The Sorcerer's Apprentice {Stephen Strange}

Six

I Saw The Light by Todd Rundgren

Emerson got bored of sitting on the bed for hours, waiting to see the doctor. She knows Wong said not to touch anything but he didn't say she couldn't look. Earlier she left the room to snoop around and see what was in this building. Unfortunately, she cannot make her way up the tall stairs with her wheelchair and there doesn't seem to be an elevator. She keeps strolling along, noticing an enormous bookshelf. She traces her finger over the wood, her finger getting a thick coat of dust. The sergeant pulls one of the books out and slowly opens it, feeling its spine crack in her hands. These books haven't been touched in ages and they've probably never even been read. She quickly places the book back, not wanting to get caught touching things. Emerson pushes herself towards one of the abnormally large windows, wanting to see the night sky. The city has become dark with hints of luminescence coming from the stars and the streetlights. She locks her wheelchair in front of the window so it doesn't move and perches herself over the windowsill wanting to see more of the sky. She looks closely at the stars, trying to imagine shapes and figures in the sky. She manages to spot an elephant, a taco, and some sort of phallic-looking image. Em laughs at her absurdness before admiring the city in front of her. The streets are empty compared to during the day. There are cars parked on the road as there are no parking garages. Where she's from it is odd to not have a garage but here that seems normal.

Emerson sighs to herself as she is already starting to feel homesick. Normally at this time, she would be at the gym closing up after the fight club. She would be changing in the dressing room and ignoring anyone who tried to talk to her. After the incident though she'd currently be laying in bed, staring at the ceiling contemplating her life's choices. She would be thinking about her mom and how she would be so disappointed in her daughter. She'd be thinking of her dad and how he's going to die sometime soon, within the next ten months. She can tell time is creeping up on her and she'll only get to be with him for a little while longer. That's one of the reasons she wishes she were home right now; to spend their precious time together. She could be at home watching cheesy horror films with him, laughing at the main characters for acting stupid. They could be talking about the memories they made with mom and how they wish she could be with us. But instead, the sergeant's here at some weird building hoping to meet a Doctor that is four hours late. Who even knows what the doctor is going to tell her. He'll probably give her some advice and send her on her way after asking for a buttload of money. Maybe all he wants from her is some money and that's why she's here right now with an envelope full of cash.

"Sergeant Emerson Moore," she hears from behind her. She snaps out of her thoughts and turns her chair around to face the voice. Before her stands a slender, unbelievably tall man with a finely lined goatee. His cheekbones look sharp enough to cut anyone who touched his face. His hair is parted with sleek streaks of grey on both sides of his head. He wears a more intricate robe-like attire than Wong and it confuses her even more. The robe is a navy blue color with a belt wrapped around it and a cape covering his shoulders. He wears a glowing necklace in the shape of an eye and yellow gloves on his hands. She'd say he's considerably attractive but the outfit he's wearing really throws her off. "I'm Doctor Stephen Strange. Sorry I'm late," he reaches a gloved hand out for her to shake. She slowly raises her hand to return the gesture, still confused as ever.

The doctor, however, can't help but look down at her beautiful body confined to a bulky wheelchair. He suddenly feels a tad insecure next to this surprisingly strong woman with a confident look on her face. He quickly looks away from her, afraid of staring for too long. He'd hate to make her think he's staring at her due to her disability, but it's honestly because she's attractive. He shifts on his legs, trying to stand up straighter.

"Uh, it's fine," she replies with a monotone voice. He notices her staring and he clears his throat. She looks away from his outfit and back out the window. "And there's no need to call me sergeant," she smiles. She's not even in the military anymore yet people still address her so formally.