Title: I, You, We
Rating: PG13 for strong talk and slashy thoughts
Author's Notes: I saw Daniel Craig in the News. Remember him from 'Munich' and 'Tomb Raider', yummy. And I would have loved to see him in 'Goldeneye' instead of Pierce Brosnan, sigh
I
Evil. I am evil.
A bad guy.
A killer.
I am your worst enemy.
I was 006.
Now, I am just I. Alec Trevelyan.
If I want to I can make your life a living hell. I'll just have to pull out my gun and shoot you. And if I shoot you it will be right between your eyes. I want to look in your eyes when you die. To make sure you are really dead. Stay dead. Never come back.
For too long you have been my enemy. For too long you stood on the wrong side.
It is not my side.
Once, we were friends. Such a long time ago. I shared everything with you. Absolutely everything… to the victor go the spoils!
No more. No longer anymore.
Remember James, I was always better.
And I will miss you when you are gone…
You
Good.
Such a good man.
A hero.
You are my worst enemy.
You are 007.
James Bond. Always the same old story.
You made my life a living hell. You were always there, in my way. Taking away what I wanted to have. Saving whomever I tried to kill. Loving whom I should have loved.
One fine day you will be dead at my feet. Handsome in a rugged way, thin and strong. But dead.
You will die with a bullet between you eyes. Your beautiful blue eyes. And you will never look at me like that again.
You were my friend. You and I shared everything. Body, mind and soul.
Never again. Not a minute longer.
I remember James. You were always better.
And I will miss you when you are gone…
We
Good. Evil.
A perfect match.
We belonged together, you and I.
We loved each other. Gently, tender and honestly.
Deep down in our souls.
And we hated each other. Fiercely, a raw savage emotion, desperately.
From the bottom of our hearts.
But we always came back.
You to me.
I to you.
Wounded. Bleeding. Hurt. Like a tortured animal, unwilling to see the fact that the love wasn't worth the pain. Or was it?
What if we'd just accepted what we felt for each other?
Would you still be in my arms?
Would I still want to kiss you like I did before?
Would we still love each other?
No. Enough. Never again.
You turned against me and for that you will die.
I will kill you, it is too late. I can't go back now.
We will see each other on the other side. The ferryman will bring me back to you.
See you in hell, James.