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6.19. "There's an argument to be made that beneath every cynic, there's a frustrated romantic."
Fringe

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Hearing his 'other' cell phone ring in the middle of the night never failed to wake Alex up immediately. It was set to a sharp, unusual ring that pierced his psyche as soon as it started, and his first reaction upon being flung back into groggy consciousness was to try and reach for it. Bad idea. Pain seared through his injured elbow, causing him to cry out and then swear profusely as he hugged it back against his chest. In a rapid struggle, he sat up, snatching up the phone with his good arm and answering it before it hit the third ring. "'Lo?" he answered, his voice coming out in a hoarse croak from sleep. The sheets pooled around his waist and he cupped the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could scratch an itch on his balls. He warily glanced over his shoulder at his bedmate, making sure she hadn't woken up, but she just rolled over and then didn't move again.

( Alex scrunched his nose up and bit down on his lip, carefully pushing the sheets away and making to get out of bed. This was a business call, and nothing to do with the hospital either...Collapse )

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It had been one hell of a week at Princeton Plainsboro. Left and right people were coming crashing down with the horrible flu bug that was going around. Alex had actually been the one to blatantly tell the new Peds resident, Dr Mitchell, to go home because he looked like crap. And the poor kid did. He looked like he had been dragged along behind a double decker bus for a few days, only just living to tell the tale. Alex wasn't at all surprised when the guy called in the day after and said he needed to take the next few days off because it had turned from just plain flu to the stomach flu. It was also what had Patrick Preston hooked up to an IV in one of the medical wards. Alex was just fucking glad that he had managed to dodge the bullet so far. He had always had a pretty good immune system, probably built up from years working two jobs.

( Right now, though, he was putting in some extra hours at the hospital to try and pick up the pace on the kids' ward...Collapse )


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5.8. "Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other."
Marquis De Sade

Co-written with livesonlipgloss
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Rachel pushed into the coffee shop near Fifth Avenue, and sighed. This was about the third day that week she'd hit it, working on making it her regular spot in the hopes that eventually it might pay off as a pick up place. The first couple coffee shops she'd tried had had terrible coffee, even if the eye candy factor had been high. She just couldn't stomach the idea of drinking bad coffee and trying to flirt at the same time.

Then there was the fact that Mike was shipping out again soon, and she didn't know how she felt about it. She was sad, and she maybe regretted the fact they hadn't quite connected, but at least they'd maintained some kind of balance in their friendship. They could talk now, and she was even succeeding in not hitting on him every other sentence. Maybe because she really was accepting the fact that it was time to move on. Mike was a great man, and he had been her first accidental love, but it just wasn't meant to be.

She stepped up to the end of the queue, and settled on waiting. The only bad part about her potential new spot was that the queues were always so long. What happened to coffee shops that were quiet, but made great coffee? Not like there wasn't enough of them in New York. "And yet all of them still seem to get massive line ups," she muttered out loud. Rachel rocked back on her heels, and had actually been about to turn around and walk back out when she realised too late that someone was behind her and she bumped against him and let out a surprised yelp. She spun to look behind her to see if they were okay, but her blue eyes lit up when she saw the tall, tan, not so dark cutie. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come up behind me. Are you okay?"

( Alex had tried to shift back when he saw her backing up and when she spoke to him, his brain seemed to want to initially wonder why chicks didn't come with orange flashing lights and a beeping thing like trucks did...Collapse )


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LINK: I can't believe I'm driving all the way to New York to check a kid's temperature.

LINK: Easy to forget who you are when you're too busy being who you aren't.

[BACKDATED TO NEW YEARS EVE]

Harri had no idea how she was going to last until midnight. She loved Aiden, and she had always been someone to look forward to New Year's, but she got tired easily these days. Especially when she up at all hours because of Campbell. She was on her own, with James away somewhere undercover, so there was no taking shifts with her partner. Pat and Aiden had been staying in New York to give her a hand, and she would be eternally grateful to them. Especially when they took Campbell off her hands long enough for her to get a few hours of solid sleep.

She stifled a yawn, and looked down to doublecheck that she really hadn't put her undies on the outside, or looked too much like a mess. She had pads in her bra to try and hide the leakagage, and Campbell was tucked against her chest as he slept after having a feed. She tried to keep the times regular, but her baby boy didn't believe in a schedule. He was already a demanding little diva, but she loved him. She looked down at his tiny face in awe, still amazed she'd produced a little bundle like him.

Harri glanced back up when she realised someone had slid into the booth opposite her, and smiled. "Alex. It's been a while."

( Alex snorted as he smirked at her...Collapse )


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LINK: So fucking glad that year is over.

2.13. "There are times in everyone's life when something constructive is born out of adversity... when things seem so bad that you've got to grab your fate by the shoulders and shake it."
- Unknown

Co-written with withlightson

James was heading into the fifth day of his coma and still his condition remained unchanging. His friends and family came and went from his room in a constant stream, along with Special Agent Pierce, who was now working directly with Alex and James' SS superior, Paul, to construct a fool-proof plan to integrate James back into the FBI. Alex was amused to hear that James would be stuck with a desk job for the first few weeks. If he was going to return apparently post-amnesia and post-coma, he wouldn't be allowed on the field until he could be declared fit for that work. It was going to sting, but they all knew this was never going to be an easy or quick process. The bastard had to wake up first before any of the next steps could be set rolling. Both Pierce and Paul had even intently discussed the possibility of advising James' parents and brother in Australia that he had apparently shown up out of the blue, but Isabel had come on heavy with her total bitch-on-heat mode demanding they didn't. It should be something James did himself in the first instance, because no one knew what his plans for that side of things were, and there was apparently the added strain that the brother was the biological father of Special Agent Sullivan's kid and there was old water under the very large bridge there. The decision soon came to leave the family out of it for now. It might only cause hassles with the case.

( By now, rumours were supposed to be filtering through FBI headquarters as to Isabel's return, though there had been no talk of James yet...Collapse )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princton2nyc universe


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13.16. “I told you, just his nature. Poor guy's hardwired to kiss ass.”
| House, M.D.

Co-written with mrpublicity
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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."

( Aiden 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...Collapse )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


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