Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me and I make no money with it.
Spoilers: Up to and including Snakehead.
Summary: He's not hiding. Really.
Date: Dec. 29th - 4.45 pm, between Introduction and Break Away (Timeline: http :/ shiruy. livejournal. com/ 3602. html)
Edited: 01.12.10
4. Dark
He was standing next to [or behind, or a little away from] the buffet table and eating the most delicious dark chocolate mousse ever. He was just standing there, and if he couldn't see the main room [and no one from the main room could see him, oh god, please don't let him find me] then that was just coincidence.
He was eating chocolate mousse. Delicious dark chocolate mousse.
In no way was he panicking and hiding behind a huge stone pillar.
...and while he was trying denial on for size he could also pretend that he hadn't freaked out, thrown a hasty excuse at Simon Weller and Kirill before promptly fleeing the scene.
It was all just so... They had told him he was dead. He could clearly remember asking about Yassen and getting an offhand comment in return that there wasn't anything the medics could have done for him. That it had been too late.
He couldn't get his head around it.
All this time, while that whole Scorpia mess had happened, when that whole thing with Ark Angel had gone down, and then Ash and Australia... all this time, Yassen had been alive. And nobody told him. He figured if he weren't so surprised and bewildered he'd be completely furious by now.
Swirling his spoon through the creamy mousse on his plate, he leaned back against the pillar he was hid-standing behind and gave himself a minute of not-thinking. Bad enough that he was here, in Nuremberg in Germany, blackmailed into participating in yet another mission. Bad enough that his partner had vanished off the face of the earth two hours ago without telling Alex a damned thing and still hadn't turned up again. The teen wouldn't be too surprised to find out that he had been caught and killed while snooping or something. More often than not it seemed like Alex was some kind of bad-luck charm for his partners. And for himself too, now that he thought about it.
Bad enough that he had inadvertently gotten himself introduced to the very man they were here to investigate.
No, additionally to all that, he had also somehow found himself face to face with a man he had thought dead. A man whose motivations were as big a mystery to Alex as they had ever been, and who would probably shoot him as soon as pat him on the head. And was it really just coincidence that they had met? How low were the chances of that happening?
But then again, Yassen had seemed just as surprised as Alex.
...
Argh! This whole thing just didn't make any sense!
Scowling darkly at his now empty plate, he considered simply leaving early and going back to the hotel. His partner would get back on his own and Alex could throw himself into bed and pretend this whole day never happened. Only that it had. It wasn't like he could just forget that the man who had both killed his uncle and tried to save Alex's life wasn't quite as dead as he'd been told. Why had they told him that? He had a right to know the truth! And if Yassen had survived, why wasn't he being held prisoner somewhere or something?
Why was MI6 lying to him about this?
He clenched his hands into fists and took a deep breath. There were too many questions to simply let this go.