A/N: For starters, I just enjoy this kind of stories. I might have written too many, but, oh well, I just like them. Also, it was said that Strange spent a year in training, so the timeline will go from there.

Father Supreme:

Summary: Stephen was freaking out, Christine sighed, Wong found it all amusing, Cloak was in love with the baby and the said baby was hungry. He was Sorcerer Supreme, he didn't like children and he was not going to take care of a baby, was he?

Stephen took a deep breath before dialing Christine's phone number. While he waited for her to answer, he looked down at the monstrosity that sat on his couch. From his medical experience, he would say it was around seven to nine months old. It burped and a trail of saliva travelled down its face and giggled and spoke nonsense.

God, what an awful sight.

"Hello?"

"Christine?"

"Stephen? What's wrong? You sound scared and tired."

"Because I am. I need you to come here quickly. It's urgent."

"Alright! Don't panic, I'll be there in half an hour." She hung up. Stephen sighed and threw his phone to the near table.

Cloak levitated towards the monstrous creature and poked it. It burst out laughing and Cloak found it adorable. She looked up at her master as she patted the creature's head. She approved. 'We must keep the horrendous creature.' She was made of cloth, she could not speak, but masters and relics shared a bond that allowed them to communicate mentally.

Stephen glared. "Nope, I'm not keeping it."

'But you must! You sired the creature, it is your duty!' Cloak mentally yelled, she was not going to take a no for an answer.

"No, no, no. How do we even know it's mine?" He exclaimed. "That's why I called Christine, I want her to take our DNAs and make sure a test is made."

If Cloak had eyes, she would have glared. 'And if the creature is not yours, what then? The mother left it in front of your doorstep, right in the middle of a cold winter night! You cannot be so heartless!'

"I'm not heartless, I'll give it up to the orphanage or to someone who really wants this…" He glanced at the creature. "…thing."

'You cannot be serious, master.'

"I am. Watch me."

Cloak just stared at him for a while. 'You know very well this decision will come back to haunt you in the future.'

Stephen, for a moment, seemed to think about it. He shook his head. "Maybe Christine will have it, she always wanted to be a mother."

'Your significant other will obligate you to keep it at all costs for sure.'

Stephen looked at Cloak. "Christine's not my significant other!"

Cloak had enough. She knew her master was scared. And she would knock some sense into him. So, without a second thought, she slapped him.

"Hey!" Stephen said as he raise a trembling hand towards his cheek. He hoped it was not turning red.

'I guess it didn't work. Master, listen to my advice as a relic. This creature will not be better protected against anyone other than with you. And word will spread, that's for sure. Even if you did not sired the creature, enemies will come for her because of the contact with you. They might believe you're still related to her someway.'

Stephen sighed and face palmed. "So either way, I will have to keep an eye on it. Great. Just great."

'On the bright side, it seems it has taken a liking to you.'

Stephen was about to snap at Cloak when Christine walked into the room with first aid kit at hand. "Stephen, what happened?"

Stephen pointed at the creature. "That happened."

Christine found herself looking down at a small baby girl with a mop of black hair and blue eyes dressed in an old and dirty blue onesie. 'If that baby is not Stephen's, I'll be damned…' She looked up at Stephen. "You're keeping her, right?"

'Told you' Cloak said as she strapped herself back into Stephen's shoulders.

"Arg! Cloak was just talking to me about it, let's make a deal. I want you to take some hair samples and make sure the hospital makes some tests. If it's mine… I'll keep it. If not, out it goes."

"It's a human being, not a thing." Christine sat beside the baby. "Did you checked her for any injuries?"

Stephen sighed. "No, I haven't. I guess I panicked a little bit. Besides, she arrived here like an hour ago!"

Christine carefully inspected the baby. "She seems healthy enough, but…" She picked her up and tested her weight. "She doesn't feel heavy enough for her age. I think she's underfed. How did she end up with you, the cult leader?"

"For the last time, it's not a cult."

Heavy snow was expected tonight and all Stephen Strange was willing to do was sit beside the cozy fire with a good book at hand and a hot chocolate mug on the other while Cloak lazily laid beside him. The silence was cut short when someone frantically knocked on the door. Cloak instantly fell upon Stephen's shoulders as he approached the front door. He prepared his magic and opened the door. There was no one there.

A small whimper was what brought his attention to the floor. There sat a teary baby with snow on her hair and her features red from the cold. She shivered and cried.

Stephen picked it up and checked if it wasn't some kind of illusion. He noticed the baby had a sticky note attached to her only source of warmth.

BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU, YOU BASTARD.
DON'T TRY TO FIND ME. I DON'T WANT IT.
DEFINETLY YOURS.

-SAM

Yeah, he remembered someone named Sam. It was before he got into his accident a year and a half ago. And he was drunk.

"What the hell…?"

Then again, there were many girls out there named Sam. Surely, this was one big coincidence.

Christine stared at Stephen as he finished his story. "Nope, Stephen. This kid is definitely yours. I mean look at her!"

Stephen looked at the baby and he knew she looked like him. That's what scared him the most, it was just further proof that she might be his.

"You know what? Here, hold her. I'll go to the supermarket on the other street, see if they have some food for her for the time being. When I get back, I'll get some hair samples. I'll do it just to confirm she's yours." She picked her bag. "I'll be right back." And left.

Stephen stared down at the baby and held it up at arm's length. She was still drooling and mindlessly stared at him. "You're disgusting." He said. "And you're not even mine."

The baby stared, her eyes teared up and her lip curled.

"Don't you dare."

'Master, I think you are not being so kind with the small human.' Cloak said. 'I approve of her…'

"I didn't ask for your opinion." Stephen snapped.

'And I didn't tell you to get drunk and mate with some other female human.' Cloak detached herself from his shoulders. 'I personally would have preferred it was your fellow doctor; she's a perfect candidate.'

"Cloak!"

The baby had stopped crying upon witnessing the argument between master and relic.

'…If you didn't want to be in this predicament, you should have ignored your human nature.'

"For the last time, I was drunk! And she's not mine!"

"What's not yours?"

Stephen and Cloak looked towards Wong, who arrived by portal and placed some books over a table. He raised an eyebrow; that was a shocked as he could look.

"I see…"

"Listen, Wong, it's not-"

"Yours?" He shook his head. "Strange, even Dormmamu could see it's yours. What are you so afraid of? A child? Please… She's so terrifying…" He rolled his eyes.

"I never asked for children."

Wong shrugged. "Not my problem. I just came to deliver these books. And I also want you to know that I'm not a babysitter. Just in case." Wong said as he stepped through a portal and left.

Stephen placed the baby back on the couch and ran his hand through his hair. "Think, Stephen. What are you going to do?"

'What about keeping the creature?'

Stephen glared at Cloak. "I won't-"

'Master, at least give her a chance, any fault here is not hers to carry. What are you scared of?'

Stephen sighed and closed his eyes. He shook his head. "Fine. I'll keep the dreadful thing. For now. But if she's not mine-"

'You'll keep her, I'm sure.' Cloak said.

"I hate you."

'You love me very much.'

A/N: I hope the characters stayed 'in character' on this fic. I'm still thinking baby names. Any suggestions? Review.