Stephen Strange and Rachael Barrow have been best friends since they were children. They've been through everything together: breakups, school, family deaths, you name it. They even share an apartment in New York City. Rachael is one of the most well-known actresses on Broadway who is always appreciative of her success and makes sure to thank her family and friends for getting her to where she is. Stephen, however, is the complete opposite. One of the best neurosurgeons in the world at the age of thirty-three, Stephen's interest with his patients begins and ends with their bill. His rapid success has made him arrogant and the only person who he doesn't wave his success over is Rachael. One night, Rachael gets a phone call from emergency services telling her that Stephen has been in a terrible car accident. He can't operate anymore due to the nerves in his hands being almost destroyed, making them shaky. Unable to accept the fact, he starts drinking to drown his sorrows. One night after a huge argument with Rachael, Stephen flees to the East to find the Ancient One, a sorcerer who may be able to cure him. There's just one problem: he didn't tell Rachael where he was going or even that he was leaving. Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Strange or any of the characters or objects affiliated with him. All rights go to MARVEL. Rachael Barrow belongs to me. A/N: This story was started four months before the movie was released. Once the movie is out, I will brush up on the details but I will not change much.