mrpublicity: (Calm [Beige])
19. They hold my hand and ask me to pull through
A voice I know says dear, he probably can’t hear you...

[‘Air’ – Ben Folds Five]


Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] straight2point
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Aiden's eyeballs felt like they were hanging out of his head by the time he stepped off the elevator in the ICU at Mount Sinai. He hated this place. It reminded him too much of when Pat was in hospital after the Mexico trip, but it wouldn't be enough to keep him away. He had been stunned when Alex approached him at the party following the christening. He had recognised the face, but couldn't place it at first. It was only after Alex pulled him aside and filled him in on the whole story that Aiden started to follow what was happening... and he was stunned. It had been like his brain exploded then, trying to explain what had happened to Pat, and further explain he needed to go back to Princeton on some Men In Black spaceship and hopefully Alex didn't zap his memories en route. It had been a long flight, and Aiden was still reeling, but he just tried to focus on getting to Harri to keep him sane. He couldn't even begin to try and figure out what the fuck it all meant. He would need more info to attempt that.

ExpandHe found James' room easy... and it was strange trying to think of the bastard as 'James'. It would take some getting used to... )

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mrpublicity: (Frown lean forward [Grey])
13.16. “I told you, just his nature. Poor guy's hardwired to kiss ass.”
| House, M.D.

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] undercoverdoc
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Aiden sat stiffly in one of the comfortable, large seats of the private jet, eyes planted unmovingly on Alex across the small aisle from him. "I don't have to like you, do I? I kind of want to kick you up the arse just by association," he commented.

"It would make things easier if you didn't want to put a hit out on me. I wouldn't advise it, and I'm kind of getting tired having my person randomly threatened when I've done nothing but help your posse try and get back on the same page together," Alex returned, sipping from his can of Coke. "In saying that, it's just you and me here right now. You can ask me anything and you'll get an honest answer. It might not be a detailed answer, but it will be honest."

Aiden frowned. "How do I know you haven't got this... this... Death Star bugged?"

Alex shrugged. "You're just going to have to take my word on it, dude. That, and I doubt you're really going to have anything incriminating to say for any of our cases," he added in amusement. "Look, I'm just here to get you to your BFF so she doesn't have to deal with this shit alone. I waited until the christening was said and done so your husband and his family's day wouldn't ruined. I didn't think Harriet would mind waiting a little longer because I know how important that whole day was for the parents of the infant. I doubt Harriet or James would want to be the cause of that being disrupted. So, I waited. And here we are."

ExpandAiden really wanted to ask how this bloke 'knew' everything, but he would come off looking like a dork. The guy was Secret Service. He probably knew what colour toilet paper the President preferred... )

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mrpublicity: (Serious [Leaning])
13.11. “Sidney, are you gonna tell me what's going on? It's like a fucking episode of the OC in here.”
| Skins

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] isabelowens, [livejournal.com profile] undercoverdoc, [livejournal.com profile] sexyinscrubs & [livejournal.com profile] agenfraser
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Alex was a completely different person to what had gotten on the plane in New York. His hair was now blond (thanks to a temporary dye), eyes blue from contact lenses, he was cleanly shaven and wore rimless, stylish glasses to complete the look. Neatly pressed suit, lab coat and stethoscope were all in place with an expensive leather briefcase clutched in his hand as he walked purposefully through the corridors of the private hospital in Liverpool. Marc and Izzy walked behind him, Marc pretty much looking like Marcus Fraser dressed as a doctor, but it worked. Izzy looked like herself and mostly had to just stand there and look important. They had gotten into the ward with no issues and Alex even pulled off an extremely convincing conversation with Cameron's team of doctors, explaining he was merely here to offer Cameron's family a second opinion on rehab options. The doctors gave access to Cameron's complete medical record and admitted them to Cameron's ward. Cameron was in Room 517, a private room with security watch. Understandably, considering he was a well-known celeb in the town. The threesome turned the corner towards the room, but nearly slammed into some people coming from the other direction. Marc's eyes widened and he sucked in a sharp breath of shock. Uh oh. Oh fucking fuck of all fucks. This was going to get messy.

ExpandOh shitting HELL... )

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