the Avengers ma'am?" He questioned calmly, watching her sitting back as she ran both hands through her already mess of hair.

"Well... Back from where I am, or at least I think I am still here... There is this popular set of movies of the superhero team the Avengers." She paused, trying to see what their reaction was. Seeing them still waiting for her to continue, she cleared her throat.

"And apparently I am now talking with Doctor Strange and Mordo... It's crazy. I have lived here my entire life and never have I seen the Avengers Tower." Both of their mouths dropped open. "How do you know about us?" They both asked in sync.

"I saw the movie. Great effects by the way. I think your story is quite fantastic Doctor." Stephen's mouth opened wide even more as he grinned at Mordo. "Finally someone who calls me Doctor and not Master"

Mordo nudged him on the ribs, returning his attention back to her. "Okay... So you mean to say that where you come from there is no such thing as the Avengers or sorcerers?" Receiving a nod for response, he leaned over. "Could you tell us exactly what happened before you appeared here? Theoretically speaking that you are not anymore where you used to be."

She nodded, glad someone finally heard her problems and maybe just maybe did believe her. Ordering a second drink, she swallowed thickly.

"I was just getting off work. I am supervisor of the technician area. I was the only one leaving as it was late. I clocked out, gathered my stuff and went on to hail a taxi. Like any normal and boring day of my uninteresting life. I always took third Avenue to avoid the traffic. I was waiting on the sidewalk when someone grabbed me from behind. At first I thought he was a mugger, but he didn't steal anything from me. He seemed to be waiting for something to happen. And all of the sudden I blacked out and woke up on a bench, right out side the Avengers Tower." She paused, thanking the waitress who eyed Stephen for a moment before walking off.

"I didn't think much of the Tower as there would sometimes be these events where they decorated a building like that. So I took a taxi and gave them the address to my appartment. When I got there..." She stared at her trembling hands, setting them down on her lap as she laughed shakily.

"The building was gone. In its place was a completely different house. I rechecked the address with the driver who confirmed it was the right place..."

Seeing her so scared and lost, Strange did the only thing he thought would comfort a woman without seeming like he was a pervert. He took her hands on his and stared at her. "It's alright. You don't have to continue."

She shook her head, her shaking decreasing considerably. She felt it was the only grasp of reality she had in the moment, assuring her that all of that was real. That she wasn't having a bad dream or she was just imagining things.

"It's okay." She nodded, sniffing as she took a deep breath. "I want to finish with it." Stephen's gaze lingered on her before looking over to Mordo who was listening intently.

"So... I tried calling my sister, my mum, dad, even my neighbor. Phone notified me the numbers didn't exist. I tried reporting it to the phone company, giving them my name only to be told the person didn't exist... And here I am now... Sitting here and talking with sorcerers."

She became quiet, watching the ice cubes of her drink slowly shrink, cooling the drink little by little. "What am I going to do now?" She asked hopelessly, sighing as she let go of his hands and took a big sip of her drink.

Mordo looked more lost than before, shaking his head slowly as she slowly looked at Stephen. "Do you think maybe..." He pulled him closer and whispered to him, making sure she didn't listen. "Do you think she travelled to another dimension? I mean, she had family, a job and apparently we were fictional characters. Someone definitely caused a huge breakment in the laws of time and space. We don't know for sure if she is the only one."

Stephen went over the options, nodding after a moment. "But what do we do? She has no home and she can't really go around with apparently a nonexistent ID." Mordo downed his drink and stood up, motioning for the both to follow. 

Stephen offered her a hand to take which she did, trusting both of them since they were quite accepting of what had happened to her. "As you said you don't have a place to stay so we are taking you with us for the moment." Mordo declared to which she nodded approvingly.

"Sounds like a plan" For the first time her day seemed to be making sense and maybe she wasn't crazy after all. 

"What's your name by the way?" Stephen asked curiously, guiding her to the exit. She opened her mouth to answer, turning her head sharply to look behind her as she heard something she thought she never would.

"(Y/N)! Help me!" A voice pleaded from in between the crowd. Her eyes dawned in realization, immediately recognizing who it was.

"Amelia!" She called back, starting to make her way to only fall to her knees as the ground shook beneath them, people screaming as they tried to understand what was going on.

What a day to be alive.