The White Phoenix 12: A Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness Fanfiction

Chapter 5: Another World

The next few minutes were a blur. 

And I must have passed out because I was soon being shaken awake by someone. I peeled my eyes open to see Stephen and America leaning over me. I sat up hurriedly, my world spinning, and I grabbed onto Stephen's arm for support. When I had regained my bearings, I looked around. 

'This isn't our world... where are we?' The three of us stood. 

'Surprised you didn't puke,' America said. 'Either of you.' 

'That's not my first weird trip, kid. So... this is New York in the multiverse-' Midway through his sentence, he ran over to a pot to vomit, while America and I looked on with expressions of disgust. 

'There it is,' I chimed in. He stood, wiping his mouth. 

'Crap,' he said. The cloak he was wearing tapped his cheek. 'Cut it out,' he said, and pulling off the cloak, he looked at the back of it, where there was a big hole showing. 'Yeah. You got pretty dinged up,' he muttered, looking at the cloak. 'We'll get you fixed.' He put the cloak back on, turning to America. 

'All right, America. You've gotta open a portal to get us back there right now.' 

'I don't know how,' she said. 

'You just did it,' I said, leaning against a wall. 

'Not on purpose,' she shot back. 

'Wong is back there alone with Wanda and I'm the only hope he has,' Stephen said. 

'I can't control my powers...' 

'You must be able to control it somehow,' he exclaimed in a more frustrated tone. 'Even I could -' 

'Stephen,' I said in a warning tone. He relaxed. 

'Sorry,' he said. I turned to her. 

'What about this universe's version of you?' I asked her. 'Maybe she can control her powers.' 

'This universe doesn't have a me,' she said quietly. 

'What?' Stephen asked. 

'None of them do.' 

'But how do you know that?' he asked. 

'Because I've looked. And... because I never dream.' 

'It's okay, kid,' he replied softly. 'Even if you could get me back there, I have no way of finding Wanda.' 

'What about the Book of Vishanti?' 

'What about it?' 

'Other you thought it could stop whoever was after me.' 

'Yeah, well, good for other me,' he replied. 'He's not here, is he? I don't know where it is. So unless there's another other me...' 

'We need to go find -' America began to say.  

'Another 'other' me,' he finished for her. 

After a rather 'uneventful' stroll through New York City, we came upon what seemed to be this universe's version of the Sanctum Sanctorum, with a large statue of what looked like Stephen Strange outside of the building. We looked at the plaque. 

'Gave his life defeating Thanos?' America asked. 

'Yeah. See, we're not all bad.' 

'If other you is dead... who's Master of the Sanctum?' I asked. The doors opened, and someone stepped out.