A/N: Hello my dear readers!

This is the 50th stories of out dear Doctor Strange. I can't believe it went so far with around 30.2 views! It's amazing! Thank you guys!

Here is a one shot requested by IcyAngelWolf where the reader in Sherlock universe ends up in Doctor Strange world. 

Hope you enjoy! It is quite long. ( 3002 words)

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And if you want request about Sherlock too, I can try.

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You looked at John's blog, a smile reaching your lips each times the deductions of Sherlock left people blinking and wondering « What the hell did he know that? ».

Even if you were mostly present during the cases, you liked to see the point of view through his stories and his perception of the world. It was quite interesting, but Sherlock just said it was boring, especially with the titles of the stories. John had definitely more inspiration than Sherlock in this field.

You had taken the seat of Sherlock when he was out, drinking a nice cup of tea and reading on your laptop. Lost in thoughts you jumped in surprise when Sherlock burst out in the room yelling :

« We have a case get your butt out of MY seat, Y/N ! » and went straight to his room under your wide opened eyes.

You sighed and closed your laptop, putting in on the mini table. You grabbed your coat and got downstairs where you find John, waiting.

« Good morning, John ! » you happily said, hugging your friend.

He hugged you back and announced.

« Hello to you too, you're in a good mood toady. Hope you'll enlighten the one of Sherlock. »

He shook his head, sighing. You smiled warmly at him.

« Well, I'll just be myself. »

You didn't hear the heavy step joined the both of you.

« That's all we need, Y/N » Sherlock whispered in your ear, making you shiver when you felt his warm breath tickled your neck. You looked at him, diving in his blue-grey storming eyes, observing his features like his sharp cheekbones you would love to kiss, and his curly ebony hair you would love to pass hand in it to see I it is as soft as it seems to be. You blushed and opened the door.

« Now, the game is on! » Sherlock shouted, after your eyes locked with each other, a small smirk playing on his lips.

He passed in front of you and took a cab.

*At the crime scene*

Seeing dead bodies was a harsh task to handle but you had learned to see beyond with this fatal state. Cry them wasn't going to help anyone but to understand how and why they were dead was your job. You looked at the corpse, noticing the whole in the chest of the victim. John kneeled next and tried to deduce how the victim died while Sherlock frowned, his blue eyes glowing as if a thousand stars were remaining in it, waiting to shine.

« Female. The thirties died from a bullet shot through the heart by a sniper. The shot is sharp and precise. It mays be from a mercenary. Sherlock ? » asked John while his best friend paced back and forth under an astonished Lestrade.

« Mmh, I need more information. Y/N, look around the perimeter, they might be a clue hidden in plain sight » Sherlock said, dismissing you.

You nodded and walked towards the closest back alley. Garbage and bins were stuck to the walls and a black cat ran away when it saw you, clearly afraid of something, when you noticed its tousled fur. You narrowed your eyes to see something glow in an orange aura as if a fiery whip was making a circle and you stepped closer until you were meters apart from the bright circle.

« What is it? It's looked like a door in an oval form.» you thought, curiosity took a grasp upon instinct and you moved even closer until a horn made you turned around. You shrieked, your heart pounding furiously in your chest.

« God, why people can't drive carefully ? » you muttered, pushing behind your ear a strand of hair. Suddenly you saw a dark silhouette coming out of a metal door, slapping wide open and getting out. The rifle on its shoulder, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you. Your eyes locked and you stepped back, unaware you were getting closer to the portal. The man immediately grabbed a gun in his holster and aimed at you, ready to stop your beating hearts for good. You didn't think twice, you turned around and jumped in the blazing circle, closing your eyes in the process.

« I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die , I'm gonna die» was the only thought echoing in your head.

Standing motionless, you waited for the pain to pierce your skin but nothing happened. You carefully opened your eyes to see you were not in the street anymore but in a temple ! Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open.

« Am I dreaming ? This can't be happening ? Is this the afterworld ? » you thought, looking around you.

The large room was silent, just the small smoke of a burning tea lingered in the air and you approached the set of tea, curious. The smell of green tea tickled your nostrils and you hummed in delight. You delicately grabbed the China cup after having served yourself some tea when you heard footsteps coming to your spot. A deep voice which sends shivers down your spine and made your belly butterflies broke the silence:

« Who are you ? »

You turned around, smiling warmly :

« Sherlock! You're never going to believe what happened to me! I... » your words stopped flying out of your lips when you saw it wasn't your friend standing in front of you.

Well, not exactly Sherlock.

He looks like him, exactly like a twin, however, the glimmer of his eyes was different from Sherlock's.

He was wearing a tight dark blue tunic, boots of the same colour and a very energetic crimson cloak. You tilted your head to the side, astonished. You observed him, taking a step closer to his confused air. It was quite rare to see an air of confusion on Sherlock, because he was the one who knows everything ( except the solar system). His sharp cheekbones glistened with the sun rays, which were enlighted by his beard. His tousled hair was sliced back and two white strands caught your eyes. He was quite handsome dressed like a magician and you had to confess that this outfit suits him very very good. You blinked a few times before speaking:

« You're Sherlock ! »

He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest .

« No, I'm not. Who are you ? »

You walked around him, examining his outfit.

« Are we on a case ? Is it a new battle suit ? Does it involve to dress like a superhero for a comic con ? I can wear the Black Widow outfit if you want.»

The stranger smirked at you, clearly imagining you in the suit, curving you perfectly.

« I wouldn't mind. Now, answer me : Who are you ? »

You stood in front of him, puzzled by his insistence.

« It's me, Y/N, don't you recognise me ? »

He looked at you for a while and you thought he was probably deducing you, like usual.

« No. I'm Doctor Strange. Doctor Stephen Strange. Nice to meet you Y/N. Now that the introductions are made, would you be kind enough to tell me how did you get here ? I cast few protection spells on the sanctum. »

You stepped back, your mind racing to be rational. « Did he really said spells ? » you thought. Impatient, he asked more intensively.

« Y/N. Answer the question. »

« At least, he 's not THAT different than Sherlock. He isn't a patient man », you pondered.

« I was in an alley, looking for clues near the crime scene when I saw a big circle with sort of flames. I walked forward of the thing until I heard a metal being slapped open to let the killer stepped out of it. However, he saw me and was going to shoot me with a gun but I stepped back and crossed the circle to land here. As soon as I stepped in, the « thing » disappeared. » you related, unsure of what to do next.

« A portal. In a different dimension. Fascinating.» he muttered, pacing back and forth, his cloak balancing swiftly behind him. He frowned, clearly thinking and you recognised the air Sherlock wears when he was stuck on a case. He stopped suddenly, his blue eyes fixed on you.

« Where do you think we are ? »

« Um. I was in London, but there is no sanctum in London . Believe me, I would know if there was. I know my city by heart. »

He nodded.

« I might know what happened to you. Sit down » he said in a harsh tone.

You furrowed. You didn't like his tone, not at all.

« What is the magic word ? » you snapped back, showing you didn't like his standing.

He just smirked at you, again.

« Sit down. » he repeated.

You snorted, not willing to let yourself control by him.

« Sherlock, you can't... »

He cut you off.

« I'm not your Sherlock. My name is Stephen Strange, don't you listen ? »

He stepped closer to you, his tallness hovering you but you didn't move, not afraid at all. Sherlock had probably tried every possible way to scare you which sometimes turned into pranks, especially the day he decided to test your shampoo and you ended with blue hair. And you don't mention the pills in your tea, the missing clothes or the day he discovered the password to your computer and changed everything in it.

You sighed. Anger wasn't going to help. So you explained to him :

« I did. It's just you look like exactly Sherlock Holmes, except he has tousled hair, is shaved and wears something normal like a purple shirt and black pants. He is a famous consultant detective in London. He taught some things to know when someone lies but I tried to read you and what you said is the truth. However, this is impossible you are not Sherlock You look like him ! » you shouted, completely confused.

He put his hand on you, calming you down.

« I think I know why »

You looked at him longly, diving in the blueness of his eyes. He sat in front of the mini table, giving you a new cup of tea under your bewildered air until you sat down too, waiting for the answer you longed for.

Stephen took a sip and said :

« Let me explain who I am exactly and then you'll understand how you came here, okay ? »

You nodded and listened carefully his words, rooting in the new room you had created in your mind palace. He told you he was a sorcerer, the Sorcerer Supreme, that is to say the leader of the community. He controlled the magic called the Mystic Arts, he could opened portals to go everywhere he wants and also to other dimensions. He finished by saying that he believed that maybe an artefact had sensed your danger and activated a portal, even if you were in a dimension different from the relic.

You nodded you head slowly, trying to process all these news completely opposed to your world. Magic didn't exist and here you were ! In the very heart of it !

« Do you know what relic could have done that ? »

He smiled genuinely at you.

« I think I do. Follow me. »

He stood up and walked toward a corridor and you followed him immediately. You stood next to him, walking in the same rhythm and too lost in your gaze, you didn't see the cloak of Stephen detached itself from his shoulders to land on yours, gently stroking your neck with the collar. However, the gentle touch frightened you and you screamed in fear, surprising Stephen. He put his hand on your shoulder, stabilising you to not run away.

« Easy, Y/N. The Cloak isn't going to hurt you. It's the reverse actually, it likes you. You're the first person the cloak accept to rest on., you know ? So, relax, okay ? » he said, calmly, rubbing his thumbs over your shoulder to relieve the stress. You took a deep breath, easing the pounding of your heart and waited a few seconds. The cloak wrapped its hems around you, stroking your cheeks and you smiled inconscienly at the gesture. You had closed your eyes to help you calm down and you didn't see the way the sorcerer was looking at you. You blushed at his heavy gaze once you opened your eyes.

« Stephen ? You stammered, embarrassed by the only inches separated you from each other. He leant closer, admiring your face.

« You love him, don't you ? Or should I say me ? »

Your cheeks reddened at his words and he grinned at you.

« He doesn't see what is right in front of his eyes, isn't it ? Pity, I would have taken you right here right now in every possible way. » he said seductively, his lips brushing your neck. Your heart was pounding like crazy in your chest, you were frozen and had no idea what to do. He was so what you wanted the man you love to be and at the same time so different. However, afterall, it was a new world with Doctor Stephen Strange, not Sherlock. So with a thread of braveness, you cupped his cheeks and kissed him. You showed the wild side inside of you, the one who craved for Sherlock but also for the one who looked just like him. Was it crazy ? Probably. Nevertheless, he kissed you back, fiercer than you and his hands found hips, holding you tighter. The Cloak seemed to sigh when its hems trembled and it left your shoulders to glide away in the corridor, leaving you alone with Stephen. The sorcerer deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth to dance with yours and you moaned. Your hand tangled in his hair, slightly pulling it away to make him groan ( which works) and you smiled in the kiss. When the both of you broke for air, you said:

« Yes, I do »

He smirked at you and took your hand, leading you to the Relic room. You were amazed by the wonders this place remains. Armours, weapons, some stuck in the glassy cage and others hanged to the wall. Stephen stopped to let you walk in the area, embracing the marvel residing in it.

All of sudden, a whistle tickled your ears, making you abruptly turned around to a muffled sound, a sound only you can hear. Stephen 's eyebrows frowned and looked at you, wondering what you were doing. You followed the trail of the sound, hypnotised by its melodious music.

« Probably violin » you thought trying to decypher the harmony.

You kept on walking until you reached a very peculiar artefact: ( Be warned my dear readers, I imagined the artefact for the needs of the one-shot) a little Pan flute conveyed in a silver neckless. You slowly grabbed it in your hands, the moment you made contact with it, the sound amplified, increased until reaching its climax and stopped, slowly glowing.

« It seems you had found it, Y/N. If I remember correctly, this is called the Silver Pan Flute. It is usually made of wood, but this one is made of metal and silver. If you breath in it, it'll open a portal to the world you wish to go in or give you help if you are in need. This is a powerful relic and it has chosen you. »

You listened carefully to Stephen's words, and then it clicked in your head.

« So I could go home ? » you asked enthusiastically.

Stephen's eyes darkened at your statement but he smiled at you.

« Yes, you can. »

He stepped closer to you, his gloved hands brushing your cheeks in a lovingly manner.

« Know that if you need me for anything, Play in the panpipe and I'll come. »

He softly pecked your lips, leaving the taste of his lips on yours and encouraged to breath in the instrument. You did as he told and a bright portal appeared int he middle of the room. You could see across the streets of London and a smile enlightens your face. On the other hand, you wanted to stay, discover this new world and its secrets but you weren't belonging to it.

Yet.

You glanced at Stephen, his cloak resting smoothly on his shoulders, his arms crossed over his chest, the statute of a hero and with a smile and forming the words « good bye » with your mouth you stepped in.

* Back to London*

The portal closed once you had crossed it and you turned your head to see the figure of Stephen disappeared in blazing sparks. You bit your lip and held the necklace in your head. You swiftly put it around your neck, the object laying under your clothes and right next to your heart. This experience had revealed you something: You had escaped death and met the doppelganger of Sherlock in another world. All this reminding you how life was short.

« Y/N ! » the detective shouted.

You ran in the direction of the voice and when you saw the tall man you didn't think twice. You followed your heart.

« Sherlock »

You jumped into his arms and wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing his face closer to you and kissed him.

John and Lestrade looked at each other in shock while you kissed and you slowly felt Sherlock responded to you.

All you knew now, was that it was the beginning of something new and absolutely not boring !

A/N: So did you like it? Would you like a meeting between reader, Sherlock and Stephen?