The cabdriver

Alec tried to make a new start in New York by driving a taxi. At one night, a glittery and shiny client named Magnus Bane requested Alecs service, because he needed a ride through half of the States. What will happen during their journey?

Hey guys, it's me again

First I want to say thank you so much for all your lovely reviews and PMs so far. You are the best! I will update the other stories soon, promise, but this story was written because of a special reason and therefore I had to post it first ^^ So here it is, my newest multi-chapter story. Hope you like it and if you do, please leave a review, because you know that always makes me happy

It's M-rated for later lemon =^.^=

Notes: TMI is not mine, Malec is not mine and my english mistakes? Well they actual are :/

Chapter 1 - Prologue

Alec was very satisfied so far with his night shift and therefore he granted himself his usual small break at his favorite local diner. Bright smiling he sat at his normal seat and watched big raindrops flowting down the huge window next to him.

Rainy nights always meant lots of customers, because bad weather seemed to freak most people out, as if they thought, they were all out of sugar and would instantly melt down by one single raindrop. But why should he complain about that, because it's as simple as it sounds - their stupitidy paid his bills by driving them safety and more important in a dry way home. And the more the better. He desperately needed the money, his rent won't be paid by love and air. Well by love perhaps but that was definitely not an option for him...

The diner wasn't very cosy, but nevertheless, Alec liked the shabby spot. Not because of the fact that the place offered fantastic coffee or tasty food – well actually both were pretty disgusting- but the diner had its own charm. The reason he favoured this place was because of the fact, that it was a bit of the road and therefore rarely visited by drivethrough people and that meant a lesser chance to get recognize by any stranger who could coincidentally bump into him.

So here he was, at his personaly safety haven, while catching up some warmth in his break at 2:30 am between his long and exhausting ten hours-shift and drinking some nasty coffee – with no sugar, no milk, just as pitchblack as the night outside, because in Alecs opinion, coffee should taste like coffee and not as if a cow had jerked of in it or a candybar hat vomitted into it. Well actually this one didn't taste any better - this was water coloured with black paint, but that was a different matter and he didn't mind as long as he was left alone at his usual corner and the caffeine in this so called coffee kicked his tiredness away.

And normally he was kept alone. Since the last 4 month while he was doing this job and keeping up his visits at this special diner at the exact same time every night, there were only two situations he remembered, in which someone really recognized him and tried to talk or ask questions about him and his previous awful relationship, but that was ok. He could handle the few people by barking back at them that they should piss of because he was done with him and his whole Hollywood bullshit and that he won't talk about that time.

Alec wondered why his costumers never recognize his face, but in the end he was very relieved about that. Perhaps it was because his clients were mostly drunk or perhaps they didn't give a shit about the driver as long as he did his job proper. But again Alec didn't complain, because he needed this job badly. It was his only chance for a new start in New York again so far. Well Izzy and Jace, his siblings and only family he really cared for, had supported him as best as they both could during the first time of his returning from Los Angeles back to New York, but Alec was never a man who could stand the thought that he needed help, therefore he managed to be on his own feed as fast as he could.

His thoughts were interrupted by the soft voice of Sarah, the mid-aged waitress of the diner, asking Alec, if he wanted some more coffee. He nodded and she started to pour some steamy hot black water into his mug, leaving him instantly the next second, she'd finished her work, giving him the personal room he always needed, because she knew his story. Six weeks ago, in a weak moment of himself, he told her the whole mess and she respected his private space and never asked him again about that and for this, he loved that small old lady just a little bit more.

His gaze followed her movements while she went back behind the counter. The room looked like a total cliché, as if its origin was a 50's movie. And maybe Sarah was already serving at this diner in that century in the same soft pink waitress suit she wore today. She took her usual seat next to the bar and waited for her next client who wanted the first breakfast of this new day. Above her, a huge clock told Alec that his break time was already up and he had to get back to his cab, because his boss didn't accept someone who isn't due on time. It's important for this business to be punctual. If you didn't get a costumer on time to for example his flight, he perhaps could lose a lot and you didn't want that kind of trouble you would get for that...

Therefore he packed his few personal things together, grabbed the newspaper under his arm, took the car key and stood up. He left a five dollar note at the table, smiled at the waitress and went to the exit. As he opened the door, the freezing november wind smashed against his face. It was really a terrible weather outside and he packed himself deeply into his warm jacket trying to keep the cozy feeling of the diner around him. Under his black umbrella he rushed over the empty parking-lot towards his car and immediately entered it when he'd arrived. Inside, his first action was turning on the heat to maximum, because otherwise he would have freeze to death in this damn car and he instantly started to miss the warmth of the building behind him. While his body still was shanking like leaf to get a minimum of heat back, he fastened the seatbelt and switched on the radio.

"Hey Alec, you have a perfect timing as usual", a cracking voice was heard from the device, cutting through the silent of the car.

"Uhm, hi Mike… So tell me… what do you have for me?" Alec was desperately waiting for his next client. Time is money they say and it was true.

"A man in front of the club called Pandemonium wants a ride. But he didn't tell me his destination, so don't be mad if it's only two blocks or whatever."

"Well, hope not… Give me 10 minutes."

"Fine. Have a nice ride." The voice died out.

Alec always hated the idea driving to a complete stranger without the information of their target location. There were a lot of strange people out there and he hadn't the urge to meet one of them soon. But it was his job and therefore he gave it a try. Of course Mike always gave him the choice to decline a customer, if his guts would tell him otherwise. But at least he could look at the man and decide then, what to do. The Pandemonium was a huge club, so in front of it, he would be safe. By that Alec started the engine, turned on the lights and drove over the parking-lot towards the road which was directly leading him to Brooklyn

In the end he made it in eight minutes and proudly parked his car directly in front of the club. It was a place, Alec wouldn't normally go to. Not because of the fact, that the club was dedicated to gothic and dark rave music, actually he liked that stuff and he didn't mind people getting dressed like they directly came out of a fairy myth, but because of the fact, that there are just too many people around. Crowds always scared the hell out of him, so he tried to avoid them.

He climbed out of the car, opened his umbrella, so he could lead his client dryly towards the car, and looked up to the entry of the club. There was a long waiting line in front with lots of people wearing different coloured costumes with lots of leather, buckles, metal and spikes. Every single one a piece of art by themselves.

Alec got immediately curious how his costumer would look like. Did he prefer that look as well? He let his eyes scan the area for the person but he couldn't see someone waiting under the huge sort of ceiling, the club had hand up above the street because of the endless rain. It was always hard to find a person in a crowd without knowing his face.

Perhaps the man was waiting in the warmth of the inside of the club, because he thought that the cab wouldn't be on time thanks to the weather. Yes, that would be it and therefore Alec started to walk towards the entry to ask the bouncer for a waiting man, but in the next moment there was no need for that anymore, because at the same time, a tall Asian man with a small velvet red coloured trolley left the club and as he saw the cab, instantly moved toward Alec.

It was kind of strange to watch the man. He seemed as if he didn't give a damn about the rain or the weather. Didn't had an umbrella or a jacket and his cloth appeared to be very thin, extremely body fitted and shone in bright coloured. He was a blinking light in front of the black wearing gothic crowd. But through all of that he had a huge amount of grace. Alec wanted to come towards his way so that he didn't get wet, but the man just shook his head and kept his slow pace towards the taxi. As he came nearer Alec could detected that the stranger wore make-up – lots of it – and he got his black hair up in spikes with lots of glitter and were there rainbow coloured streaks in his hair? Somehow he seemed like an alien between the blackness of the other bodies. He watched every motion of him and it reminded Alec of an elegant cat movement. That thought suited his eyes, because he wore cat-eye-contacts as Alec could identify. And they had a deep yellow-green colour.

Ok, Alec didn't know why, but the man fascinated him right from the start and somehow he couldn't think of the fact that he could harm a single fly. So he definitely wanted to give him a ride.

He greeted him friendly, opened the backdoor and let the man enter the car. Alec closed the door, tucked the trolley in the trunk away and got into the frontseat.

He turned his body around so he could directly look at the man. Oh dear, he never had that before, the deep urge to check out a man like that, but the man in front of him definitely had that power. What was it, what this man had? Alec reminded himself to stay focused. Work – he should work not glare, he's not at a bar.

"So, uhm…. Where should I drive you?"

"Denver"

"Denver? As in… Pernnsylvania?"

"Denver, Colorado." he didn't just look handsome, his voice was as sweet as his look. Wait what was he thinking? He really got distracted.

"Color…. What?!" Alecs voice got an octave higher. What was the man talking about?

"…ado to finish you word. And yes."

"Uhm, that's… I don't know…. About 25 hours of sheer driving…"

"So?"

"So? Are you kidding me? It's a minimum two day ride – one way - and without traffic jam or other stuff like that."

"What's your point?"

"My point is never heard of a plane?"

"Well thank you, darling, I'm actually not from the Middle Age… planes just are not an option. So would you now be kind enough and start your engine? We have a long drive ahead."

"And now the funny camera came along and everybody is laughing, right?"

"Well, ok, look here is the deal. I will be paying for everything on the ride for both of us and of course your back drive as well. Will that help you to get driving now?" And by that he just closed his eyes as if he knew otherwise Alec would keep on prying. For him, the conversation was finished, simple as that.

Alec blinked twice in confusion. What the hell was wrong with that man? He's extremely beautiful but in the same amount he's definitely nuts in his brain as well? For a small amount of time, he still considered if this was a joke or not. But in the end he again decided to give it a try. That man had definitely some aura and he wanted to get behind that halo. And well, he had two days left for that to get behind the mask. And besides, if this was true and he didn't make a huge fool out of himself, he could make a lot of money through this. Yep, Alec could only win out of this. So why not? And if he would be the fool, well, he would have a story to tell towards his siblings.

So the decision was set and by that, he fastened his seatbelt, turned on the engine and the lights and headed towards the highway, but this time the direction was out of Brooklyn.

So guys, that's it so far. What do you think? Please let me now :-)