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Title: Healing
Author: [info]desecrets
Characters: Alex, Yassen
Rating: Err, G?
Word Count: 995
Summary: Not everyone is cut out for tranquility.
Warning(s): Spoilers for Eagle Strike and some mild AU.
Author's Notes: First fic in this fandom.^^ I'm afraid it's unbetaed as I found no-one to do it. Sorry.

Alex sees him as he passes the old central station, just as the other man is taking the last of the broad steps that lead to the newer glass and concrete building. His heart stops in his chest. The winter sun is beating down sharply and he squints upwards, his eyes watering, needing to be sure.

This isn’t the first time. He tried to mention it to Mrs. Jones, not intending to ever go back to them but still feeling that she ought to know – but he’d felt ridiculously like MacGyver proclaiming Murdoc immortal and even at the time he sensed that she didn’t believe him. Angry and ashamed and doubting his own instincts he’d left and never come back.

But this time he knows he’s not wrong. He would honestly recognize that posture anywhere. His heart’s resumed beating at double pace. This is Oslo! Alex himself has come here for peace, because he has no connections to this place whatsoever and it seemed like a good place to go if you have a knack for attracting trouble. The city has never even had a terrorist attack. So what the hell, he thinks with a strange lightheadedness, is a guy like you doing in a place like this?

He waits until the fair-haired man has just disappeared from sight, then follows. As he rubs his hands together against the biting cold he wonders if Yassen feels at home here, amid the snow and the lethal frozen pavements. It seems to suit his temperament.

At the top of the stairs he has just time to spot Yassen entering the station building across the square, past the lounging teens and the sagging junkies. He makes his way past them without a sideways glance, and as the sliding doors close behind him he looks around quickly, searching for the familiar silhouette.

Nothing. He’s not here.

Alex feels himself begin to panic – if there’s one thing worse than suddenly seeing Yassen Gregorovich it’s suddenly not seeing him. He scans the crowds again, to both sides, even turns and casts a glance back outside in case he somehow missed him. He’s not there, not on the escalator… perhaps he’s gone up? But Alex was right behind him, he would have had to elbow his way up, and Yassen isn’t the type to attract attention if he has any other alternative.

Alex bites back a frustrated groan. He’s losing valuable seconds. The escalator is his best bet, so he winds his way between the travelers as carefully as he can until he reaches the top, but here the station hall spans out before him in its entirety, with a new and bigger crowd going to and fro with bags, trying to find their track. Not one of them looks familiar. Against his will, his heart sinks. There are too many people. Yassen could vanish in an empty room; Alex will never be able to find him in here.

Cursing softly he turns and heads for the escalator that will take him back down, walking slowly, still letting his eyes rake over the dozens of strangers, hoping against hope. Eventually, he has to admit to himself that he’s lost the man. He feels like kicking himself. How could he have been so slow to react? It was Yassen, his every instinct told him so, and he should know to trust his gut feeling by now, screw what anyone else says. He can’t help a bitter half-smile. Mrs. Jones, Jack… they both looked so worried when he told them, and at first he’d thought they were being reasonable – but then he realized they were worried about him.

Jack had seemed to think he was imagining this because he was obsessed with Yassen – unable to let his previous life go, or unwilling. Or perhaps it was because Yassen was the only real link he’d ever had to his parents? Mrs. Jones had looked at him earnestly and told him in the gentlest voice she could manage that he needed to move on, that perhaps retirement was a good idea – he could go on holiday, rest, give himself time to heal.

Making his way out of the train station and back into the snow, he scoffs, but he can’t help a small gnawing doubt, the same that assails him every time. It’s been stronger lately. He did see the man die. He still remembers the curious look his eyes had, as the usual sharpness slowly drained out. Maybe all that killing or being killed finally did something to his 14 year old brain. He’s been responsible for more deaths in the name of Britain than most of the country’s murder convicts – is it so unlikely that he finally snapped, that he keeps seeing Yassen because he wants to see him? Maybe he should take someone else’s advice for once, and see a therapist.

His phone vibrates against his thigh – Jack’s always nagging now – and he pulls it out and opens the text absently, too preoccupied to be annoyed as he glances at the display. It takes him a moment to realize what he’s seeing.

You look unwell. I hope you did not expect retirement to magically cure you?

Alex freezes, staring from side to side frantically, barely noticing that a man walks into him from behind. Naturally there’s nothing to see. His heart thumping, he turns his attention back to his phone, his mouth feeling cotton dry. The number isn’t withheld.

As he presses the call button and lifts the phone to his ear he pinches himself with his other shaking hand, reeling and needing to know that this is real, and the reassuring pain makes a flare of hope burst in his chest. And when he hears the familiar voice on the other end of the line, softly accented English seeping under his skin and filling up the silent void, he’s unable to keep from smiling, because this, finally, is what he’s been missing.


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Um, yes! This is how Yassen comes back! I love this!!!

First, the reference to MacGyver (*glee*) and then the smile at the end. Perfect. :P

Also, welcome to the comm! :)

Thankyou! Seems like every fanfic author in this fandom has their take on that scene. I'm glad you liked this one. :D

(The MacGyver ref wanted to be included. *closet fan*)

Thanks.^^

Ah, but this one is just plain gorgeous. :P

I love MacGyver. We used to have to talk my little brother into watching Stargate instead by saying, "He was Mac, but now he's back, as Jack!"

/geek

Thankyouu. 8D

Lol! I never watched that. But Mac is awesome.

*stares* Never.... seen... Stargate?!

lol. Sorry, I'm just a hopeless little Stargate geek. :P

Very, very nice! :)

I loved that it's open until the end whether Alex is suffering from hallucinations/wishful thinking, and his panicked search through the station for a glimpse of Yassen.

The ending is beautiful, because it's not just proof to Alex that Yassen is alive (yay!), but also that Alex isn't going bonkers.

And I'm utterly in love with

As he rubs his hands together against the biting cold he wonders if Yassen feels at home here, amid the snow and the lethal frozen pavements.


Thankyou! I wanted to keep it a little open, it's nice to hear it worked out. (Somehow this fandom seems to want at least two spoonfuls of angst in every fic.)

I'm very glad you liked this.^^ Also because you wrote two of my favorite Harry Potter fics, so I'm a teensy bit starstruck.

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You shouldn't be nervous. This was a wonderful piece to read. I think secretly deep down we all hope that Yassen is alive. Very healing indeed. Absolutely lovely. :D

Thank you very much!<3
And yes, of course we do. Yassen is far too awesome to be dead. :D

Lovely drabble!
I especially like this line

if there’s one thing worse than suddenly seeing Yassen Gregorovich it’s suddenly not seeing him.

Thankyou! ^^ I'm glad you liked it.

Lol, AR brings out my dry humor.

Hooray for de-anoning and posting awesome fic! :D

This was lovely, particularly your descriptions and this line in particular: if there’s one thing worse than suddenly seeing Yassen Gregorovich it’s suddenly not seeing him.

Yay! :D Thankyou!

*bows* I'm glad you liked it. ^^

Brilliant and completely in character I can totally imagine Alex doing exactly that.

Probably an annoyingly late reply, but I hate leaving comments hanging: Thankyou very much.<3

No problem I'm horriable at being on time too. ;)

Just reread the fic and comments and I've got to agree with nuclearxsquid "if there’s one thing worse than suddenly seeing Yassen Gregorovich it’s suddenly not seeing him." is brilliant.

I also love "Yassen could vanish in an empty room; Alex will never be able to find him in here." and other little snippets like "Yassen isn’t the type to attract attention if he has any other alternative." it really shows how much those two understand each other.


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