Doctor Strange OneShots

No End In Sight

This is the next part to my first story Eye Of The Beholder, where a few people told me that it should become a whole story. Thanks for the inspiration, after all this time!
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My fingers brushed against the walls of the hallways I have walked through a hundred times. When I am alone, these walls are the only things keeping me from losing my way. One of the few things to guide me.

The other being Stephen Strange, of course. My master, lifting me up to see my true potential. See, I chuckle grimly, how ironic.

I have been learning at Kamar-Taj for almost 3 months now, and while my power and knowledge of the mystic arts grows, my eyes remain unseeing. The word frustrated doesn't even begin to describe how I feel, and Stephen sees that clear as day.

"Ah, there you are." His low voice says from somewhere behind me. Speak of the devil. I hear his footsteps come closer to me, and feel his hand come to rest on my shoulder.

"I didn't see you this morning?" He said, his tone questioning but not pushing for an answer. "I didn't see you either" I replied, shooting a smirk to where I believe he stood. He is silent, and I know my eyes must not show the same emotions that I try and put on.

He lets out a small sigh. "I am sorry. But, you must give it time, no one heals overnight." He said, squeezing my shoulder before letting go. I scoffed, admittedly acting more harsh than I intended. It's not his fault. "3 months is hardly overnight." I shake my head.

Surprisingly, I feel his arms wrap around my shoulders and I am pressed to his firm, warm chest. He presses his mouth to the top of my head, not quite a kiss, but it feels... intimate.

I immediately wrap my arms around his torso, and can't help the tears that slip past my eyelids and down my cheeks. A sob must have escaped my lips because Stephen is whispering hushes and gentle praises and words of affection and encouragement.

"You are stronger than you know, you might not think it now, but you will. I will help you see that." He murmurs into my hair. I sniffle, and turn my head to the side so he may hear me better. "Why do you have such faith in me? You could have taken on any apprentice, why me? Surely having someone who can see would make a better student."

He chuckles, and wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb before lifting my chin. "Because you're the only person I would like to teach. I wouldn't have it any other way, blind or not."

I smile at that, and lean into his hand for a few moments. "What time is it?" I ask. I could feel my stomach churn with hunger, and I remember I did not eat breakfast.

"Almost 12. You want to get lunch?" He replied, pulling away. I smiled wider, missing his touch but hey, food is food. "Definitely, I'm starving." His arm looped with mine as he began to lead me to presumably the direction of a meal.

After walking for what felt like 10 minutes we came to a stop. Stephen and I were no strangers to eating together, usually dining in his room. He learned quickly of my discomfort of large crowded areas, my reasoning being it would be too easy for me to lose my way.

I was correct as I heard him open a door with a low creak and guide me through. I fell onto his bed with a sigh. "What time did you go to bed last night?" He chuckles, and I hear him rummage around somewhere near where I was laying.

"You brought me to my room, you should know." I teased, and heard him scoff. "Alright sassy, you know what I meant. When did you go to sleep?" He seemed to find whatever he was looking for, as the sounds of his search came to an end. I felt the mattress dip where he sat down at the end of the bed.