just_1_word | 28.6. Territorial

28.6. Territorial

Co-written with isabelowens & undercoverdoc
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Marc bounded up the stairs of the private jet and threw his briefcase down on the floor so he could flop into one of the seats lining the walls. He smirked at Izzy sitting across from him, noting that she looked slightly dumbfounded. Once she had asked for help, Marc had done everything in his power to plot a way to get her to England the evening following her kismet lay's accident. It hadn't really taken much for him to come up with a plan of action, but the jet was vital. They needed to discuss the situation in transit, so the jet was the best solution, and quicker without needing to fuck around in public airports. Conveniently, Marc's Zurich trip was cancelled because the guy he was tailing disappeared. No doubt the arsehole would show up in Buenos Aires next week or something. Better that than Zurich. All he had told Izzy was to meet him in this flight hangar at this private airport dressed in a business suit with her old FBI ID. She would have boarded the plane just before he got here and now Alex followed him onto the plane and pulled the door closed behind them, locking the vacuum security latch.

( Alex threw his lab coat and own briefcase onto one of the spare seats and pushed his dark sunglasses up onto his head. He was unshaven with dark circles under his eyes... )

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Word Count | 2,689

muses_w_remotes | 13.11. Skins quote

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 isabelowens, undercoverdoc, sexyinscrubs & mrpublicity
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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.

( Oh shitting HELL... )

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Word Count | 2,742

musebyquotes | 2.5. Kathryn L. Nelson quote

2.5. "Passion is seldom the end of any story, for it cannot long endure if it is not soon supplemented with true affection and mutual respect."
- Kathryn L. Nelson

Co-written with isabelowens
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Marc leaned over and put his empty cup on the floor beside his seat and stretched back. The seats were uncomfortable. He was sure it was so people wouldn't stick around patients' bed-sides for too long and get in the nurses' way. Between coming back with the two large coffees and finishing his, not a word had been said between Marc and Izzy. They just sat drinking the coffee, lost in their own thoughts. Cameron was sedated and post-op, so he was on oxygen and a heart monitor, just as precaution. Once he woke up, they would probably remove a lot of that shit. Marc looked at the unconscious man's face. He was so like Pat, yet Pat was clearly less sports-built and much more feminine. Pat's hair was longer and face and body slimmer, but they were twins no doubt. Same hair colour, same eyes, same smile.

( He knew he was going to have to be the one to break the silence. He sat forward again and folded his hands together in front of him, elbows resting on his knees... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 2,411

just_muse_me | 18.2.4. Three little words

18.2.4. Three little words

Co-written with straight2point
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Marc found a deserted courtyard in the large hospital and exited into it, closing the glass doors behind him. He rubbed his hands over his face and then leaned against the wall to unclip his PDA from his belt under his jacket. He slowly brought Harri's number up in his extensive phone book and hit call, putting the phone to his ear. He listened to the monotonous ringing, it almost hypnotic to his tired brain. Somewhere in the shit hitting the fan (again), he had become an insomniac. He could've gotten a hotel room, but he chose to just hang around the hospital with Izzy instead. The staff had told them Cameron wouldn't wake up until late morning at least, but Izzy had wanted to stick around. Marc knew as he watched her sitting beside Cameron's bed holding his hand that she really had moved on. It did hurt on some level, but at the same time, it was inevitable. He had already moved on.

( It was around seven am here in England, so it would be lunch time in New York... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,772