Hello :)

i really hope you enjoy this story... its written from two Povs, Kilgrave and John (John Smith is an Charakter who is mentioned as charakter in the Tv Show 'Doctor Who' but nerver really charakterized there... so its not a real crossover ...)

I wrote Kilgrave... and a friend of mine John's parts. And we hope we can also fascinate you for these two characters and their story.

So lets start? A little bit feedback would be nice by the way, because it's for me the first time i translated one of my FFs into english... and my english is probably not the best. So don't be shy and give me/us feedback!

Xaka and Lucy

Kilgrave and John – Identity (Meta) Crisis

Short description:

Kevin Thompson and John Smith, two characters that could hardly be more different. A human with the ability to force control of others with only his voice and a half-human Time Lord. By a stroke of fate, they meet and both do not really know what to do with the other one.

They both came to this bar to forget, but the encounter and mutual hostility make them realize that no matter how different they are, they also carry very similar traits.

Somewhere in a distinguished hotel bar

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##### 1 Kilgrave

With an almost elegant sliding movement, a slender man pushed through the narrow entrance of a posh hotel. He was on his way to the hotel's own bar to round off the evening.

It had been exhausting today. A lot of people who had annoyed him terribly and he had to deal with. However, he always had his goal firmly in mind.

He really had earned himself a little break now. For even if he could get everything he wanted at any time, this life was by no means a request concert. Each word had to be chosen with clear precision so that it had the desired effect at the end and would not cause any accidents. This had not exactly made his youth easier for him. After all, he had just been a child and he had behaved impulsively and expressed himself accordingly.

But why was he thinking back to things that were lying in the past and had no direct influence on the present?

Jessica clearly did not do him any good, and the fact that he had ever met the woman in the first place was probably the best and worst thing that could have happened to him.

He still wanted her though. She was the woman who could give him what he wanted. He did not even know exactly what that was.

But he was certain that Jessica Jones was the key to everything. Thinking about the present, all or probably the most he was doing at the moment was because of her. It has always been just her. He had begun to reconstruct her old home. A present for her. He wanted to show her that he was serious about her.

His eyes swept the lobby, toward the posh door that separated the bar from the hotel's normal lobby.

'Only for hotel guests' it said on a sign, which he deliberately ignored. Such signs had no meaning to him. For him, there were no rules, because he made the rules himself!

He was the king to whom all the common people lay at his feet, even though they were unaware when they saw him. Outwardly, he was nothing special, just some guy on the street or in a restaurant.

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He stepped through the door. The bodyguard, who stood with broad shoulders and a grumpy face in front of the door, had silently stepped aside after three simple words.

"Let me pass"

Those three words, even spoken without special conviction, had such an effect. It was nothing new. He knew that. That was his gift and his curse.

And this bodyguard was not even very smart, an easy victim. Almost too easy, he brought no challenge. How boring!

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He entered, and at once he smelled the alcoholic in the air. The bar made an expensive and posh impression, despite the smell and the dimmed light. Not a bar that anyone could afford.

But who needed money ... not him at least. He only needed to utter his wishes and the world lay at his feet.

A curse and a blessing at the same time.

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He groaned and dropped to one of the stools in front of the counter.