A/N: Hello my dear readers!

Here is te oneshot about the meeting between Stephen, reader and Sherlock. 

It's cute and fluffy. I Hope it makes you laugh.

Hope you enjoy.

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About the requests, I have around four to do, but it will take time. So be patient with me ^^

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You found the Ancient One in the living room, meditating in a yoga position. She had unveiled the secrets of dimensions to you and something quite particular was bothering you.

What about a parallel universe? What if you could open a portal and met your döppelganger in another form? It would be awesome!

So here you were, facing the Ancient One, a wave of patience running through your veins. You sat in front of her and waited.

An hour later, Stephen entered the room, looking for you.

« Ah, here you are Y/N. »

He was wearing his current outfit, with his crimson cape swinging behind him like a faithful puppy. The relic acted like a child and was very alike to Stephen even if he disagreed with you about this issue.

He sat next to you and waited. You could feel the gears of his mind be puzzled and tried to comprehend what was going on, how his eyes were sparkling and glancing at the master and then you. However, what you preferred was his white strands, or more generally his hair. You wish you could put your hand in it to see if it was as soft as it seems to be.

After a while, the Ancient One stopped her meditation and looked at the both of you; her transparent grey eyes set upon you, looking though your soul as if she was reading your thoughts and your deepest secrets made you shiver. Stephen seemed uncomfortable too because he shifted a bit before taking a cup of tea on the table next to him.

You cleared your throat to catch the attention of the master of the mystic dimensions and hopefully, it worked. She glanced at you, scolding you silently to interrupt her hour of silence but you didn't care. You were too excited, overjoyed about the question which was on the tip of your tongue.

« I need to ask you something, Ancient One, » you said, measuring your words, « It might sound a bit crazy but the idea just can't get out of my head. So is it possible that parallel universe exist? »

Stephen blinked at your question, clearly surprised while she simply smirked at you. She locked eyes with yours and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your heartbeat.

« It is indeed possible. I might know exactly who you should see to test that theory. Would you both like to try that? »

You looked at Stephen, grinning like a mad man. He sighed and slowly nodded his head. He couldn't let you leave alone in a strange world ( did you see what I made here ? XD), you were too important to him.

« Yes! Let's go, please! »

The Ancient One got up and raised her arm up. She whispered something you didn't hear and a bright blazing portal opened. You stood next to Stephen who grabbed your hand without thinking. You froze a moment. « What do I do, now ? » you thought, and you looked elsewhere to be met with the stare of the Sorceress Supreme, encouraging you with a movement of her head.

« Thank you ! » you said before crossing the portal and stepped in this new world. Stephen appeared behind you thirty seconds later, but you didn't notice. You were too fascinated by the world you had stepped in. You tilted your head to the side, wondering why you were in front of a black door with the golden figures« 221 B » written on it. The soft breath of Stephen tickled your neck when he whispered very slowly:

« Shall we? »

You shivered and nodded. You stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door. Soon, an old lady opened the door. She was wearing a purple flowery dress and her soft voice snapped you out of your gaze. She seemed vaguely familiar to you but you had no idea why. « Was it  an expression of déjà vu?

« May I help you? Are you here for Sherlock ? » she asked, a smile plastered on her face and enthusiasm piercing through her voice.

« Yes, we are » you stated, without thinking. Stephen didn't say a word, trying to avoid the intense gaze of the landlady. She let you entered in the flat, stepping away and shouting « Clients! »

« It's the first floor », she said and returned to her own apartment, giggling to herself and muttering about how much Stephen looked like Sherlock.

The first thing you heard was a gunshot and you froze, confused. Stephen, following close behind you leant on, his voice ghosting over your cheek « Ready ? ». You nodded, feeling his warmth wrapping you from his chest. What a pleasant feeling!

Pang. Pang. Pang.

« Should we knock ? » you thought, stopping in front of the closed door. However, Stephen didn't bother and just opened it, perfectly comfortable to step in a stranger's room. Or should I say his doppelganger's room?

The gunshot immediately stopped the moment we stepped in and a strange silence welcomed us. Two men were in the room, one in an armchair and a blond one with a cup of tea in his hand a newspaper in the other hand, his mouth was slightly opened and you realised that you were both in your temple's outfit which was quite flashy and with Stephen wearing a cape was not very discreet.

However, what strikes you was the reaction of the copycat of Stephen. He was a bit physically different with his tousled hair, his elfin pale cheekbones and his not well turned out figure. His deep grey storming eyes scanned the both of you and you recognised the same look Stephen had when he talked about the operations he thrived when he still had his hands. You smiled at him and the man frowned, unsure of why you had done that. You just met him and you smiled at him ? Strange.

The blond man cleared his throat, finally getting out of his trance.

« May we help you? »

Before you can say anything, the man in the chair got up, revealing under his night robe, a purple shirt and a pair of black pants and pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Stephen:

« Who are you? »

Nevertheless, something unexpected happened. The cloak lifted off Stephen's shoulders to jump on Sherlock who froze while John fainted on the floor.

You took the opportunity to quickly introduce yourself.

« For short, we are from another universe. I'm Y/N and this is Doctor Stephen Strange. For the Cloak don't worry, she likes you and probably is confused about why there is two identical 'you' »

Stephen approached the blond man on the floor, checking his pulse.

« He just fainted »

Sherlock shrugged it off.

« Yeah, at least he didn't punch you like he did when I came back from the dead. Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Sherlock Holmes, consultant detective and this is my room mate Doctor John Watson. »

You looked at Stephen coming closer to you. The Cloak landed swiftly on Sherlock 's shoulders who was now quite fascinating by the relic.

« What is this? How could it move? And most importantly, why do you look like me so much? I erased all the possibilities and only the impossible remains. So who are you exactly? »

Stephen approached Sherlock closer, facing him and stated:

« I am you in another universe and you are me in this world. I'm a master of the Mystic Arts as does Y/N. We come from a parallel universe. »

Sherlock rolled his eyes and fell on the chair, the collar of the cloak stroking his cheeks.

« Stop that, » he said and you laughed which made the both men to look at you.

« Oh, come on. He had the same reaction you had when the Cloak stroked your cheeks. He's like you! It annoys you as much as it annoys Sherlock»

The consultant locked eyes with yours while the Cloak flew back to Stephen and you blushed at his heavy gaze. « God, I hate when Stephen does that, but now a second one like him? Gah ! » you thought, looking away, and missing the smirk of Sherlock reaching his lips. Stephen stiffened at the exchange of glances.

Suddenly, a groan was heard and you turned your head to see Doctor Watson woke up. You knelt in front of him, helping him to stand up.

« Are you okay ? »you asked.

« Yeah, thank you... »

« Y/N. »

« Thank you, Y/N. What happened ? » he asked, dusting off his trousers.

« You fainted when you saw Stephen and Sherlock. It might sound a bit confusing but he is not the twin of Sherlock. We actually come from a parallel universe. We mean you no harm. »

John looked at you, with wide opened eyes and gulped.

« It's true, John, » the detective said, trying to ease the atmosphere , « now, would you like a cup of tea? I think we have a lot to discuss? »

« Sure, thanks' you answered while Stephen just nodded.

You sat on the couch, next to the sorcerer and looked at Stephen who seemed tensed. You put your hand on his arm.

« You're okay? »

He grunted in response. Even if you two were in a relationship, it wasn't easy every day. Sometimes, he would closed himself off the world for days. But who triggered him this time? You sighed and looked at John who questioned your world. You smiled at him and did the best you could to answer him.

« No offence, but the first time I saw you, I thought you were going to a Comic Con. » he stated, laughing.

« As long as I look good in it » you joked.

« You do look good, » a deep voice said and you raised your head up to see Sherlock, a set of tea in his hands. He put it on the table and served everyone.

Curious, you asked.

« So Sherlock, John told me you could deduce people. What is it exactly? »

He smirked at you, a glimmer of mischief shining in his blue eyes.

« Why don't I show you? »

You nodded. He scanned your body, analysing every possible clues of who you are until he concluded :

« You're a young girl looking for the truth in everything you see. Patient, calm and caring, you don't hesitate to stand up for the people you love, like Stephen. Do not worry your feelings are reciprocated, and I do agree with the choice of partner my doppelganger choose. Now, your parents are not in this world anymore, they were killed when you were fourtenn, .., no sixteen. According to the flicking of your eyes, you don't trust yourself, which you should and yet, here you are, fighting for your convictions. »

Your eyes widened gradually at the deduction of Sherlock, absolutely mesmerised by his words.

« Woah! That was amazing! »

Sherlock smirked.

« You're the second person who said that. John was the first. »

You tilted your head to the side:

« Are you two close? »

John cleared his throat, shaking his head:

« I am no gay! I'm married! »

Sherlock chuckled.

« I consider myself married to my work, but I could make an exception for you, Y/N »

You blushed, gasping. John was looking at Sherlock as if he had seen a ghost and Stephen was grinding his teeth, trying to contain himself from punching his alter ego. Stephen took your hand, intertwining his fingers possessively around yours:

« Unfortunately, she's already taken, Sherlock. »

The detective only smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief:

« It's good to know that I could have such a beautiful woman at my side, so you better take care of her. »

You watched in awe, the battle between the two men, assessing their love for you under your widened eyes. You blinked a few times, mesmerised by the British deep voice of Sherlock and the American accent of Stephen, it was quite a sight to see. You squeezed Stephen's hand who broke eye contact with Sherlock to look at you, admiring your features and he smiled warmly at you. It was crazy how easily you can broke his icy stone heart. Lost in the gaze of each other, Sherlock jumped on his chair, shouting :

« Mrs Hudson, tea for four please ! »

A pitch high voice responded:

« Fine for this time, Sherlock, but I'm not your housekeeper! »

He only shrugged and put his fingers under his chin, clearly pondering about something, pacing back and forth. The landlady carefully got up the stairs with a tray and the tea. She left as quickly as possible as she saw the state of Sherlock and said goodbye to us. I carefully took a sip of the tea, enjoying the taste on my tongue and I hummed in delight.

« Is it Earl Grey ? » you asked.

Sherlock, his eyes still closed, answered:

« Yes »

« It's good », taking another sip and finishing it quite quickly.

Silence lingered in the room, encompassing you in an awkward situation. « What now? Should we go ? » you thought, not wanting to extend your intrusion.

« Is everything okay ? « you asked, hesitantly.

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking right into your eyes, which made you blush.

« You have to stop look at me like that, Sherlock » you warned.

« Why, are you nervous? »

You didn't have time to answer when the sound of steps booming in the stairs echoed and someone burst out of the room.

« Brother dear, your help is needing for a national import... » he stammered when he saw Stephen, on the couch, « What kind of experiment do you require to wear this awful outfit, Sherlock? »

The baritone voice of Sherlock echoed behind the back of the man who spun around to see Sherlock smiling like a mad man. He stood motionless, looking from Sherlock to Stephen, multiple time, his face becoming paler in seconds and he left the room muttering « Two grown up Sherlock? I'm too old for this ».

« I like you, Stephen. You managed to scare away my brother without saying a word! You're always welcome in my home. You too Y/N.» he said happily

« Eh, thanks ? » you said out of the blues, confused.

« You don't like your brother, do you? » Stephen said, narrowing his eyes to the consultant detective.

« It's complicated. However, he left a file. Probably of national importance. » he snickered, snorting.

« It might be important. We going to leave. Thank you for the tea Sherlock, John » you said, getting up. Stephen followed suit.

« Wait, how did you get here? » Sherlock asked, raising up an eyebrow at the two of you.

You smirked.

« Why don't I show you ? « you smirked, using his previous words.

He smiled at your reference and stepped back. You raised your hand up, imagining the temple of Kamar-Taj, and making small circles. Gradually, a bright amber colour circle appeared in the middle of the room, opening its window on another world and you turned towards the detective. His eyes were wide opened, clearly trying to deduce how you did that.

« Magic is the answer, Sherlock. It was nice to meet you both, Sherlock, John, » you said, looking at them.

« Will you come back? » John asked, blinking at the portal.

You looked at Stephen who slowly nodded.

« If you want to, yes »

You turned to cross the portal when Sherlock asked:

« Do you have phones in your world? »

« Euh, yes. Why ? »

He grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote something hastily.

« Here, take this», shoving the paper in your tunic.

He stepped back and looked at you both crossed the portal, watching your smile disappear in another dimension.

*Back to the temple*

« Whoah! That was interesting ! » you said happily, looking at Stephen who grabbed your waist and pecked your lips lovingly.

« Just remember, you're mine, » he whispered in your ear, his hand gently taking the paper. When you noticed what he was doing, you said:

« Stephen, don't ! Give it back! »

He chuckled and kissed you again to stop you from talking. You soon melted into the kiss and snuggle in his arms.

« Love you too », you said, pure happiness running through your veins.

« But still, you're handsome with tousled hair too! »

« You're not going to see him again without me! »

You teased him:

« We'll see. »

A/N: So did you like it? Any thoughts?