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crossoverficTitle: Time Out in Washington (15/18)
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Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Mulder/Krycek (mostly UST), Mark/Nicholas discussed but whether there is any truth behind the suggestion is open to the reader's interpretation
Fandom: X-Files/Torchwood/Dr Who/The State Within
Rating: NC-17 overall (most parts PG/PG-13, only one part is NC-17 and that part can be skipped with minimum confusion if you want to read the plot but are put off by the idea of graphic sex)
Warnings: Spoilers for The State Within. Some violence and fantasy sexual violence
Disclaimer: None of the recognisable characters are mine, Santa has been really falling down on his job recently, but belong to their respective right holders
Sequal to 1. Plus Ça Change, 2. Hobson's Choice
Prequel to Interlunation
Previous Parts: Part 1 - Prologue -:- Part 2 - Sir Mark -:- Part 3 - Jack -:- Part 4 - Azzam -:- Part 5 - Mulder -:- Part 6 - Skinner -:- Part 7 - Scully -:- Part 8 - George -:- Part 9 - Alex and Fox -:- Part 10 - Doctor -:- Part 11 - William -:- Part 12 - Ianto -:- Part 13 - Samantha -:- Part 14 - Yasmine and Chandon
Summary: Finding out Jack's secret in the worst possible way (Hobson's Choice), Alex takes a break from Torchwood Three while he comes to terms with events and his anger towards Jack. To give him the time he needs, Jack arranges a secondment for Alex at the British Embassy in Washington working with the secret service to counter threats to the Ambassador's family. But with Mulder around things don't go to plan and Alex discovers that aliens aren't that easy to leave behind.
Notes: I know that the timelines don't quite fit so I decided to fudge things a little because it was too tempting to compare Torchwood and the Consortium. This story is set concurrent with the early part of X-Files season 6, during the second half of Torchwood season 1, during the time of the 12th Doctor (Doctor Who) and about a year after the events in The State Within. In depth (or indeed any) knowledge of the included fandoms isn't required so please don't let them put you off. Thanks tomoth2fic for the beta. Any and all remaining mistakes are own.
The hospital shouldn't have felt different but it did. Alex refused to believe he had changed, the world didn't work like that and he certainly didn't. It was just that his awareness had shifted slightly. The focus that he had felt while in the TARDIS was gone, leaving behind the reality he had left, a little more bleak in comparison, and with all the shit that he left behind waiting for him to face it again. Or in this case, them; Azzam and Mark's worried faces once more weighing on his mind now he had nothing to distract himself with.
"Don't move." The familiar voice sounded smugly behind him. "Well, if it isn't my least favourite rodent."
Alex rolled his eyes before he turned. Worrying about Nicholas was no excuse for letting someone get the drop on him, especially when that someone was Mulder. Twice in one week; it was getting embarrassing. It wasn't as if he hadn't expected Mulder to keep close tabs on him after George cut him loose. He would have been a little disappointed if Mulder hadn't cared enough, not to mention the opportunities that it provided him with. But there was a time and a place for their little dance and this was not it.
"Give it up, Mulder. I'm not in the mood," he said flatly.
The gun's muzzle glared at him unwaveringly although Mulder looked a little taken aback for a moment by Alex's blasé manner. He recovered himself, stepping forward threateningly.
"That's a real shame," Mulder drawled, "because I am. And since I have the gun I think we'll go with my feelings in the matter."
This was just getting ridiculous. Not that Mulder was particularly good at following orders, but accosting him while the Deputy Director who had ordered him to back off was just a few floors away and in the aftermath of the attack on Azzam... it was practically career suicide. Alex began to feel slightly worried. Was this another Consortium-induced delusion?
"Don't be stupid." Alex refused to let his concerns show in his voice, "Now let me go, I've got to go check on..."
"I know," Mulder interrupted, dismissing him. "But you aren't getting away with it this time."
For a second Alex irrationally feared that Mulder somehow knew. Knew and was going to shoot him for kidnapping his sister. Then he realised what Mulder was really referring to.
"Getting away with what?" Did Mulder honestly think he was involved with the attack on Azzam? "Doing my job? Visiting a friend and colleague?"
"Another Consortium scum-sucker like you?"
Alex had Mulder pinned against the wall before he knew what he was doing. Whatever Mulder's problem with him, Nicholas was fighting for his life after defending a child against an unprovoked attack. Mulder stared at him in shock, hazel eyes wide, face pale and gun hanging, useless and forgotten, in his hand. Alex took it from him gently. The safety was on, which was a good sign. Alex took a deep breath, centring himself. Was a royal warrant for mayhem better than a republican one? It really wasn't Mulder's fault that he genuinely believed that the type of people that Alex worked with were as dirty as Alex was. Firstly it was basically true, and secondly, he wasn't entirely sure Nicholas or Jack wouldn't take it as a compliment.
"If you're going to kill me, do it now," Mulder gasped. "My expense reports have to be in for the end of the month."
Mulder's body was warm under his, solid and distracting. It was strange how someone could be both calming and arousing at the same time. Even the choreography of their violence had a beauty, a twisted symmetry that bound them even when they moved away from each other; his pathology and passion.
"Late again, Mulder?" Alex teased. "You needed to have them in yesterday."
Mulder frowned. "I don't know whose diary you're using, but the end of the month isn't until tomorrow."
"What?" Alex asked confused but not about to loosen his grip. He could see the calculation replace the confusion in Mulder's eyes and didn't trust it for a moment. He bounced Mulder off the wall gently, a reminder not to screw him around.
Mulder grinned at him, clearly pleased to have caught Alex out, "You been Phileas Fogging it too much or do they just not have calendars in the sewers?" he taunted.
He wasn't lying. Alex would have staked his life on it. One of them wasn't when he thought he was and... Alex was tempted to laugh aloud. He was early! The mad bastard and his blue box had dropped him off early! Apparently he needed to add another apology to the list of those he wasn't going to give Mulder. No wonder Mulder had been so insistent that he had seen Alex. He couldn't resist laying a firm kiss on Mulder's shocked face. Mulder gaped, doing a remarkable impression of one of his own goldfish. It wasn't Alex's favourite expression, because that one involved a great deal more excitement on both their parts, but there was a certain cuteness to it that made Alex want to pet him. He settled for cuffing him to the nearest radiator instead, dropping Mulder's gun, and his backup, just out of reach. Scully would find him soon enough and hopefully read him the riot act about wandering off after suspected assassins.
Alex smiled. "See you Mulder." Ignoring Mulder's curses he gave into the impulse and let himself whistle as he walked away 'If I could turn back time...'.
Next Part...
Author:
fidesPairing: Jack/Ianto, Mulder/Krycek (mostly UST), Mark/Nicholas discussed but whether there is any truth behind the suggestion is open to the reader's interpretation
Fandom: X-Files/Torchwood/Dr Who/The State Within
Rating: NC-17 overall (most parts PG/PG-13, only one part is NC-17 and that part can be skipped with minimum confusion if you want to read the plot but are put off by the idea of graphic sex)
Warnings: Spoilers for The State Within. Some violence and fantasy sexual violence
Disclaimer: None of the recognisable characters are mine, Santa has been really falling down on his job recently, but belong to their respective right holders
Sequal to 1. Plus Ça Change, 2. Hobson's Choice
Prequel to Interlunation
Previous Parts: Part 1 - Prologue -:- Part 2 - Sir Mark -:- Part 3 - Jack -:- Part 4 - Azzam -:- Part 5 - Mulder -:- Part 6 - Skinner -:- Part 7 - Scully -:- Part 8 - George -:- Part 9 - Alex and Fox -:- Part 10 - Doctor -:- Part 11 - William -:- Part 12 - Ianto -:- Part 13 - Samantha -:- Part 14 - Yasmine and Chandon
Summary: Finding out Jack's secret in the worst possible way (Hobson's Choice), Alex takes a break from Torchwood Three while he comes to terms with events and his anger towards Jack. To give him the time he needs, Jack arranges a secondment for Alex at the British Embassy in Washington working with the secret service to counter threats to the Ambassador's family. But with Mulder around things don't go to plan and Alex discovers that aliens aren't that easy to leave behind.
Notes: I know that the timelines don't quite fit so I decided to fudge things a little because it was too tempting to compare Torchwood and the Consortium. This story is set concurrent with the early part of X-Files season 6, during the second half of Torchwood season 1, during the time of the 12th Doctor (Doctor Who) and about a year after the events in The State Within. In depth (or indeed any) knowledge of the included fandoms isn't required so please don't let them put you off. Thanks to
moth2fic for the beta. Any and all remaining mistakes are own.The hospital shouldn't have felt different but it did. Alex refused to believe he had changed, the world didn't work like that and he certainly didn't. It was just that his awareness had shifted slightly. The focus that he had felt while in the TARDIS was gone, leaving behind the reality he had left, a little more bleak in comparison, and with all the shit that he left behind waiting for him to face it again. Or in this case, them; Azzam and Mark's worried faces once more weighing on his mind now he had nothing to distract himself with.
"Don't move." The familiar voice sounded smugly behind him. "Well, if it isn't my least favourite rodent."
Alex rolled his eyes before he turned. Worrying about Nicholas was no excuse for letting someone get the drop on him, especially when that someone was Mulder. Twice in one week; it was getting embarrassing. It wasn't as if he hadn't expected Mulder to keep close tabs on him after George cut him loose. He would have been a little disappointed if Mulder hadn't cared enough, not to mention the opportunities that it provided him with. But there was a time and a place for their little dance and this was not it.
"Give it up, Mulder. I'm not in the mood," he said flatly.
The gun's muzzle glared at him unwaveringly although Mulder looked a little taken aback for a moment by Alex's blasé manner. He recovered himself, stepping forward threateningly.
"That's a real shame," Mulder drawled, "because I am. And since I have the gun I think we'll go with my feelings in the matter."
This was just getting ridiculous. Not that Mulder was particularly good at following orders, but accosting him while the Deputy Director who had ordered him to back off was just a few floors away and in the aftermath of the attack on Azzam... it was practically career suicide. Alex began to feel slightly worried. Was this another Consortium-induced delusion?
"Don't be stupid." Alex refused to let his concerns show in his voice, "Now let me go, I've got to go check on..."
"I know," Mulder interrupted, dismissing him. "But you aren't getting away with it this time."
For a second Alex irrationally feared that Mulder somehow knew. Knew and was going to shoot him for kidnapping his sister. Then he realised what Mulder was really referring to.
"Getting away with what?" Did Mulder honestly think he was involved with the attack on Azzam? "Doing my job? Visiting a friend and colleague?"
"Another Consortium scum-sucker like you?"
Alex had Mulder pinned against the wall before he knew what he was doing. Whatever Mulder's problem with him, Nicholas was fighting for his life after defending a child against an unprovoked attack. Mulder stared at him in shock, hazel eyes wide, face pale and gun hanging, useless and forgotten, in his hand. Alex took it from him gently. The safety was on, which was a good sign. Alex took a deep breath, centring himself. Was a royal warrant for mayhem better than a republican one? It really wasn't Mulder's fault that he genuinely believed that the type of people that Alex worked with were as dirty as Alex was. Firstly it was basically true, and secondly, he wasn't entirely sure Nicholas or Jack wouldn't take it as a compliment.
"If you're going to kill me, do it now," Mulder gasped. "My expense reports have to be in for the end of the month."
Mulder's body was warm under his, solid and distracting. It was strange how someone could be both calming and arousing at the same time. Even the choreography of their violence had a beauty, a twisted symmetry that bound them even when they moved away from each other; his pathology and passion.
"Late again, Mulder?" Alex teased. "You needed to have them in yesterday."
Mulder frowned. "I don't know whose diary you're using, but the end of the month isn't until tomorrow."
"What?" Alex asked confused but not about to loosen his grip. He could see the calculation replace the confusion in Mulder's eyes and didn't trust it for a moment. He bounced Mulder off the wall gently, a reminder not to screw him around.
Mulder grinned at him, clearly pleased to have caught Alex out, "You been Phileas Fogging it too much or do they just not have calendars in the sewers?" he taunted.
He wasn't lying. Alex would have staked his life on it. One of them wasn't when he thought he was and... Alex was tempted to laugh aloud. He was early! The mad bastard and his blue box had dropped him off early! Apparently he needed to add another apology to the list of those he wasn't going to give Mulder. No wonder Mulder had been so insistent that he had seen Alex. He couldn't resist laying a firm kiss on Mulder's shocked face. Mulder gaped, doing a remarkable impression of one of his own goldfish. It wasn't Alex's favourite expression, because that one involved a great deal more excitement on both their parts, but there was a certain cuteness to it that made Alex want to pet him. He settled for cuffing him to the nearest radiator instead, dropping Mulder's gun, and his backup, just out of reach. Scully would find him soon enough and hopefully read him the riot act about wandering off after suspected assassins.
Alex smiled. "See you Mulder." Ignoring Mulder's curses he gave into the impulse and let himself whistle as he walked away 'If I could turn back time...'.
Next Part...
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