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1.16. "You will always be a child of two worlds, and fully capable of deciding your own destiny. The question you face is: which path will you choose?"
Star Trek (2009)

Co-written with isabelowens
[Follows THIS]

James lost track of how long he stood in the shower of Pat and Aiden’s guest bathroom, letting the hot, sharp spray beat down on his back. He tried to sort through everything in his mind, to let the water wash away the confusion, but it wasn’t helping. He had slept with Izzy, and everything beyond that was paling in comparison.

Closure? He doubted it.

He shut the shower off roughly and stepped out of the cubicle. His skin was wrinkled and red from being in there so long. He made a half-hearted, distracted attempt to dry himself before pulling his trousers and wifebeater back on. He had to get back to New York, if only to use needed fresh clothes as an excuse. As he pulled his business shirt on over the top, something flew out of the pocket and fell to the tiles with a metallic ting. He looked down, finding his wedding ring lying on the floor by the vanity. It caused him to freeze for a moment and then he pulled his other arm into the shirt and stooped to pick it up, looking down at it in his palm.

( What had they done? )

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Word Count | 2,271

Feeling: confused
Where: Princeton, New Jersey

LINK: Shit.

Feeling: guilty
Where: Princeton, New Jersey

3.6. Hunger

Co-written with isabelowens
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

There was only so much Izzy could do for Cameron right now. Her heart was breaking to watch him so distressed at his brother's condition. Isabel sat next to him for a little while, her hand resting loosely on the top of his. His eyes never left his brother when he came back from the MRI, and Izzy wasn't even sure if he realised she was there. She was starting to go stir crazy, and she couldn't even imagine how Cameron was coping with being stuck in hospital again. Even if he wasn't the patient.

Aiden looked terrible as well, Harri coming back to take the strain of him. Or at least try. Harri seemed to have a better way of managing Aiden, than Izzy did managing Cameron. Part of her was wondering if she would ever get knack. Lachlan and Riley just seemed to float between everyone and make sure they had what they needed, with Tara and RJ nearby. Isabel felt out of place, and she couldn't shake the feeling no matter how long she sat in the room.

( Maybe she just wasn't letting herself be a part of it, and she knew it had to do with a part of her mind staying on James... )

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Word Count | 2,804

Feeling: tired
Where: Princeton, New Jersey

1.21. Forever is a long long time
When you lost your way
'Lasso' - Phoenix

Co-written with straight2point
[Follows THIS]

By the time James and Izzy's conversation eased to an end, James had a slight fuzzy confusion in his head. His hands were shaking slightly, too, the stress clearly throwing off his bloo sugar levels. He stopped at the vending machine in the foyer to get a bottle of orange juice and contemplated booking in to a hotel in Princeton for the night so he could rest and not have to worry about driving all the way back to the city while he was feeling a little off. The talk with Izzy had left him drained and confused.

( As he rode the elevator up to the ICU, he flipped his wallet open and pulled out Harri's most recent ultrasound picture at six months, taken about two weeks ago... )

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Word Count | 3,279

Feeling: confused
Where: Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital

23.9.6. Wedding Ring (Picture prompt)

Co-written with isabelowens
[Follows THIS]

Izzy sat outside PPTH as she waited for James. It had been a little over three hours, but given it was a hospital, she was giving him time to find a park. Hospitals were a bitch regardless of state. She was still replaying her conversation with Cameron through her mind, trying to work out what kind of sick woman it made her to actually love a guy more because he was giving her permisson to find 'closure' with her ex, and not call it cheating.

She looked down at her hand, her green eyes fixed on the gold band on her middle finger. It was her wedding ring, but she hadn't worn it on her ring finger in a long time. Truth was, if it was going to get down to cheating, it was Cameron who was the other guy considering she was married to James still. Iz wet her lips and wondered if Harri would be so accepting of this scenario, and willing to let James do this.

( Or if James would even say yes... )

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Word Count | 5,119

Feeling: thirsty
Where: Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital

LINK: Outwardly, everything had changed, but inwardly had anything really changed at all?

Feeling: confused
Where: On route to Princeton

You Are Taco Salad

You are brutally honest and totally real. You can't be bothered to be fake for a second.

You are a total riot. You have a wicked sense of humor, and you crack people up.

You often shock people with your antics. You have a very spicy personality.

You are energetic and intense. You live every moment to its fullest.

What Kind of Salad Are You?

Feeling: thirsty
Where: FBI Headquaters, New York City

LINK: He joked about his son being born with a healthy penis, but what he really only hoped for was the cliched ten fingers, ten toes, and loads of forgiveness in case his dad fucked up the father thing a bit along the way.

Feeling: hopeful
Where: FBI Headquaters, New York City

My son can respond to noises from the outside! Time to breakout the AC/DC and INXS.

Feeling: cheerful
Where: FBI Headquaters, New York City

LINK: Fades, but never really disappears.

Feeling: nostalgic
Where: FBI Headquaters, New York City

LINK: FBI should stand for Fucking Bollocks Inc.

Feeling: aggravated
Where: FBI Headquaters, New York City

Typical, I get the answer that looks like a frozen penis.

You Are a Popsicle

You are colorful, creative, and expressive.

You are often in your own little world, having the time of your life.

People might be surprised to know that you're actually a bit of a perfectionist.

You like things to be neat and orderly. You can deal with chaos, as long as it's controlled chaos.

What Frozen Treat Are You?

Feeling: amused
Where: FBI Headquaters, New York City

22.1.5. "If you're in a bad situation, don't worry it'll change. If you're in a good situation, don't worry it'll change." - John A. Simone

Co-written with

agentsullivan
[Simultaneous to THIS]

( My inner goddess wants to put my boobs in the fridge to stop them hurting and sit in front of the TV with my pants undone. My inner goddess is Al Bundy... )

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Word Count | 1,725

Feeling: worried
Where: Upper East Side, New York

22.6.1. TEN things that make you nervous

1. Female hormones

I only need one. I think I have managed to piss three women off in a period of less than ten minutes. It's gotta be a new miracle.

Feeling: cynical
Where: FBI Headquaters, New York City

James first day back on the job in the FBI. It was... surreal. More than. First, he was aware he was still undercover but it didn't bear the weight it had over the last few months. This sort of thing was a piece of piss for him. The work had never been the problem; it had been trying to convince himself he was okay without his family. It had been impossible.

But now he was back and it was like putting on an old pair of slippers... only someone else's slippers. Everyone had been stunned when he walked into the conference room after Pierce telling the department he had a 'surprise' for them. One chick even ran out to throw up, and James just figured it was a bit drama queen-esque considering he hardly knew her. The guise he was back, but amnesiac was easy to pull off. It was about acting, but sooner or later the dust would settle and no one would even think about it. Everyone still called him 'Campbell', even though he kept correcting them that it wasn't his name. It was going to take some time to sink in. Some tried to nudge some information out of him, but he had the blank look down by now.

Only thing was, he needed some time to adjust himself and by the time the afternoon came, he was escaping up to the roof for a smoke. This was like coming home. The familiar rooftops, the familiar breeze on his face all this way up above the city. He took a long drag on the cigarette and closed his eyes, tilting his face up to the sky as he blew the smoke out. It was going to be okay.

Feeling: good
Where: Manhattan, New York

[Follows THIS]

Ali pushed her messed up bed hair off her face and rubbed her eyes with a yawn as she unlocked the apartment door. She was adorned in nothing but one of Andrew's t-shirts and her cow slippers, but didn't give a flying toss. She smiled sleepily when she saw James cradling the baby capsule with her daughter bundled up inside it. She reached over and patted his cheek. "Look at you," she said, her voice husky from sleep. He was the epitome of an FBI Special Agent. Immaculate black suit, white shirt, black tie, blond hair style in that messy trendy look he managed with a bit of product, dark sunglasses on his head. James was back, and this was like the sprinkles on top of the icing on the cake. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Welcome back, Jimbo. Scared?"

( “Absolutely shitting myself,” James confirmed with a smirk... )

Feeling: nervous
Where: Upper East Side, New York

94.2.C. "I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection." - Sigmund Freud

[Follows THIS]

James wasn’t sure what he was thinking volunteering himself for uncle babysitting duties the night before he was due back at work, but when he saw Andrew’s note about wanting to take Ali out for the night, he just figured why the hell not. Harri had been kept back at work, so his baby niece was a much more welcome distraction than channel surfing or staring at a laptop screen. Of course, Ali had initially tried to protest, still believing Jamie was on the brink of crawling, but when they dropped her over to Harri and James’ place, Ali was dressed up and looking gorgeous and well-shagged. Quite clearly Andrew was learning that the way to Ali’s heart was through his cock.

( It took Ali fifteen minutes to run through all the standard Mum things that came when she had to leave Jamie with someone, like where all the spare baby clothes were in the diaper bag, emergency numbers, and threats to James’ nether regions along the lines of separating them painfully into multiple parts if anything happened to her baby girl... )

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Word Count | 1,229

Feeling: content
Where: Manhattan, New York

Back to work tomorrow. I'm sure they really missed my charming and charismatic Master Seducer self..

You Are An ESTP

The Doer

You are adventurous and risk taking. You act first, think second.

You love being the center of attention. You were probably the class clown.

Competitive, charming, and charismatic - you have your own code of honor.

You live a flexible life, bouncing between a series of activities that interest you.

In love, you are a master seducer... and quite manipulative when you want to be.

If someone loves you, you'll only believe their actions. Words don't mean a whole lot to you.

At work, you are a "people person." You're especially good at getting people to do what you want.

You would make a great salesperson, marketing director, or entrepreneur.

How you see yourself: Reasonable, proficient, and tough

How other people see you: Flaky, unrealistic, and untrustworthy

What's Your Personality Type?

Feeling: amused
Where: Upper East Side, New York

You Are a Burrito

You life large, and you're happiest when you're the center of attention.

You are popular and appealing. You are charming and naturally flirtatious.

You are a trendsetter. You're always trying something new, and you never get stuck in a rut.

You are open minded and adventurous. You love to mix seemingly random elements together.

What Mexican Food Are You?

Feeling: thirsty
Where: Manhattan, New York

08. Why am I dealing with this feeling?
I'm maxed out like a credit card.
I'll continue to be my worst enemy.
It's easy but it seems so hard.
You're near but you seem so far.
[Wasted & Ready – Ben Kweller]

James found himself left alone for the first time since he had been discharged home from hospital. Harri and his family seemed reluctant to leave him alone, which was understandable. But it was like he couldn't even scratch himself without an audience. It was well reminiscent to his previous stays in hospital, but he still found his brain was attempting to force him to think in solitude. He had to learn all over again that he wasn't alone or isolated in any more foreign environments or mindsets. It wasn't an easy lesson to learn and he was going to be getting visits from the SS psychologist to talk the mind blocks out in the coming weeks. But he was glad to be home, even if Harri's apartment just didn't seem to be somewhere he was managing to settle. It was hard because he was trying to feel normal again, like James, but he was in a place that didn't feel like home. Before the decision to return to his old life, he hadn't had the chance to settle here. He had been too disconnected from everything to have the opportunity. It was making things just that little bit more difficult for him.

( However, he was still James Campbell at heart. It was going to take a lot more than a coma to keep him down... )

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Word Count | 1,139

Feeling: hopeful
Where: Manhattan, New York

Chance You'll Live to 100: 52%

You've got a decent chance of living to 100, especially if you're still fairly young.

You take pretty good care of yourself, but you could always do better.

Get enough sleep and relax. Life isn't a race. The slower you go... the further you'll get.

Will You Live to 100?

Feeling: frustrated

20.3.4. Safe and sound

[Follows THIS | Simultaneous to THIS and THIS]

When Mark got to James' hospital room and saw his brother, his legs nearly gave way and he had to grab at the edge of the door to remain upright. "Jamie," he choked out as tears of relief and lingering shock started to fall. He managed to get to the bed without falling and caught James' face in his hands, fingers brushing over his brother's jaw to feel that he was there and he was alive. "Oh god, you're okay... you're really okay..." Mark sobbed and pulled his little brother into a hug, not caring about the tubes or the machines.

( James hadn't been able to formulate an expectation how he might react at this moment... )

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princeton2nyc universe. Mark is an NPC, so all mine.

Word Count | 1,270

Feeling: distressed
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Centre, New York City

My family are coming.

Here.

Time has never felt so slow in my life.

Feeling: scared
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Centre, New York City

13.1. “Please, understand, sometimes I can't choose what I work on. I can't follow through on a line of thinking just because I want to, or, or because it's needed. I have to work on what's in my head. And right now, this is what's in my head.”
| Numb3rs

Co-written with agentsullivan [Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Ali quietly approached James' hospital room and paused in the doorway. He appeared to be asleep, head turned slightly away and arm draped across his blanketed stomach. Even if she looked like some sort of rabid, crazed stalking perve, she watched him sleeping, her fingertips worrying her lower lip. He really was there and he was alive. She had to draw a breath and let out another sigh of relief. It was taking some time for everyone to process, and there was a large array of mixed emotions, but relief was like a secure embrace... that maybe - just maybe - things might be okay now. Ali had to keep reassuring herself he really was okay. Sitting in that crowded church at the memorial service was still so fresh in her mind. The wounds were deep and she just needed a bit more time to start to heal.

( In the pram before her, Jamie cooed and broke into a small wave of wet, baby sneezes... )

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Word Count | 1,711

Feeling: awake
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Centre, New York City

My niece is six months old this week. Six fucking months and I missed 99% of it because I had my head up my arse. When Ali posts things like this:

I know it's time my priorities changed. James is back. And I've just got to somehow figure out who he is now. First step, knowing how to be Uncle James.

~~I think that entitles me to comment on the hair, right? She looks like she's tuning into the North Pole with those knobs!~~

Feeling: determined
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Centre, New York City

Before I poke my eye out in frustration.

You Are Bicycling

You are an energetic, driven person. You try to live a good life.

You are industrious and determined. You happily and willingly do hard work.

You are deeply philosophical. You are concerned with doing things the best way.

You love freedom to explore and experiment. You don't like rules.

What Type of Transportation Are You?

Feeling: restless
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Centre, New York City

Non-prompt RP log with straight2point | Backdated to following THIS

James felt less like he had been hit by a bus when he woke the second time. 'Better' probably was a bit of a strong description, but it felt less like his head was being squished in a vice than when he woke and found Pierce at his bedside. He had actually thought he dreamt that, until Pierce eventually did touch his hand and James realised it was very real. He really had done it and he was back. That was a lot to try and absorb barely minutes after waking from a coma, and he had inevitably given into sleep all over again while his body and mind, and maybe even soul, tried to heal.

( This time, the lights didn't feel as bright, and the covers didn't feel as heavy. The beeping wasn't assaulting his senses, even if it was annoying. The beeping meant he was alive, which really was the only start he was hoping for... )

Word Count | 2,086

Feeling: groggy
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Centre, New York City

13.18. “Hey, you wanted to die. This would be a careful-what-you-wish-for moment.”
| Dollhouse

[Follows all recent posts by isabelowens, agentsullivan, straight2point and undercoverdoc]

Pierce had often heard stories of sick or injured people waiting for their family and friends to leave their bedside before they kicked the bucket. It was a phenomenon no one could really explain, but he had to agree with it on some level. Who would want a fucking audience when you sign out for good? It's not like there is anything glamorous about death. True to typical fucking form, though, James effing Campbell never did anything conventionally. He didn't wait until the string of sobbing widows left the room to kark it, he waited until they left to wake up, probably knowing full well they all wanted to be there when he did. Days and days of them barely leaving his side, and barely a minute after the blonde bombshell other half walks out of the room, there is progress.

( The telltale choking on the ventilator was the first warning that was noted, and came just when Pierce himself was about to leave the room... )

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Word Count | 810

Feeling: awake
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Centre, New York City

29.3. Careful
[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS and THIS]

Marc put a tremor-wracked hand up to the back of his neck and caught a droplet of sweat with his fingers before it slipped down to his shoulder, yet he shivered feverishly. It was the day after the ground-shaking talk with Izzy in Central Park and about four hours since Marc had spoken to Harri online. Twenty nine hours and counting since taking his last insulin injection. The clock was ticking, and it was almost like he could hear each turn of the second hand in his head. There was no disguise. No darkened hair, no contact lenses, no flashy clothing. Just track pants and a loose, old t-shirt any of the friends from his old life would recognise. A faded AC/DC concert shirt from the early eighties, limited edition. It was a gift from his brother and had been well-loved by the time Marc had even received it. Open on the coffee table in front of him was his old photo album, pictures of himself and David spreading across the page. A couple of stray tears spilt down his cheeks, but he pushed them away with the tips of his fingers. The choice had been well and truly made now. It was only a matter of time. Maybe it was failure, but it was failure in the face of things that just had to be more important to him.

( On the table beside the album, neatly laid out on the pristine glass tabletop, there was a small medicinal vial and an uncapped syringe... )

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Word Count | 1,304

Feeling: sick
Where: Manhattan, New York

You Need Friends to Be Happy

You are a friendly, social person. You seek out connections and relationships.

Being close to others is very important to you, and you don't like discord.

You feel great when you're cooperating and working with others. You enjoy belonging to a group.

Nothing makes you feel worse that feeling alone or alienated. You want to be liked by those around you.

What Do You Need to Be Happy?

Feeling: cynical
Where: Manhattan, New York

18.1.5. “Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.” - Unknown

Co-written with isabelowens
[Follows THIS and THIS but before THIS]

Marc had slept sporadically the night before, but at least he managed to get a bit of rest. He wasn't what could be called 'refreshed', but it was leaps and bounds on what he had been feeling in the past few days. The stress was inevitably taking it's toll and he felt a general malaise and weakness when the morning came. He tried to have a good breakfast to counteract it, but a piece and a half of toast in and he was practically gagging on it. The fruit, cereal and juice went untouched and he was trying to get the cup of tea down when Izzy's text message came asking him to meet her in Central Park at a place they used to go to brood over difficult and intricate cases. He had planned to spend the day in bed and turned her down to start with, but Izzy, as always, was persistent, which basically involved threatening his vital organs and calling him names. Just like old times.

( He couldn't be bothered with an intricate disguise. It was getting difficult for him to pull it off in his waning state of mind... )

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Word Count | 3,712

Feeling: blank
Where: Central Park, NYC

You Are the Dining Room

You love entertaining friends, and you're a good host. You enjoy getting lots of people together.

You like to do interesting, unusual things. You are most likely the social director in your group of friends.

You are ambitious and driven. You want to be the best person possible.

You are a bit of a show off. You don't mind letting people know how successful you've been in life.

What Room of the House Are You?

Feeling: indescribable
Where: New York City

05. But they'll still look in your eyes
To find the human inside
You know there's always something in there to see
[‘There’s Always Someone Cool Than You’ – Ben Folds]

Co-written with straight2point
[Follows THIS and THIS]

Marc beat Harri home, but only just. It gave him time to get out of his work clothes and have a long, piercing shower to try and compose himself for their talk. He was lacking so much sleep now that he was operating on auto-pilot. The only reason he was probably still eating was because he didn't want to land in hospital again. He washed all the hair dye out so his natural blond was back. The dark contacts were roughly discarded into the bin under the sink and he now stood in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still dripping wet, and just looked at himself.

At James.

( His eyes stung and he felt close to tears. He looked terrible. It wasn't James at all. It was a mere shadow of his former self... )

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Word Count | 2,625

Feeling: exhausted
Where: Manhattan, New York

18.2.4. Three little words

Co-written with straight2point
[Follows THIS]

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... )

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Word Count | 1,772

Feeling: drained
Where: Liverpool, United Kingdom

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
[Follows THIS and THIS]

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... )

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Word Count | 2,411

Feeling: discontent
Where: Liverpool, United Kingdom

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
[Follows THIS]

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

Feeling: shocked
Where: Liverpool, United Kingdom

28.6. Territorial

Co-written with isabelowens & undercoverdoc
[Follows THIS and THIS]

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

Feeling: determined
Where: En route to England

[Follows THIS]

LINK: Izzy didn't bother getting dressed up for meeting James. They were only going to be having a smoke in the hotel's bar. She'd left Ali when Jamie couldn't settle, letting her friend do the mother thing while Iz went back to her hotel to stress over Cameron and trying to work out if he was okay.

She still had on her sweats, t-shirt and a light jacket on. The barman gave her a funny look but she levelled him with a glare she used to give suspects as she found a seat near the back corner and waited.

She still had no idea what Campbell was to her any more, but she had the exact same craving to be close to him. How that was supposed to fit in her burgeoning feelings for her kismet lay, she didn't know...

Feeling: awake
Where: New York City

18.2.3. All you need is love

Co-written with isabelowens
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Izzy had stayed with Cameron until he'd had to go into the passenger lounge. She wrapped her jacket tighter around her body as she made her way back through the airport. With Cameron gone she was left alone with thoughts of James and Ali. Ali she could face, even if she wanted to yell at the woman for keeping the fact that James was alive from her. Of all the secrets to keep... Hadn't Ali learned from before that secret keeping amongst them never ended well? And the fact that Campbell had been babysitting Jamie! That meant he'd been in their lives long enough for Ali to trust him again.

Iz pushed her fingers through her hair, green eyes practically glued to the floor as she ignored the crowd around her. Maybe it was unfair to think Cameron would have kept her from feeling lonely again. Distractions only worked for so long. Plus he had his twin to think about, and his career. The situation with Pat made her wonder if she should contact Laura, but she'd leave it. One angst-filled reunion at a time. The one with Campbell had more than filled that quota for the week.

( She was jolted as she accidentally knocked her shoulder against someone and looked up to mumble an apology. Until she saw who it was... )

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Word Count | 4,065

Feeling: Hungover
Where: JFK Airport, New York

2.17. "Memories can be sad, but sometimes they can also save you."
- Takayuki Ikkaku

[Follows THIS]

He couldn’t get drunk, he couldn’t get drunk, he couldn’t get drunk—

Fuck it.

“Double vodka,” Marc ordered, biting the words out as he roughly pulled his wallet from his pocket and threw a hundred dollar bill onto the bar. The drink was in front of him before he had a chance to change his mind, the bartender clearly adept in patrons just like him. Marc pushed the fingers from both hands into his hairline, his elbows resting on the bar as he stared at the drink.

“Am I putting the hundred onto a tab, dude?” the bar tender asked, waving the note in the air with a smirk.

Marc merely offered him a slight and nodded. “Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, giving his fingers a dismissive flick so the guy would piss off and leave him alone. He exhaled slowly and heavily, trying to some how will his head to stop throbbing like someone had hit him. And they kind of did, only it was an emotional hit, reaching for more widely than just his head. He had no idea how he got through that day of babysitting after Izzy’s appearance. It didn’t end particularly well and Izzy eventually just left without many more words passing between them. He deserved everything he got, and he knew it, but at the same time, he had already been feeling like he was bordering on an emotional break down after the weight of everything seemed to want to compound on him all at once. Maybe he should have tried to find her so they could talk, but maybe he also had no idea what he could say to her. Nothing seemed to be enough. There was no way they were ever going to be friends again. But now it just felt like he was losing her all over again and this time, he was doubting his strength to get through it.

( He was a fucking bastard. He got that. He hurt them all. He ruined them all. Did it all for nothing more than just a job... )

Isabel Owens [

isabelowens], Harri Ryan [

straight2point], Ali Sullivan [

agentsullivan] and Alex Carter [

undercoverdoc] referenced with permission

Word Count | 1,016

Feeling: depressed
Where: Manhattan, New York

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musesandlyrics | 1.16. Star Trek quote
musebysentence | 3.1. Sex
just_1_word | 36.8. Hunger
musesandlyrics | 1.21. Lasso lyrics
just_muse_me | 23.9.6. Wedding Ring (Picture)
musebysentence | 10.7. Second chance
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musebysentence | 8.1. Hope
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musebysentence | 5.6. Memory
musebysentence | 1.12. New York City
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just_muse_me | 22.1.5. John A. Simone quote
just_muse_me | 22.6.1. TEN things that make you nervous
RP with isabelowens | Just like old times
RP LOG | Coitus Interruptus [with agentsullivan]
writers_muses | 94.2.C. Sigmund Freud quote
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muse_shuffle | June Disc One
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just_muse_me | 20.3.4. Safe and sound
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muses_w_remotes | 13.1. Numb3rs quote
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muses_w_remotes | 13.18. Dollhouse quote
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muse_shuffle | April Disc One
just_muse_me | 18.2.4. Three little words
musebyquotes | 2.5. Kathryn L. Nelson quote
muses_w_remotes | 13.11. Skins quote
just_1_word | 28.6. Territorial
Secret smoke | RP with isabelowens
just_muse_me | 18.2.3. All you need is love
musebyquotes | 2.17. Takayuki Ikkaku quote

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