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Chapter2-
Victim of The Game
(Song By Garth Brooks)
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Alec-Alec-Alec-Alec-Alec *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Ugh…
Alec woke up to a splitting headache, feeling a bit sick, and rather disoriented. He resolutely kept his eyes shut; trying to take deep breathes, and steadying himself as best he could. He tries to get his bearings and figure out why exactly it feels like there's a jackhammer running in his head.
At least it was his day off…he remembered that much,
What had happened?
He'd clearly went out and had a few. Apparently a few too many if the way he was currently feeling was any indication. That was pretty odd…He didn't usually really drink much.
Why had he felt like it last night? Much less going so overboard?
He thought back… then kind of wished he hadn't…
He remembered yesterday at work, how nothing seemed to go right, the case just going in circles, thinking that it about summed up his entire career at this point. Those jackasses' comments, saying that he didn't even work, was actually using Magnus to solve his cases…The disaster of a dinner with his parents…
...
Well, hell…
After that day he figures it's a wonder he even made it home.
Wait…
He DID make it home? Right?
He was alone and was fully dressed, so that was a good sign, a definite relief. Now as long as he was alone and in his own room, he'd definitely count it a win…or the closest he could get right now. He chanced opening his eyes, bracing to face the light, hoping that he was actually in his bed…
He breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He was at home, and he had even remembered to pull the blinds closed last night, so the light wasn't nearly as glaring as it usually would have been. He wondered how he had gotten home, really hoping he hadn't actually drove himself back, not in the state he had to of been in…
God, if he'd done that, he really may be hopeless…
He took another deep breath, trying to reassure himself. Regardless of how bad he was feeling, or whatever else was going on, he really didn't think he'd do something that stupid.
He paused, thinking a moment… he hardly ever closed the blinds; he usually liked waking up with the sunrise, and if he's feeling like this today how did he have enough forethought to think to close the blinds…
T-That was really odd…
Did he end up bringing someone home after all?
He tried to think back to the bar. He remembered having a few, feeling pretty sorry for himself… But it got pretty fuzzy after that. He thought he vaguely remembered someone talking to him, complimenting him, saying a bunch of really nice things to make him feel better…He just couldn't place who…
He gaze drifted around the room, double checking for any disturbances, any hints as to how he got home, he was more certain than ever that he wouldn't have actually driven in the state he was in. Maybe he had called someone for a ride?
He sat up as much as he could without making himself feel any worse, taking in the room.
Everything looked as it should…Then his eyes fell on his night stand and he froze. There was a glass of water, as well as one of his pitchers full right next to a bottle of Extra strength Excedrin.
Next to it was a note…
He eyed the note apprehensively, before thinking better of it and grabbing the glass of water and medication, quickly opening the bottle and taking a few, drinking the entire glass of water, then pouring another…He gave it a bit, until the water and medication had him feeling a bit better, taking a deep breath he reached over for the note, not being able to put it off any longer…
Alexander,
Don't worry, you didn't drive home, I saw you at the bar and wanted to be sure you made it home safe. You don't have to worry about your car, it is in your driveway, I drove you back in it then just called a ride back to mine.
Nothing happened sweetheart so please don't panic or overanalyze, as I am sure you're doing right this very second. I hope you are feeling better today; you had me quite worried last night, with any luck the medicine and water helps, as it was the best I could do. If you need anything else, please just call me, I truly hate seeing you so unhappy,
My darling detective, I do hope you realize there is absolutely nothing wrong with asking for help
Magnus
Alec stared at it, reading over it again…
And again…
Magnus had found him drunk?
Magnus had taken him home, got him into bed?
What did he say!?
Oh, god…D-Did he actually make a drunken pass at Magnus?
Really!?
The guy that was constantly on his mind…
That he wanted to impress the most…
The guy that he realistically had no shot in hell with…
That is who finds him at one of his lowest points in recent history?
Seriously!?
Because, what; his life wasn't going downhill quite fast enough?
He shook his head, angrily. He picked up the note going over it, yet again, trying to find out how bad he screwed up…Magnus said nothing happened… but is that the truth? Or is he just being nice, trying to spare his feelings? He didn't sound angry in the note, just really concerned, so he supposed he couldn't have done anything too bad. If he had, Magnus wouldn't have taken the time to leave the note, as well as the medicine, and the water… right?
Right…
Well… unless Magnus is just too nice of a guy to call him out on it, cause he knows how down he was…God, what all did he tell him?Did he tell him that he was jealous?
Or about how practically everyone seems to think they're sleeping together, even though it wasn't true, no matter how much he may want it to be?
Wait!He didn't tell him THAT did he?!
Oh, man…This was bad… this was SO bad
He was totally panicking…
And overanalyzing…
….
…
..
Just like Magnus had specifically told him not to do
Alec paused, shaking his head slightly
Well hell, maybe the guy was psychic after all.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Raphael-Raphael-Raphael-Raphael-Raphael *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Raphael sighs slightly, brushing a bit of Simon's hair away from his face. Simon was cuddled securely against him, head tucked under his chin. It really is quite comfortable, but Raphael is beginning to get restless.
As much as he adores snuggling up with his adorable boyfriend-and he truly does-he really can't make himself just lounge around in bed any longer. He moves slightly, shifting Simon so his head is lying on the pillow and not on Raphael; he doesn't even move, he is totally out. Raphael smiles a bit, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheek, before he disentangles himself from Simon and climbs out of bed, heading out to the living room.
He pauses, absently petting Cleo (Miss CleoCatria,Simon and Magnus would correct him- They collaborated on that one- Raphael maintained he had absolutely nothing to do with it- insisted he wasn't even home at the time), the kitten's curled up happily on her cat tree, right next to the door to Raphael's room. Simon had got it for her when they brought the cat home after the Orson case. Raphael had said it was going in the living room, Simon said it would fit better in Raphael's room… and so they had compromised and… put it in his room- but, like, right by the door, so he didn't totally give in, it was practically in the living room.
Yeah, he didn't believe it either…
But Simon was ecstatic so he couldn't really bring himself to care too terribly much.
He stretches, then goes to start some coffee before Magnus or Simon wake up, pausing when he sees it's already made. He glances around, noticing that Magnus is up, out on the balcony sitting at one of the chairs.
That worries him a bit.
Magnus is never up this early, and he was supposed to be out late with Dot the night before.
Perhaps he'd just gotten home?
He grabs himself a cup of coffee and heads out onto the balcony, taking the other seat. Magnus doesn't even glance over. That really concerns him; a quiet, subdued Magnus is never a good thing
"Hey, Mags' everything okay?" he asks softly,
He glances up, and sighs, shaking his head faintly,
"Not really, no"
"What is it; did something happen when you were out last night?" Raphael asked, now truly concerned. Magnus always tried to see the best in things, if he is like this, something must be really wrong.
He shrugged faintly,
"Kind of…I ran into Alexander."
He seemed to pause a bit, shaking his head
"What happened? Was he out on a date or something?" he asked compassionately, knowing Magnus had feelings for the guy.
He could understand that upsetting Magnus. He hadn't thought Alec was seeing anyone, kind of agreed with Simon that they were both pretty well caught up on one another, assuming they'd get it sorted in their own time…
Everything about the detective told Raphael that he was mesmerized by Magnus; I meanhe looked at Magnus like he was the most fascinating, amazing thing he'd ever seen. and the way he'd get SO flustered… Yeah, Magnus tended to do that to a lot of people, but Alec didn't seem to mind it.
He kind of got the feeling that Alec had somehow got the idea he wasn't good enough for Magnus, which…okay, he could see someone feeling like that. The guys personality was somewhat overwhelming, but he kind of thought Alec was smart enough to realize that Magnus looked at him exactly the same way…
Maybe Alec had decided to try for someone he felt he actually had a chance with.
He sighed, shaking his head…
For being two very intelligent men, they seemed to act like idiots a LOT.
"No, nothing like that. He was upset, really down…he had way too much to drink, and just wasn't himself. I've never seen him like that, it was rather disconcerting."
Raphael froze; he did not like how this was sounding.
Yeah alright… he liked the detective, but if he did anything to hurt Magnus the man was going to have hell to pay.
Magnus sighed exasperatedly,
"Raphael, I can practically hear you plotting, stop. It is nothing like that. He was down about work, his decisions up till now, Hodge, and well… basically his life in general. He doubts his abilities as a detective, wondering if he is even capable of the work anymore. He did not do anything- well, okay… he did kiss me but in that, if anything, I was more in the wrong, as I should have stopped it immediately and I didn't. So darling, lose the vengeance plan that I know you already have nearly worked out, please, it is not needed."
Raphael gives a bit of a smirk, shaking his head, Magnus knows him far too well, then he sobers a bit, thinking over Magnus's words, he gives a faint shrug.
"Alec is actually a rather competent detective; everything I have seen of the man has proven him to be an exemplary officer, as well as an admirable person in general. What could possibly cause him to become so disillusioned?"
Magnus gave a slight smile
"I do believe that is one of the nicest things I've heard you say about someone who was not me or Simon. You wouldn't be developing a bit of a soft spot for the guy, would you? Should I tell Simon to keep an eye on you around him?"
Raphael rolled his eyes, laughing a bit
"No Mag's; I have about as much romantic interest in Alec as I do you."
"Hey, I would be quite a catch!"
"Yeah, well, that make sense; you are attracted to shiny objects…"
"That is not… well, okay that's true…but, I am a catch"
"Well, no offense, but I'm pretty sure I'd throw you back"
Magnus paused, tilting his head in confusion,
"Why are we talking in fishing metaphors?"
Raphael threw his hands up in exasperation, shaking his head,
"I don't know! Why did we spend two hours the other day arguing about what place has the best sushi, when neither of us even like it?"
Magnus shrugged, nodding
"Though I still maintain that Se-"
Raphael cut him off before he could really build up momentum again.
"Don't start that again, neither of us cares anyways. Back to the actual topic; why is Alec feeling so down about himself?"
Magnus sighed, shaking his head
"He's just hit a bit of a rough streak; I truly believe the incident with Hodge threw him off balance, calling into question his view of his mentor, the person who taught him much of his detective skills. The man I believe he tired to model himself after somewhat. The disillusionment of that has caused him to question his own abilities, his own instincts, wondering if he could be that wrong about Hodge, what else is he wrong about? Which is absolutely ludicrous… but now every slight thing, every misstep seems to prove that fallacy correct."
He paused a moment, taking a deep breath
"Raph; I so hated seeing him like that, I feel like I have to do something to help, but at the same time, I think my 'help' is a rather large factor in the way he is feeling at the moment. I adore working with the precinct, especially with Alexander, but do not want it to cause trouble for him. Perhaps I should try to get more cases through my agency?
Maybe distance myself from him for a bit… But then I worry with the way he is, as distracted as he is, that he will miss something that truly might damage his career… I know he has Simon as his partner, and the boy would do anything for him, but I don't believe Alec would be completely comfortable putting the majority of the weight of the case on someone with as of yet so little experience, no matter how capable he has proven himself…I just really don't know what to do" he trailed off with a somewhat hopeless shrug,
Raphael tilted his head,
"Well… not to be too callous, but it's not your job to coddle him…I emphasize with his current melancholy, but I hope you don't purposely stop doing something that you love, that you are amazing at, or throw away your chance at something you have wanted your entire life, just to spare a guys ego."
Magnus shook his head slightly
"You know I wouldn't darling, I am just worried that's all…I simply don't want to make him feel any worse"
Raphael nodded, relieved that Magnus wasn't going to sacrifice his own happiness just to spare a guy he had a crush on a bit of discomfort.
He tilted his head consideringly,
"I really think it will be okay; he just needs a win, a confidence boost. That's all, and he will get it, soon"
Magnus laughs slightly, rolling his eyes
"Hey now, I'm the psychic here"
Raphael scoffs, shaking his head, rolling his eyes playfully,
"Yeah, right… you're a 'Psychic' like I'm a 'Vampire'."
Magnus laughs slightly
"Darling, I believe I am a bit closer than that."
"Oh, no you're not! I still can't believe how many people just completely fall for that, I mean, come on, psychic? Really? You may as well of just said you were a Warlock!"
Magnus shakes his head a bit, rolling his eyes
"That's a bit farfetched, don't yo-"
Magnus stops, freezing, eyes wide, trained on something behind Raphael. He turns quickly, hoping against hope that it's not what he thinks. Simon is standing there in the living room, having heard every word. He looks crushed, absolutely furious, and completely betrayed.
"Simon…" Raphael starts
Simon just shakes his head slightly, turns around, grabbing his keys from by the door and just walks out without a word.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* _End Of Chapter Notes_ *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*I am SO sorry guys…
It had to be done, don't hate me
Also, I seem to have a preference for ending arguments with someone just closing a door quietly as opposed to slamming it, it seems much more dramatic, much more final…
To me, slamming a door is like yelling or screaming in an argument, it is in the heat of the moment, you say something but you don't mean it…
There's a big difference between screaming 'I hate you!' in an argument, and quietly saying 'I just can't do this anymore'
(Don't worry, those are examples, they aren't happening)
Anyways…
I added a fluffy little oneshot between Fashion police and That Darn cat
It is total, complete fluff…
I wrote it this morning to be able to get through this scene
I'll probably have the next chapter up sometime today, and really the two after that I have nearly written out already, so it should go fairly quickly.
O19O
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