Hello again. I decided to get this chappie done quickly, or at least my muse did. Blumin' sanctimonious… But I digress. Chapter 4 A League Anew is half done. And I also have the first chapter of my new Van Helsing fic up today. Please note that it is in desperate of a decent title. Ice and Fire has come on a hitch, but progress is being made! So put away your pitchforks and don't chase me into a deserted windmill!
Now I do believe I left you on a bit of a cliff-hanger last time, aren't I nice? I am going to resolve that presently. Honest.
Warning! Everything from here on in is an AU. A slashy AU… It's mainly going to be implied, I might have the odd kiss… But anyway, I have given you fair warning. If you dislike slash, turn away now!
And to everyone else, please enjoy the show!
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Alternate Reality, by Carveus666 Chapter 3"Alec?" No. It can't be you. It's impossible. I saw you die…
"Hello James…" He stepped into the light. "Long time no see."
And there he was. As whole an as perfect as James remembered him. His Alec.
Alec. Was. Alive.
His mind was working faster than ever, and yet it seemed to take an age for his brain to process that information. His gun wavered. So this was the infamous Janis. This was the man responsible for all those deaths. His Alec…
"What's the matter, James? No glib remark? No pithy comeback?"
James' mind was whirling but no sound was uttered. Alec took a step closer and the Walther, rather reluctantly, was raised slightly as James tried to keep some sort of professionalism. Alec ventured closer still.
"Why?" was all James was able to choke out. Alec kept coming closer, and going against every rational part of his brain, he lowered the gun. But then again, since when was love rational.
Alec looked at him with something akin to sorrow. "Since when did the great James Bond ask why? Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined those regimes? Everything you raced your life and limb for and it all changed…" They were face to face now, and it took all of James' self control not to kiss him.
"It was the job we were chosen for…" he whispered. Self-restraint was really becoming an issue now. To smell Alec again, to touch him, to hold him and never let him go…
He tilted his head to one side and looked at him with those jade eyes. "You don't mean that do you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. And James knew it was true.
He was about to answer when Alec leaned in towards him with obviously one thing in mind. Leaning forwards, their lips were about to meet when he felt Alec's arm snake up and around his neck and there was a sharp prick. Jerking backwards, he saw Alec holding a needle in his hands.
"Goodnight James," was all he heard before the world sunk into darkness.
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James woke up to a blur. Propping himself up on his elbows with a groan, he found himself on a rather lavishly made up bed, in what appeared to be a train carriage. The latter he worked out by the fact that the compartment he was in was moving.
Apparently, the rumours about Janis, Alec his mind supplied, living on a bullet train were true. Getting to his feet with care and shaking his head a few times in an attempt to clear it, he braced himself against the wall trying to find his balance and the swaying motion of the carriage was really not helping.
He finally made his way to the door and staggered through. He was treated to the sight of Alec tucking into breakfast. Now that was a welcome sight. Alec glanced up and smiled at him, he had almost forgotten how gorgeous he looked when he smiled, and gestured for him to sit.
Taking the seat opposite from him, James noticed that Onatopp was also with them. Noticing him noticing, (A/N: To many noticings…:S) Alec looked over at her and gave a slight cough. Thankfully, she took this as a sign to leave. With a raised eyebrow, Onatopp exited, leaving James and Alec by themselves.
There was an uneasy silence between the two former lovers, the only sounds being those of the train itself.
"Why don't you have some breakfast? You must be starving." Alec gestured to the plate before him. James slowly shook his head. "No?" Alec said; looking and sounding slightly disappointed.
James was in turmoil. Part of him wanted to carry out a plan that involved him, Alec, a wall, and a lot more nudity than was publicly exceptable. Another wanted to know why. Why all this? Why killing all these people? Why leaving him for 9 years thinking that he was dead? He decided on the latter. (A/N: /pouts/ Spoil sport…)
"Why?"
Alec looked up from his plate. "What?"
"Why are you doing this? Why did so many have to die? Why did you let me blame myself for your death?!?" Through out this the tone of his voice stayed the same, but the volume rose dramatically.
And Alec, his Alec, just sat there his face inscrutable. Well his face was, but his eyes spoke volumes. They spoke of sorrow, of fear, of nights spent alone craving the others touch, of wanting to tell James more than anything but knowing that he could not. Those eyes were all the answer he needed.
James couldn't tear his eyes away from Alec's no matter how much he wanted to. So instead he slowly leaned forwards and captured Alec's lips with his own. The kiss contained the fire of years of longing, of waiting, of loneliness. It was perfect. James was kissing Alec and Alec was kissing him back. He tasted of strawberries, always had, and always will. They had both stood up now, and moved away from the table. Alec shoved James up against the wall and continued to kiss him fiercely. (A/N: All we need now is the nudity… I'll see what I can do!) James wasn't in control and he loved it. He loved how it made him feel. He loved the way Alec made him feel. Oh God, how he had missed Alec, missed the taste of him, missed the feel of him. Time to be assertive now…
He pushed Alec, still kissing him, onto the opposite wall. Alec ground his hips into James' and let out a loud moan.
Finally, they broke the kiss, leaving both men gasping for air. Once again silence descended on the two, but this time the noises of the train were punctuated by their heavy panting.
"I love you." Alec softly murmured.
"Love you to." James replied. (A/N: You have no idea how tempted I was to put 'I know'… I'm sad, I know. /Chortles/)
Alec pulled James into a tight embrace. "I'm going to hold onto you and never let go." He whispered in the other man's ear.
James snuggled in closer to his lover, glad of the warmth his arms provided. "But what about MI6? If I'm missing they'll send someone out-"
"Hush." Alec cut him off. "The remains of the Tiger helicopter were found along with the bodies of the missing Severnaya technician Natalia Siminova and the now late Commander James Bond." James gave him a puzzled look. "Ourumov. It has a kind of poetic justice, don't you think?"
"Mmhmm…" The ability to form coherent sounds was rapidly leaving James. Maybe it was time to return to the wall plan…
It was Alec who started to kiss him this time. But unlike the previous one, this had none of the urgency. It was a slow lingering kiss; full of passion, but the passion was of a different kind. Not that of something lost, but that of something gained and that was never to be let go.
They made into the bedroom eventually.
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James woke up in the tangled mass of sheets they had made together. Only, where was Alec?
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and found his trousers and shirt. Pulling them on he went into the main compartment. Alec was there, talking with Onatopp. They had obviously finished what ever it was they were talking about, as Onatopp exited. Alec turned to James and smiled. "I hope you remembered to bring your sunglasses."
"What?" It was then that James noticed that they had stopped. Peering out of one of the windows he saw that they were at and airfield. "Where are we going?"
Alec's smiled grew broader. "Cuba."
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Another chapter done! So, what do you think so far? Ah… To Cuba, land of Communism and cigars… And I'm going to get Boris in here some where. I think he's funny… Quite probably because I know people who are very much like him. I'm trying very hard to be disturbed by that fact, but I'm failing miserably.
I hate to disappoint people, but I'm not writing any sex scenes. I'm female, and have absolutely no experience in that area. Anything I would write, if I were writing sex, which I'm not, would crap. Plus, my mum come in to my room and reads what I'm typing over my shoulder. The put come of that scenario is too scary to contemplate…
If you have any comments at all, please review. It takes around 2 minutes, and it really makes my day. Please… Puppy dog eyes.
Anyway, tune in soon for the next instalment!
Yours,
Carveus666