Title: Monty Cora?
Author: Dark Roswellian Angel
Elizabeth McDowell
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Rating: K+, just in case
Synopsis: What was Alec thinking as he swung from a cage?
A/N: So, how am I doing?
This is a thought I developed that I am considering making into a larger fic. So, this is kind of a spoiler just to see if people are interested in my writing any more of this.
As he sat there and observed the orb-like cage that he was trapped in hovering 20 feet off the ground, Alec used the part of his mind that wasn't pondering how to escape to consider how he'd wound up here. Monty Cora- definitely not the brightest move you've ever made. But regardless of the outcome, if he'd had to do it all over again, he would. Because of her. Because he wanted to believe in what they had done and said when they'd been locked up in that prison. Because he wanted to believe what she had promised him. Even after walking into that penthouse and finding her with him. Twice. Even after seeing the look in her eyes when she was watching him. Because he'd wanted to believe that after a while she'd make the same decision that she'd made while they'd been living in that hellhole. That she'd choose him again, just as he would always, always choose her. Because he wanted to give her whatever time she needed to realize what all his instincts were telling him, screaming at him- that all of the emotions were still there, strong and fiery and brilliant, just as they had been before, no matter how much she tried to delude herself that she could ever be just normal. And then after a while, she'd realize that she didn't belong with anyone else. And when she finally came to that conclusion, he wanted to make it as easy for her to find him as possible. And so he'd made a point of using his not-so-natural gifts in a very open way, made a point of keeping his barcode out in plain sight, even used the name so close to where they'd first met so that if she looked even a little, she'd be able to find him. But as he looked at his new prison, he realized something, Maybe it's time to go looking for her.