Fanfic: Infinite Truths, Infinite Possibilities (het/gen/slash)
Title: Infinite Truths, Infinite Possibilities
Author: Iolana Khenemet
Rating: MA (R - NC-17)
Fandom: James Bond (Goldeneye)
Pairing: 006/007 in last part (slash), the rest is het, gen
Summary: Five things that never happened to Alec Trevelyan
Warnings: adult themes
Feedback: yes
Betas: none yet
Disclaimer: James Bond is the creation of Ian Fleming. The characters in the story are the property of Ian Fleming and the filming companies that produce Bond Films (United Artists, MGM, Eon). No copyright infringement intended. No profit is gained by this work.
Written for fic_inspiration challenge: 5 things that never happened to...
Since he had entered the Soviet chemical weapons facility at Archangel'sk, Alec Trevelyan had been prepared for his "capture." Now, with the countdown running down, he was only seconds away from defection and freedom from her Majesty's service.
Kneeling under Ourumov's gun, he shouted "For England, James!" to keep up the brave facade of an agent captured while he was prepared to flip over and play dead to the world the moment the blank was fired.
Ourumov pulled the trigger. Unprepared for the pain, Trevelyan screamed when the bullet hit his shoulder and the sheer force of the close-range shot slammed him on the concrete. Gasping and clutching his right shoulder in pain, he stared at the Soviet Colonel in shocked disbelieve.
The bastard enjoyed his betrayal; a smug grin was plastered on his face when he pointed the gun at Trevelyan again. "Up!" he ordered, "Back on your knees!"
Trevelyan struggled to obey, breathing hard, his mind spinning.
"You," Ourumov shouted at Bond, "toss your weapon away, hold your hands over your head and come here immediately! There're a few more places in the human body where a bullet causes maximum pain but minimum damage."
The sound of Bond's weapon impacting with the ground seemed to fill the entire room. Then 007 stepped from his cover and moved next to Alec.
"You'll pay for this, Colonel," Bond said almost as casual as he greeted people in the street but his voice carried a hard sound underneath. Then he knelt down next to Alec while the soldiers circled them.
Out of the corners of his eyes Alec saw Bond look at him but he could not face him.
Ourumov smiled. "No, you'll pay. Or rather your employer, for you're a wonderful bargaining chip." He signalled his soldiers to grab them, and Alec bit back a scream when they forced his arms up behind his back.
"Bring them down!"
They were escorted into an elevator and then down a long corridor. Alec's heart beat raced when they pushed him into a room, separating him and Bond.
Before he could take in much of his surroundings, Ourumov entered. Seeing red, Alec lurched forward to kill, only to be brutally yanked back by the two guards. Pain shot from his shoulder through his body. A fist connected with his stomach and the next moment he was on his knees, throwing up.
When his stomach stopped reeling, he found his arms tied not only behind his back but also chained to something solid above him. This way, he was forced to remain kneeling on the floor and to bend his upper body forward if he did not want to feel incredible pain. The guards had disappeared, he was alone with Ourumov.
"Let's make one thing very clear, Trevelyan. I'm more than willing to get rid of the two of you. But you're worth much more alive. I'll arrange for you to be exchanged - both of you. And then you'll work for me within MI-6. You'll do whatever I tell you to. Don't think I do not have proof of what you did here today, Alec. The moment you betray me will be the moment your 'M' receives a few very nice files about you."
Alec glared up at Ourumov. How he wished to throttle him until the sickening smile of superiority disappeared from his face. Instead he spat at the Colonel's feet, hitting his left boot.
The Colonel's hand shot forward faster then Alec had thought possible. A vicious yank at the chains made Alec scream. Sweat broke from every pore of his body.
The boot was shoved against his mouth. "Lick it off!"
Briefly Alec considered disobeying but another pull on the chain brought tears to his eyes. From the excruciating pain he felt, Alec suspected that the bullet had gone straight through the shoulder.
Humiliated, he did as he was ordered. He swirled his tongue over the boot where his spittle had insulted its owner, tasting dirt and shoe polish.
"Better." Ourumov let go of the chain and petted his hair. "Consider your situation well." He opened the door. "Guards!"
They bound Alec's hands in front of him before pushing him into a cell next to Bond. He hit the floor hard. Moaning in pain, he pressed his eyes shut and waited for another wave of nausea to pass. He looked up again when his former friend called his name.
Bond's appearance was slightly ruffled but otherwise as normal as ever, only with an expression of worry in his eyes. "How's your shoulder?"
Alec could not stifle the short burst of bitter laughter. What an irony - here he was, the traitor of their friendship, and Bond cared for him just as before. But 007 had no reason to suspect anything, at least not yet... "It damn hurts."
Bond cursed. "They left it untreated?" he asked grimly, without really expecting to hear otherwise.
Alec just nodded.
"Let me see."
Despite of what he had done to his friend, Alec moved close to the steel bars separating them so that Bond was only inches away from him. Alec gritted his teeth when James pulled the clothes away from the wound, a not so easy task with James' hands being tied as well.
James' fingers probed gently at the flesh surrounding the entry wound, careful not to touch the wound itself. "Turn around."
Alec gasped when James peeled the fabric away from his back.
"Exit wound," James murmured, examining it as best as he could. His fingers came away tinged red. He ripped his sleeve into strips. "And it seems that they deactivated the detonators because we should have felt an explosion minutes ago. This mission has been a complete failure."
Pained and with blood seeping from his shoulder, Alec leant his head against the steel bars. "I'm sorry," he whispered, not sure what he regretted most.
The illuminated figures of Trevelyan's watch proved that Bond was overdue. Had something gone wrong? Hopefully not, an alarm now would make things so much more difficult because except for Ourumov, no one knew that Alec intended to defect today. Once more he peered through the grate of the air vent shaft before shifting back between the racks and shelves to hide in the dark.
The door of the dimly lit room opened and closed when someone entered, someone who did not bother to turn on the lights. Immediately, Trevelyan was on edge. "James," he whispered, and when the person turned to follow the light sound, Alec took advantage of the surprise element and jumped from his cover. Weapon drawn and aiming at the other man, he shouted in Russian, "Where have you been? Where are your companions?"
"I’m alone." James tone was calm and collected.
Relieved and amused, Alec Trevelyan lowered the gun and stepped forward into the light. James had no idea how alone he was, but that was his own fault for his "always the mission first attitude." Somewhat sad Alec replied, "Aren’t we all? You're -"
"No."
Alec blinked, taken aback by the seriousness of James' voice.
"No, we're not," James continued and dragged him into a hidden corner.
Alec tensed. Did James suspect something? "We're already late, 007."
"Well…" James ran a hand through his hair. "I probably shouldn't tell you this right now. But with the low success rate they've predicted for this mission, I feel you should know."
Know? "Tell me what?"
Bond sighed. "You're going to be a father. Apparently, Irina Semenov arranged her defection from the Soviet Union because she wanted her child to grow up in freedom. MI-6 had it confirmed that the child is yours."
Strong arms steadied Alec when dizziness swept over him and sent the room spinning. "A child." Not now, not when he was so close to execute his plans for revenge, when he had arranged his defection. Irina? It could be…How ironic, that she should have left Russia for Britain just now.
"Yes." Abruptly the wide grin on Bond's face faded. "You'd probably want to think twice now before pulling your little pranks like drawing a gun on me."
Alec just stared at him, not really seeing him. Did he want his child to grow up half-orphaned?
"Alec?"
No, a child changed everything. He had to cancel his defection, he had to rearrange, he -. Alec drew a deep breath. "Let's finish this as fast as possible. We're already late - and I've the feeling they're expecting us…"
Years after Alec's defection at Archangel'sk, he and James met again in St. Petersburg among the symbols of an era gone by. It mirrored their friendship - once glorious, now in ruins.
The gun in James' hand was just as symbolic, good old Walther PPK, raised now and ready for use.
"Oh, please James. Put it away. It’s insulting to think I haven’t anticipated your every move." For a second, Janus gaze flickered over at the sniper hiding in the shadows of the forgotten and damaged statues. Good, the man was alert, and his weapon aimed.
Bond lowered his gun and said, "Yes…and now you're insulting me."
What?!
007 moved his head abruptly, a signal to someone, probably a back-up.
Before Alec could draw his gun, the sniper fired. Surprised Janus stared at the tranquilliser dart protruding from his chest. He pulled at it weakly while falling to his knees. "Traitor," he whispered and lost consciousness.
Janus awoke in cuffs and shackles. A quick glance confirmed his worst fears; the cell was small with a minimum of furniture and a maximum of security. The ceiling was too high to touch and he counted five cameras up there. Three solid walls blocked his freedom and the forth was made of security glass - unbreakable as far as he knew - so that he was observable 24/7.
And he was watched right now. He rose as fast as his bounds and his protesting body allowed and stared at the woman on the other side. He had always believed in first impressions. The woman had grey hair, a fitting suit and cold eyes. She was a calculator and a bird of prey, an interesting mixture, and a lot of steel underneath.
"Welcome home, Mr. Trevelyan. I'm M."
A cold fire burnt in his soul when he lifted his chin with the pride of a people betrayed and long dead. Full of contempt he spat at her face.Although it harmlessly dripped down the separating glass wall, the message was clear. M pressed her lips together but Alec just turned his back on her. The blood of his parents still screamed for revenge.
The moment Bond slammed into Grishenko and himself, Janus realised that it was not a desperate attack to rescue the girl and to kill him. Aiming his gun around, Janus found Bond and Natalia ducking behind some cover, and they had to be doing so for a purpose…
Then realisation struck like a bucket of cold water. Something had flown past him, something small - the pen, and it had flown over to where the liquid had been spilled. Janus shouted, "Secure the area, move away from section 14." He braced himself for whatever was to come.
Nothing happened. The head of the Janus syndicate raised an eyebrow. Still pointing his gun at Bond, he smiled. "Nice try, James." Janus gestured his guards over. "Bind them!"
The guards dragged Bond and the girl out of their hiding spot and cuffed them to a handrail.
Janus turned to Grishenko. "Break her codes. And don't get distracted again."
Grishenko protested, "I’m fixing it!"
Janus called one of his soldiers. "If he moves, kill him."
The gun now aimed at his head put Boris under enough pressure. "Bingo!" he shouted moments later.
The Goldeneye satellite moved back on his course.
"One minutes until he's over London."
Janus laughed and looked over at Bond, who pulled at the cuffs helplessly and enraged. Smiling, Janus hit the enter key for the bank transaction. Billions of Pounds were transferred from the bank of England to his account. "Payment for every single soul betrayed."
Seconds later, Misha fired. The Goldeneye Effect would now wipe all electronic data in London.
Alec revelled in the power he wielded. But the moment was over far too soon. Tiny dots on one of the monitors showed enemy forces closing in on his base. It was time to leave. Janus ordered, "All hands, self-destruction will be executed in 30 minutes. Follow the drill."
Bond stared at him and shouted, "I'll kill you! No matter how long it will take, I'll hunt you down!"
"James, James. You won't have an opportunity to hunt me. You see, the two of you will be my trophies, so to speak." Janus turned to three soldiers. "Take the prisoners!"
The Janus syndicate left through hidden passageways and was off Cuba when the secret base blew up.
Two weeks later Janus had settled down in his heavily-guarded estate. He took the latest newspaper from the pile next to him. All of them had the same news on the front page: London back in the Stone Age; Great Britain under Attack, British Economy ruined; Chaos ruling the streets of London. Sipping at his glass of Champaign, Janus smiled at Natalia, who was kneeling a few feet away. He pulled at the golden leash connected to the fine leather collar and forced her to crawl over. "I told you, my dear, you might even learn to like me. The day will come soon."
Alec looked over at James, whom he had chained to a Roman pillar. "Newspaper, James?" He laughed, fully enjoying himself. Truly, to the victor went the spoils.
Trevelyan had always suspected that they would send Bond after him. But while he had taken precautions, he had not really expected to fight him on the train. Now 007 aimed his Walther PPK directly at him and the only thing that prevented Janus form being shot was Ourumov holding Bond's girl hostage.
"Ourumov, what has this Cossack promised you?" asked Bond suddenly.
Janus glanced over at Ourumov, whose gaze flickered from Bond to Trevelyan. Clever James…always try to divide your opponents, even by pointing out ethnic differences.
Bond continued, "You knew, didn’t you? He’s a Lienz Cossack."
"It’s in the past." Trevelyan said to end the discussion. He had always steered clear of this subject, knowing that Ourumov had a habit to place the blame for assassinations and the likes on ethnic minorities.
"He’ll betray you! Just like everyone else."
Behind his calm exterior, Trevelyan was fuming. How dared Bond call his people traitors? It had been the Brits who had beaten the Cossacks on freight trains at Lienz to deliver them to get slaughtered by Stalin's troops. Alec felt Ourumov's gaze stab his back, when the General asked, "Is this true?"
Brusquely he said, "What’s true is that in 48 hours you and I will have more money than God. And Mr. Bond here will have a small memorial service, with only Moneypenny and a few tearful colleagues in attendance. So, what’s the choice, James? Two targets, time enough for only one shot - the girl or the mission?"
Bond tried to pull one of his bluffs. "Kill her. She means nothing to me."
"See you in hell, James," Alec bluffed back, telling Bond that he fully intended the threat.
Everything seemed to happen at once. The same moment Bond spun around to shoot Ourumov, the General turned as well. Both men fired. Sensing Ourumov's betrayal more than seeing it, Alec reacted instinctively and almost too late. The bullet meant for his heart slammed high into his left shoulder. He fell to his knees.
Ourumov staggered back, hurt but alive and dragged Siminova with him to the next coach. Bond turned, only to be hit in the upper chest by Xenia's Mawashi-Geri kick. While Bond hit the wall behind him, Xenia followed the General.
Alec had just struggled to his feet and taken a step forward. He froze when a gun was pressed against his head.
"Game over!" Bond said.
But before 007 could fire, the thick armour plates Janus had added as a special extra to the train slid over the windows and door. "One-inch armor plating. What's the meaning of this?" Bond asked.
"We're locked in together."
Bond pressed the muzzle harder against Janus' temple. "Be more precise."
"It's meant to trap invaders and can only be opened from outside this coach."
Bond moved behind him, without taking the gun away. "Move, slowly. No tricks!"
When Janus gazed sideways at the rifle still lying on the floor, Bond grabbed his injured arm and pushed it up behind his back. Alec screamed, just once because he did not want to give Bond any more satisfaction than he already had.
"I said no tricks!" Bond snarled. "Kneel!"
Then handcuffs slid around Janus' wrists; two clicks later he was chained to the furniture. Twisting his hands, he tried to find a way to get out of them or to use his watch while Bond was checking every door. He cannot help but watch James move. It were the same precise movements Janus remembered, movements telling of a lifetime of experience, movements he had secretly watched without James noticing. He had missed them.
Methodically, Bond looked at the roof, searching with his hands for a weakness in the armor or a crack.
Bond let his arm sink down when Ourumov's voice was transmitted into the coach. "Gentlemen, we've taken off with the Robinson helicopter. I regret to inform you, Janus, that I don't think I should trust you. To be fair, the timers are set for three minutes, the same time the two of you used to blow up the Archangel'sk facility."
Janus cursed, "Bloody Bastard!"
"Bad luck choosing your friends?" Bond remarked sarcastically. He banged on the wall to see how thick the metal was there. "How do we get out?"
"Hardly any of your business."
Bond grabbed Alec's hair and pulled his head back so much it hurt. "You realise that you have nothing left? No revenge, no friends, no backup, nothing. The only thing you still have is your life. So which part of this coach is the most vulnerable?"
Janus was breathing hard. Not that he would mind blowing Bond to pieces, but was that worth dying for? He still remembered the explosion at Archangel'sk, the fire tearing into his face…"Why should I tell you?"
"Time's short." Bond paused. "Tell me, and I'll take you out of here before this explodes. Besides, I don't know where they are heading. Deal?"
"Try the floor," Alec said gruffly.
Bond let go of his hair. He ripped at the carpet and took off his watch, without doubt to use the laser.
"You won't get far with only one laser; the armour is too thick. Take my watch as well."
"I didn't expect you to keep it." 007 removed Alec's watch and knelt down to burn through the floor. "Thirty seconds...!"
"Twenty seconds...!" Bond jumped on the floor, trying to push out the rectangular plate he had cut. One last kick and the metal finally yielded. Bond spun around, freed Alec from the furniture but cuffed him immediately again and grabbed his arm. "Come on!"
The two of them climbed through the hole in the floor, rolled out from under the train and sprinted for dear life. The blast of the explosion caught up with them, knocked them off their feet and slammed them on the ground.
Dark spots danced in front of Alec's eyes. The impact had jarred (?) his shoulder and the blood loss was doing its share as well. The train, his home for the past six years, was burning. Lost, everything he had built was ashes in the wind.
A moment later, Alec was pushed down hard when James threw himself on top of him and James' full weight pressed him to the floor.
"You swore an oath, Alec. 'Semper fidelis,' always loyal, and 'till death do as part,' remember?" Bond grabbed Alec's shoulders and shook him, slamming him down on the ground repeatedly.
With his hands cuffed behind his back, there wasn't much he could do to stop James. Alec gasped for breath but he just did not have enough air to shout, much less to speak. Not knowing what else to do, he ground his hips into James' cock, hoping for the same reaction this had provoked so many years ago.
It worked. James gasped and stopped shaking him, held him just down instead. It worked too well, because James rubbed his body against Alec, who was unprepared for his own feelings. The passion Alec had sacrificed years ago stirred in him when James' erect cock moved against his belly muscles while the familiar smell of his aftershave engulfed him. Within a few seconds, he was hard himself. Light-headed, he arched his back to follow James' body, when his ex-lover retreated slightly.
Their gazes locked. James' eyes were still as blue as glaciers but Alec had nearly forgotten what they looked like with desire burning in James. When James kissed him, it was not with gentleness but with brutal force. He pushed his tongue in to conquer Alec, allowing no resistance.
But Alec was already lost in his desires, craving the merest touch of the body he had so long missed. He moaned into James' mouth and writhed under him, trying to get even more contact.
However, Alec did not get more yet. When exhaustion and blood loss pushed him over the edge of consciousness, he sank into darkness hoping to find azure passion staring down on him when he woke.
Author: Iolana Khenemet
Rating: MA (R - NC-17)
Fandom: James Bond (Goldeneye)
Pairing: 006/007 in last part (slash), the rest is het, gen
Summary: Five things that never happened to Alec Trevelyan
Warnings: adult themes
Feedback: yes
Betas: none yet
Disclaimer: James Bond is the creation of Ian Fleming. The characters in the story are the property of Ian Fleming and the filming companies that produce Bond Films (United Artists, MGM, Eon). No copyright infringement intended. No profit is gained by this work.
Written for fic_inspiration challenge: 5 things that never happened to...
Since he had entered the Soviet chemical weapons facility at Archangel'sk, Alec Trevelyan had been prepared for his "capture." Now, with the countdown running down, he was only seconds away from defection and freedom from her Majesty's service.
Kneeling under Ourumov's gun, he shouted "For England, James!" to keep up the brave facade of an agent captured while he was prepared to flip over and play dead to the world the moment the blank was fired.
Ourumov pulled the trigger. Unprepared for the pain, Trevelyan screamed when the bullet hit his shoulder and the sheer force of the close-range shot slammed him on the concrete. Gasping and clutching his right shoulder in pain, he stared at the Soviet Colonel in shocked disbelieve.
The bastard enjoyed his betrayal; a smug grin was plastered on his face when he pointed the gun at Trevelyan again. "Up!" he ordered, "Back on your knees!"
Trevelyan struggled to obey, breathing hard, his mind spinning.
"You," Ourumov shouted at Bond, "toss your weapon away, hold your hands over your head and come here immediately! There're a few more places in the human body where a bullet causes maximum pain but minimum damage."
The sound of Bond's weapon impacting with the ground seemed to fill the entire room. Then 007 stepped from his cover and moved next to Alec.
"You'll pay for this, Colonel," Bond said almost as casual as he greeted people in the street but his voice carried a hard sound underneath. Then he knelt down next to Alec while the soldiers circled them.
Out of the corners of his eyes Alec saw Bond look at him but he could not face him.
Ourumov smiled. "No, you'll pay. Or rather your employer, for you're a wonderful bargaining chip." He signalled his soldiers to grab them, and Alec bit back a scream when they forced his arms up behind his back.
"Bring them down!"
They were escorted into an elevator and then down a long corridor. Alec's heart beat raced when they pushed him into a room, separating him and Bond.
Before he could take in much of his surroundings, Ourumov entered. Seeing red, Alec lurched forward to kill, only to be brutally yanked back by the two guards. Pain shot from his shoulder through his body. A fist connected with his stomach and the next moment he was on his knees, throwing up.
When his stomach stopped reeling, he found his arms tied not only behind his back but also chained to something solid above him. This way, he was forced to remain kneeling on the floor and to bend his upper body forward if he did not want to feel incredible pain. The guards had disappeared, he was alone with Ourumov.
"Let's make one thing very clear, Trevelyan. I'm more than willing to get rid of the two of you. But you're worth much more alive. I'll arrange for you to be exchanged - both of you. And then you'll work for me within MI-6. You'll do whatever I tell you to. Don't think I do not have proof of what you did here today, Alec. The moment you betray me will be the moment your 'M' receives a few very nice files about you."
Alec glared up at Ourumov. How he wished to throttle him until the sickening smile of superiority disappeared from his face. Instead he spat at the Colonel's feet, hitting his left boot.
The Colonel's hand shot forward faster then Alec had thought possible. A vicious yank at the chains made Alec scream. Sweat broke from every pore of his body.
The boot was shoved against his mouth. "Lick it off!"
Briefly Alec considered disobeying but another pull on the chain brought tears to his eyes. From the excruciating pain he felt, Alec suspected that the bullet had gone straight through the shoulder.
Humiliated, he did as he was ordered. He swirled his tongue over the boot where his spittle had insulted its owner, tasting dirt and shoe polish.
"Better." Ourumov let go of the chain and petted his hair. "Consider your situation well." He opened the door. "Guards!"
They bound Alec's hands in front of him before pushing him into a cell next to Bond. He hit the floor hard. Moaning in pain, he pressed his eyes shut and waited for another wave of nausea to pass. He looked up again when his former friend called his name.
Bond's appearance was slightly ruffled but otherwise as normal as ever, only with an expression of worry in his eyes. "How's your shoulder?"
Alec could not stifle the short burst of bitter laughter. What an irony - here he was, the traitor of their friendship, and Bond cared for him just as before. But 007 had no reason to suspect anything, at least not yet... "It damn hurts."
Bond cursed. "They left it untreated?" he asked grimly, without really expecting to hear otherwise.
Alec just nodded.
"Let me see."
Despite of what he had done to his friend, Alec moved close to the steel bars separating them so that Bond was only inches away from him. Alec gritted his teeth when James pulled the clothes away from the wound, a not so easy task with James' hands being tied as well.
James' fingers probed gently at the flesh surrounding the entry wound, careful not to touch the wound itself. "Turn around."
Alec gasped when James peeled the fabric away from his back.
"Exit wound," James murmured, examining it as best as he could. His fingers came away tinged red. He ripped his sleeve into strips. "And it seems that they deactivated the detonators because we should have felt an explosion minutes ago. This mission has been a complete failure."
Pained and with blood seeping from his shoulder, Alec leant his head against the steel bars. "I'm sorry," he whispered, not sure what he regretted most.
The illuminated figures of Trevelyan's watch proved that Bond was overdue. Had something gone wrong? Hopefully not, an alarm now would make things so much more difficult because except for Ourumov, no one knew that Alec intended to defect today. Once more he peered through the grate of the air vent shaft before shifting back between the racks and shelves to hide in the dark.
The door of the dimly lit room opened and closed when someone entered, someone who did not bother to turn on the lights. Immediately, Trevelyan was on edge. "James," he whispered, and when the person turned to follow the light sound, Alec took advantage of the surprise element and jumped from his cover. Weapon drawn and aiming at the other man, he shouted in Russian, "Where have you been? Where are your companions?"
"I’m alone." James tone was calm and collected.
Relieved and amused, Alec Trevelyan lowered the gun and stepped forward into the light. James had no idea how alone he was, but that was his own fault for his "always the mission first attitude." Somewhat sad Alec replied, "Aren’t we all? You're -"
"No."
Alec blinked, taken aback by the seriousness of James' voice.
"No, we're not," James continued and dragged him into a hidden corner.
Alec tensed. Did James suspect something? "We're already late, 007."
"Well…" James ran a hand through his hair. "I probably shouldn't tell you this right now. But with the low success rate they've predicted for this mission, I feel you should know."
Know? "Tell me what?"
Bond sighed. "You're going to be a father. Apparently, Irina Semenov arranged her defection from the Soviet Union because she wanted her child to grow up in freedom. MI-6 had it confirmed that the child is yours."
Strong arms steadied Alec when dizziness swept over him and sent the room spinning. "A child." Not now, not when he was so close to execute his plans for revenge, when he had arranged his defection. Irina? It could be…How ironic, that she should have left Russia for Britain just now.
"Yes." Abruptly the wide grin on Bond's face faded. "You'd probably want to think twice now before pulling your little pranks like drawing a gun on me."
Alec just stared at him, not really seeing him. Did he want his child to grow up half-orphaned?
"Alec?"
No, a child changed everything. He had to cancel his defection, he had to rearrange, he -. Alec drew a deep breath. "Let's finish this as fast as possible. We're already late - and I've the feeling they're expecting us…"
Years after Alec's defection at Archangel'sk, he and James met again in St. Petersburg among the symbols of an era gone by. It mirrored their friendship - once glorious, now in ruins.
The gun in James' hand was just as symbolic, good old Walther PPK, raised now and ready for use.
"Oh, please James. Put it away. It’s insulting to think I haven’t anticipated your every move." For a second, Janus gaze flickered over at the sniper hiding in the shadows of the forgotten and damaged statues. Good, the man was alert, and his weapon aimed.
Bond lowered his gun and said, "Yes…and now you're insulting me."
What?!
007 moved his head abruptly, a signal to someone, probably a back-up.
Before Alec could draw his gun, the sniper fired. Surprised Janus stared at the tranquilliser dart protruding from his chest. He pulled at it weakly while falling to his knees. "Traitor," he whispered and lost consciousness.
Janus awoke in cuffs and shackles. A quick glance confirmed his worst fears; the cell was small with a minimum of furniture and a maximum of security. The ceiling was too high to touch and he counted five cameras up there. Three solid walls blocked his freedom and the forth was made of security glass - unbreakable as far as he knew - so that he was observable 24/7.
And he was watched right now. He rose as fast as his bounds and his protesting body allowed and stared at the woman on the other side. He had always believed in first impressions. The woman had grey hair, a fitting suit and cold eyes. She was a calculator and a bird of prey, an interesting mixture, and a lot of steel underneath.
"Welcome home, Mr. Trevelyan. I'm M."
A cold fire burnt in his soul when he lifted his chin with the pride of a people betrayed and long dead. Full of contempt he spat at her face.Although it harmlessly dripped down the separating glass wall, the message was clear. M pressed her lips together but Alec just turned his back on her. The blood of his parents still screamed for revenge.
The moment Bond slammed into Grishenko and himself, Janus realised that it was not a desperate attack to rescue the girl and to kill him. Aiming his gun around, Janus found Bond and Natalia ducking behind some cover, and they had to be doing so for a purpose…
Then realisation struck like a bucket of cold water. Something had flown past him, something small - the pen, and it had flown over to where the liquid had been spilled. Janus shouted, "Secure the area, move away from section 14." He braced himself for whatever was to come.
Nothing happened. The head of the Janus syndicate raised an eyebrow. Still pointing his gun at Bond, he smiled. "Nice try, James." Janus gestured his guards over. "Bind them!"
The guards dragged Bond and the girl out of their hiding spot and cuffed them to a handrail.
Janus turned to Grishenko. "Break her codes. And don't get distracted again."
Grishenko protested, "I’m fixing it!"
Janus called one of his soldiers. "If he moves, kill him."
The gun now aimed at his head put Boris under enough pressure. "Bingo!" he shouted moments later.
The Goldeneye satellite moved back on his course.
"One minutes until he's over London."
Janus laughed and looked over at Bond, who pulled at the cuffs helplessly and enraged. Smiling, Janus hit the enter key for the bank transaction. Billions of Pounds were transferred from the bank of England to his account. "Payment for every single soul betrayed."
Seconds later, Misha fired. The Goldeneye Effect would now wipe all electronic data in London.
Alec revelled in the power he wielded. But the moment was over far too soon. Tiny dots on one of the monitors showed enemy forces closing in on his base. It was time to leave. Janus ordered, "All hands, self-destruction will be executed in 30 minutes. Follow the drill."
Bond stared at him and shouted, "I'll kill you! No matter how long it will take, I'll hunt you down!"
"James, James. You won't have an opportunity to hunt me. You see, the two of you will be my trophies, so to speak." Janus turned to three soldiers. "Take the prisoners!"
The Janus syndicate left through hidden passageways and was off Cuba when the secret base blew up.
Two weeks later Janus had settled down in his heavily-guarded estate. He took the latest newspaper from the pile next to him. All of them had the same news on the front page: London back in the Stone Age; Great Britain under Attack, British Economy ruined; Chaos ruling the streets of London. Sipping at his glass of Champaign, Janus smiled at Natalia, who was kneeling a few feet away. He pulled at the golden leash connected to the fine leather collar and forced her to crawl over. "I told you, my dear, you might even learn to like me. The day will come soon."
Alec looked over at James, whom he had chained to a Roman pillar. "Newspaper, James?" He laughed, fully enjoying himself. Truly, to the victor went the spoils.
Trevelyan had always suspected that they would send Bond after him. But while he had taken precautions, he had not really expected to fight him on the train. Now 007 aimed his Walther PPK directly at him and the only thing that prevented Janus form being shot was Ourumov holding Bond's girl hostage.
"Ourumov, what has this Cossack promised you?" asked Bond suddenly.
Janus glanced over at Ourumov, whose gaze flickered from Bond to Trevelyan. Clever James…always try to divide your opponents, even by pointing out ethnic differences.
Bond continued, "You knew, didn’t you? He’s a Lienz Cossack."
"It’s in the past." Trevelyan said to end the discussion. He had always steered clear of this subject, knowing that Ourumov had a habit to place the blame for assassinations and the likes on ethnic minorities.
"He’ll betray you! Just like everyone else."
Behind his calm exterior, Trevelyan was fuming. How dared Bond call his people traitors? It had been the Brits who had beaten the Cossacks on freight trains at Lienz to deliver them to get slaughtered by Stalin's troops. Alec felt Ourumov's gaze stab his back, when the General asked, "Is this true?"
Brusquely he said, "What’s true is that in 48 hours you and I will have more money than God. And Mr. Bond here will have a small memorial service, with only Moneypenny and a few tearful colleagues in attendance. So, what’s the choice, James? Two targets, time enough for only one shot - the girl or the mission?"
Bond tried to pull one of his bluffs. "Kill her. She means nothing to me."
"See you in hell, James," Alec bluffed back, telling Bond that he fully intended the threat.
Everything seemed to happen at once. The same moment Bond spun around to shoot Ourumov, the General turned as well. Both men fired. Sensing Ourumov's betrayal more than seeing it, Alec reacted instinctively and almost too late. The bullet meant for his heart slammed high into his left shoulder. He fell to his knees.
Ourumov staggered back, hurt but alive and dragged Siminova with him to the next coach. Bond turned, only to be hit in the upper chest by Xenia's Mawashi-Geri kick. While Bond hit the wall behind him, Xenia followed the General.
Alec had just struggled to his feet and taken a step forward. He froze when a gun was pressed against his head.
"Game over!" Bond said.
But before 007 could fire, the thick armour plates Janus had added as a special extra to the train slid over the windows and door. "One-inch armor plating. What's the meaning of this?" Bond asked.
"We're locked in together."
Bond pressed the muzzle harder against Janus' temple. "Be more precise."
"It's meant to trap invaders and can only be opened from outside this coach."
Bond moved behind him, without taking the gun away. "Move, slowly. No tricks!"
When Janus gazed sideways at the rifle still lying on the floor, Bond grabbed his injured arm and pushed it up behind his back. Alec screamed, just once because he did not want to give Bond any more satisfaction than he already had.
"I said no tricks!" Bond snarled. "Kneel!"
Then handcuffs slid around Janus' wrists; two clicks later he was chained to the furniture. Twisting his hands, he tried to find a way to get out of them or to use his watch while Bond was checking every door. He cannot help but watch James move. It were the same precise movements Janus remembered, movements telling of a lifetime of experience, movements he had secretly watched without James noticing. He had missed them.
Methodically, Bond looked at the roof, searching with his hands for a weakness in the armor or a crack.
Bond let his arm sink down when Ourumov's voice was transmitted into the coach. "Gentlemen, we've taken off with the Robinson helicopter. I regret to inform you, Janus, that I don't think I should trust you. To be fair, the timers are set for three minutes, the same time the two of you used to blow up the Archangel'sk facility."
Janus cursed, "Bloody Bastard!"
"Bad luck choosing your friends?" Bond remarked sarcastically. He banged on the wall to see how thick the metal was there. "How do we get out?"
"Hardly any of your business."
Bond grabbed Alec's hair and pulled his head back so much it hurt. "You realise that you have nothing left? No revenge, no friends, no backup, nothing. The only thing you still have is your life. So which part of this coach is the most vulnerable?"
Janus was breathing hard. Not that he would mind blowing Bond to pieces, but was that worth dying for? He still remembered the explosion at Archangel'sk, the fire tearing into his face…"Why should I tell you?"
"Time's short." Bond paused. "Tell me, and I'll take you out of here before this explodes. Besides, I don't know where they are heading. Deal?"
"Try the floor," Alec said gruffly.
Bond let go of his hair. He ripped at the carpet and took off his watch, without doubt to use the laser.
"You won't get far with only one laser; the armour is too thick. Take my watch as well."
"I didn't expect you to keep it." 007 removed Alec's watch and knelt down to burn through the floor. "Thirty seconds...!"
"Twenty seconds...!" Bond jumped on the floor, trying to push out the rectangular plate he had cut. One last kick and the metal finally yielded. Bond spun around, freed Alec from the furniture but cuffed him immediately again and grabbed his arm. "Come on!"
The two of them climbed through the hole in the floor, rolled out from under the train and sprinted for dear life. The blast of the explosion caught up with them, knocked them off their feet and slammed them on the ground.
Dark spots danced in front of Alec's eyes. The impact had jarred (?) his shoulder and the blood loss was doing its share as well. The train, his home for the past six years, was burning. Lost, everything he had built was ashes in the wind.
A moment later, Alec was pushed down hard when James threw himself on top of him and James' full weight pressed him to the floor.
"You swore an oath, Alec. 'Semper fidelis,' always loyal, and 'till death do as part,' remember?" Bond grabbed Alec's shoulders and shook him, slamming him down on the ground repeatedly.
With his hands cuffed behind his back, there wasn't much he could do to stop James. Alec gasped for breath but he just did not have enough air to shout, much less to speak. Not knowing what else to do, he ground his hips into James' cock, hoping for the same reaction this had provoked so many years ago.
It worked. James gasped and stopped shaking him, held him just down instead. It worked too well, because James rubbed his body against Alec, who was unprepared for his own feelings. The passion Alec had sacrificed years ago stirred in him when James' erect cock moved against his belly muscles while the familiar smell of his aftershave engulfed him. Within a few seconds, he was hard himself. Light-headed, he arched his back to follow James' body, when his ex-lover retreated slightly.
Their gazes locked. James' eyes were still as blue as glaciers but Alec had nearly forgotten what they looked like with desire burning in James. When James kissed him, it was not with gentleness but with brutal force. He pushed his tongue in to conquer Alec, allowing no resistance.
But Alec was already lost in his desires, craving the merest touch of the body he had so long missed. He moaned into James' mouth and writhed under him, trying to get even more contact.
However, Alec did not get more yet. When exhaustion and blood loss pushed him over the edge of consciousness, he sank into darkness hoping to find azure passion staring down on him when he woke.