https://comicvine.gamespot.com/forums/fan-fic-8/the-writers-guild-presents-9-13-13-1496777/#8
https://comicvine.gamespot.com/forums/fan-fic-8/what-if-snippets-1-1500040/#15
https://comicvine.gamespot.com/forums/fan-fic-8/what-if-snippets-2-1922880/#3
https://comicvine.gamespot.com/forums/fan-fic-8/what-if-snippets-3-1922926/#3
https://comicvine.gamespot.com/forums/fan-fic-8/what-if-snippets-4-1923116/#5
**
“You’re nearly broke,” Marie Leahy said to Stephen Strange as he sat down. “Perhaps you SHOULD take up a job as a surgical consult, or even general practice, to provide some income because trips to Nepal, Tibet, Bhutan, aren’t cheap.”
“So, I still have some money,” Stephen smiled. “Will it get me to Norway?”
“Honestly Stephen,” Marie sighed as she pulled up a spread sheet. “Perhaps not acting like a surfer chasing an endless summer…”
“Marie, I’m trying to find a cure for my hands! Normal medicine has failed me, even alternative medicine has failed.”
“So, spelunking through mountains chasing rumours of mystical cities, ancient magicians and strange African herbs will do this?”
Stephen Strange sat back and exhaled; tired and frustrated. “Maybe…I don’t know.”
Marie looked at her long-time client. She’d watched him flitter away a fortune on these jaunts around the world to restore his hands after his car accident. She clicked around the screen. “Okay, your only asset in the world is the house at Bleecker Street and you owe more than its worth.”
“How?”
“The double mortgage for three-year sojourn in Latveria studying with those Romani gypsies that led you to that monastery in Tibet,” Marie reminded him. “Which got you locked up because on paper you look like a terrorist.”
“Free Tibet,” Stephen half joked, throwing up a salute.
“What’s in Norway? A fountain of youth?” Marie asked fiddling away with Stephen’s financial future.
“Aliens!”
Marie stared blankly at him. “I hope you’re joking.”
__
Stephen groggily got up. His head throbbed from the fall, honestly was lucky to be alive from a fall like that. “Donald? Don? Where are you?”
Stephen searched around for his travelling companion but there was nothing, and it dawned on him that he was trapped inside a cave. “Oh god no! NO!”
He began to panic, clawing at the mass of rocks and boulders that blocked his exit. “HELLO! DON! ANYONE! HELP! I’M HERE!”
Stephen’s fingers bled as he moved what he could be all that was getting through the mass of rocks and ice was beams of sunlight. He began looking around the cave for something when he saw stick lying on an ice shelf. “I could use that as a lever.”
Stephen jammed the stick under a large rock and pressed down. Nothing moved. “I need a bulldozer, not a twig!”
In frustration he smashed the stick against the wall and the cave erupted in light and energy.
(Dr Strange: Thunder God)
Log in to comment