Hello again! Well another chapter is here. My muse finally decided to get his ass in gear. Now if only I can persuade him to work for my other fics… This one is basically snippets in between scenes, but please take the scenes themselves as how they are in the film. For now…
Before you moan, Chapter 5 of Ice and Fire is being tweaked and A League Anew Chapter 2 is half done. But I still need a beta reader! ANYONE?!? Please…
Thank you to my one reviewer! It is nice to know that someone is reading this! So big thankies to naina! I'm glad you like it.
Well I hope that whoever is reading this enjoys it. So without further ado I present chapter 2!
That rhymes…
Alternate Reality, by Carveus666Chapter 2
9 Years Later
James drove towards the casino, the taste of the young woman he had bedded earlier still on his lips. No matter how many women he slept with, nothing could fill the void that Alec had left him.
Alec.
That name aroused so many emotions in him. Sorrow, anger, love…
Sorrow. Sorrow for a friend, a lover lost.
Anger. Anger at Alec for not holding off Ourumov, for telling James to set the timers so their fates could not of been reversed.
Love. Love for his friend, his comrade in arms, his soul mate. The man he had worshipped with every fibre of his being. The man who had left him a dull ache right in his heart, which he knew would be there until the day he died.
Greeting the doorman, he noticed the Ferrari from earlier. Maybe he would see its beautiful driver.
The Tiger helicopter had been stolen and Onatopp had been part of it. Onatopp, who was connected to the mysterious Janis crime syndicate.
James had requested to go after the missing Tiger, but had been rejected by the 'Evil Queen of Numbers', otherwise known as 'M'.
Reluctantly returning to England, James was having a 'quiet night in', when the call came through. He was wanted at Headquarters ASAP.
Hearing Alec's name and seeing the beast that had murdered him again had brought fresh waves of sorrow sweeping through his form.
He would not cry. He would not! He was James Bond, 007 of Her Majesty's Secret Service. He did not cry.
Coolly and calmly, at least on the outside, he left Headquarters and headed for home. He chose to walking, hoping that the night air would bring some sort of peace.
The passers-by on the crowded streets saw no more than a man with his shoulders slumped and his head bowed. James looked merely depressed, maybe a bad day at work, or an argument at home. If only it was that simple though. James felt as if his insides were being shredded.
Seeing Ourumov's face again had brought it all back, just when it was beginning to lessen. He paused to listen to a busker, strumming a guitar and singing her heart out.
"It started off so well,
They said we made a perfect pair.
I clothed myself in your glory and your love,
How I loved you,
How I cried.
The years of care and loyalty,
Were nothing but a sham it seems.
The years belie we lived the lie,
I love you 'til I die
"Save me, Save me, Save me!
I can't face this life alone.
Save me! Save me! Save me!
I'm naked and I'm far from home.
"The slate will soon be clean,
I'll erase the memories.
To start again with somebody new.
Was it all wasted,
All that love?
I hang my head and I advertise,
A soul for sale or rent.
I have no heart, I'm cold inside,
I have no real intent.
"Save me, Save me, Save me!
I can't face this life alone.
Save me! Save me!
Oh I'm naked and I'm far from home.
"Each night I cry and still believe the lie,
I love you 'til I die.
"Save me, Save me, Save me!
Yea!
Yeah!
Save me, yeah!
Save me, oh!
Save me!
Don't let me face my life alone!
Save me, Save me!
Oh!
I'm naked and I'm far from home…"
He was amazed at how the song matched his feelings. He dug in his pocket for some spare change and dropped it in her guitar case. She smiled at him before starting to sing her own, slightly strange, version of 'Bohemian Rhapsody', and appeared to be having a great time doing so. (A/N: I'm a Queen fan, so sue me… Actually, please don't. I have nothing but my Queen albums. YOU CAN'T TAKE THOSE AWAY FROM ME!)
Smiling slightly he walked on, his thoughts now on his mission rather than his lost love.
James sat on the plane on his way back to Russia. It had been the USSR to him for so long it felt strange to call it anything else. Still, that era of history was over, time to live in the now.
He leant back in first class luxury, (A/N: Lucky git…) and flicked through a magazine. But once again his thoughts strayed to Alec.
The first time they had meet each other, the tension with being made to work with an unknown, that had turned to trust, friendship, love… The look in Alec's eyes the first time they kissed… The first time they made love… The look on his face just before Ourumov put a bullet through his skull… The mission James! Think of the mission. Don't dwell on the past… But no matter what he did, his mind always replayed that awful, final moment of his lover's life…
Thankfully, the captain's voice came over the speakers announcing that they were about to land in Saint Petersburg. And not a moment too soon.
James climbed out of the car having helped the ever so delightful Ms Onatopp catch up with her beauty sleep.
Drawing his Walther PPK, James made his way through the eerie graveyard of statues. Effigies of Stalin and Lenin loomed before him. He could almost hear the Red Army singing the Soviet anthem. Shaking off the past, James moved forwards through this mortuary, his senses alert for any signs of movement.
Over there! A light shining out, silhouetting a single figure. Something about him drew a spark of recognition in him, but no… It couldn't be…
"Alec?"
And there we are! I left it on a cliffy, aren't I evil… MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Coughing.
The lyrics used belong to Queen. If anyone is interested the song is called 'Save Me'. I thought that it was appropriate.
Please review, it really makes my day. The bright up my pathetic little accounting student's life… I don't believe I just admitted that…
I'm not sure when you should expect the next chapter. Hopefully it should be soon, depending on my workload and whether or not my muse decides to be a pain in the ass… Well, fingers crossed.
Until next time, goodbye!
Carveus666