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Title: A Chance Well Taken © 2013 by [profile] myr_juhl
Part: 2/?
Pairing(s): Jude Law/Alex Law (Ewan McGregor)
Fandoms: Breaking and Entering/ Shallow Grave
Type: RPS, AU, Crossover
Rating: PG - NC-17
Genre: * Drama * Hurt/Comfort *
Warnings: * Adult Content *
Summary: A promising architect finds it difficult to emotionally connect with people after his marriage failed. Then he meets someone from the lowest parts of society and the outcome of that meeting is quite unexpected.
Author’s note:

Ewan's character is Alex Law, a journalist in 'Shallow Grave' from 1994. Alex speaks traditional Scottish in this story, so brace yourself.

The musical part of Alex’s background is borrowed from "Doggin’ Around", also from 1994.

Jude played an architect in 'Breaking and Entering', from 2006. I'm just borrowing the set and parts of the story for his character.

>> SPOILERS? Oh yes... All over the place and in every nook and cranny as well. No way to escape knowing the dramatic climatic end nor the plot of the movies involved in this story. <<



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¤ Chapter 1 ¤



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Alex stepped out of the office without looking back. Jude hadn’t wanted him to leave, but he couldn’t let that happen. At times, Alex could be the worst opportunist there ever existed; especially back when he was actively writing for the paper. Aggressive little sensation seeking bastard that he was. But he couldn’t play Jude of all people. Too much at stake and he could lose the fragile bond they’d established tonight. Why had he been so scared to meet him? Alex knew he’d been afraid Jude would reject him. Why wouldn’t he? Alex laughed and stood still a few moments to enjoy the warmth the jacket provided him. Was a cool jacket. An expensive jacket.

Closing his eyes, Alex inhaled Jude’s scent. Jude had been wearing that jacket. He often wore it, so it was probably one of the architect’s favourites. Now, Alex was wearing it. “CK One,” Alex mumbled. “Nae a new stylish scent but guid auld CK One. Micht as weel jerk aff tae 'at one tonecht,” he said.

Stuffing his hands in the front pockets, he suddenly grinned. “Ur nae.” Jude had forgotten some change. That was thoughtful of him.

Once Alex got away from the alley and stood on the street, his eyes darted towards the local pub. Getting there only took a few minutes and, as he stood outside the establishment, he hesitated going in. “Fuck it,” he said and pushed the door open.

Keeping his head down, he stepped up to the bar and before the barkeeper could open his mouth and rip him a new one, Alex smacked some coins on the counter.

“Eh'd loch a beer. Thenks," he added with an impolite sneer.

The coins changed owner and Alex got his beer. Drinking slowly, he scanned the room and saw some bloke looking at him. Alex came over to his table and smiled completely opposite of the way he’d done to the bartender.

“Hey,” the man said and Alex nodded.

“Hello,” Alex said and cocked his head. “Can Ah bide at yer place, like?”

“Straight forward!” the man said and laughed.

“Can ah?” Alex asked again and kicked the man’s foot lightly with his.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Lots ay stuff. Jist as lang as Ah can bide till morn.”

Definitely interested, the man began checking out Alex’s body. “A shag? Can I fuck you? From behind and all that?”

“Aw 'at whit?”

“Uhh... You know. Sex?”

Alex shrugged. “Naethin’ roogh. Other than 'at, aam up fur most ay it.”

“You want money?”

“If yoo’re offerin’.”

“I’m not.”

“Ah dornt care. Jist let me bide.”

“Fine.”


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The next few days went by quickly, and Jude hadn’t really had time to think about what happened the other night. Of course, he’d driven home without his jacket, but the heat in the car had prevented him from freezing. He was happy knowing that the homeless and very cute Scot hopefully hadn’t spent a too cold night outside. He sure was a skinny bloke and he'd looked incredibly hot in those tight jeans. In spite of his lean frame, Alex’s round arse had looked like a good, little, and tight handful.

The next morning Jude had put on another jacket acknowledging the privilege fleetingly. Had Alex lived under normal conditions, he'd probably have had a selection of jackets, too.

“We’re heading out. Wanna come along for a pig’s ear with us, Jude?” James asked when the clock passed 4pm.

“Nah... No beer for me. I still have to finish the terrace across from the dome," Jude said and rubbed his eyes, as he pointed towards the scale model of their project on the platform next to Sandy’s desk.

“You can finish that Monday. We’re almost done!”

“You coming, too?” he asked Sandy.

“I’m out,” he answered with an apologetic smile.

Jude hesitated. He really wanted to finish the design and, at the same time, he secretly hoped Alex would show up again. Nevertheless, he got up and resolutely closed the lid to his Mac after securing the obligatory backup. Why would he want to see Alex again? To lure him into his bed? That would be tacky, and Jude detested that kind of behaviour in himself after the affair with Alina, when he was still married to Liv; when his loneliness drove him to do exactly that. Then surely not just to get his jacket back? Alex needed that jacket more than Jude did. Besides, the conversation had been quite awkward to desire a repeat performance no matter how much the vision of Alex’s bubble butt in jeans turned him on.

“All right then. I’ll come,” Jude gave in.

“Smashing. You won’t regret it!” James smirked.

“Perhaps I want to regret it,” Jude laughed back.

“We'll have to make an effort then."


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Jude and his crew of architects frequented a regular pub close by. They'd discovered the intimate place after the commotion of the first break in had settled. Then after the second break in shortly after, they'd really started to meet at the place. Nevertheless, after Jude's stopped sleeping around, he hadn't been that much of a patron. However, as he sat relaxing over a pint of Guinness, he realised he'd missed the atmosphere of spending an evening out with the guys.

"Check out that bird over there," Rob said as he leered at a bottle blond girl who stood giggling at the bar with her friend.

"She's all right," James reckoned and threw Jude a dirty smirk.

Jude shrugged. "I suppose so." But any blond girl just reminded him of Liv's flawless classic features just as any brunette reminded him of Alina. The girl in question quickly became a turn off for Jude. His eyes darted around the place to see if there were any blokes worth checking out – not that he was confident enough in his own sexuality to approach a guy in the company of his workmates. His bisexuality was something he’d always kept to himself; untainted and safe from people around him who didn’t understand that you could be attracted to both sexes.

He noticed a bloke facing the bar. Small, firm arse in tight jeans. Just the way he liked it. Jude coughed and his eyes lingered, imagining what he’d look like on his bed, under his hands, and his pulse quickened. Quickly, he took a drag from his fag and looked away. His eyes returned moments later, but the bloke was now chatting up the bottle blonde bird’s friend. Jude lost interest and his eyes slid away.

Shortly after, he spotted a slim figure trying to blend in with the surroundings, as he stood with a foot planted against the wall for balance. He was smoking and his body language was skittish. His hair hung loosely around his face. Jude's cock twitched interestedly, and he darted a quick look to see if any of the others had noticed his eyes lingering on men. They were still talking about the blonde girl, and so Jude let his gaze fall back on the object of his interest.

Jude squinted his eyes in the dim light. There was something familiar about the whole picture and suddenly he recognised his own jacket. Alexander Law. He was about to get up and go to him when the bartender lashed out verbally.

"Don't let me catch you in here again if you've got no money to spend!" the agitated bartender shouted across the room.

Immediately, Alex bounced away from the wall and headed for the exit. Pulling up the collar of his jacket, Alex tried to hide his face from the embarrassment of having people ogling at him. Jude was appalled because he knew why Alex had hung around the place. It was because he was fucking freezing and very likely hungry.

"Bloody bum. Ruining it for everybody else," Rob sniffed and looked sourly towards the door.

Jude literally dropped his jaw at his friend’s attitude. "Wow. Because homeless people are such a drag, you know," he scoffed, as he put some bills on the table and pulled his jacket off from behind the chair. "See you lot later," he said to his astonished companions. Tomorrow was Saturday and he knew none of these guys came in extra on weekends the way he’d planned for himself.

Leaving the pub, Jude immediately looked around outside to see if he could still catch Alex. He saw a bloke further down the road with his shoulders hunched up. He wore a knitted hat, but when Jude almost caught up with the man, he recognised Alex’s gingery red locks bouncing underneath. When he realised that Alex was heading towards the office, Jude couldn't help the little triumphant smile that spread on his lips. As quietly as possible, he followed Alex to the office’s address.

As soon as Alex turned down the alley, Jude called out breathlessly, “Alex!" but regretted that immediately when Alex almost got a heart attack.

"Jesus!" he cried out and literally stumbled a few steps back. “Dornt dae ‘at!"

His voice reached a high pitch that sounded so boyish and Jude smiled unintentionally. Why did he like this particular guy so much? "I'm so sorry, Alex. I was just trying to get your attention."

"Weel ye did, thenk ye very much," Alex said and then he looked at Jude's jacket and then his own. "Ah guess ye want thes back 'en?" he asked extremely warily.

"No. I haven't even thought about that jacket since I gave it to you."

"Lent it tae me," Alex corrected him.

"You're in a hurry to return it?" Jude asked slightly annoyed.

Shaking his head, Alex looked away. "Nae... nae exactly. I've bin..." He stopped and shrugged.

"You don't have to return it, Alex. Keep it," Jude said gesturing at the jacket.

Alex frowned and started to unbutton the front anyway. Puzzled, Jude watched him take it off and hand it over to him.

"Here. Actually, Ah dornt need it anymair."

Jude threw his hands up in the air and got pissed off. "Cut the shit, Alex. Come inside and have something to eat."

Alex huffed and looked pissed off, too. "Ur we bosom friends aw ay a sudden?"

Jude snorted. "No. I don't even like you, and we certainly have nothing in common to indicate any kind of relationship."

"Och, reit. Sae that's why ye chased me doon th' road?"

Jude had found his keys and looked at him. "Oh, you saw that?"

"Aye. Ah also saw ye in th' pub. But ye didnae see me ‘til Ah was throon out, reit?"

"Yeah. That's about the sum of it." Jude punched the code and turned the key in its lock. "Coming or what?"


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Date: 2013-11-17 08:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] letosghanima.livejournal.com
[LiveJournal looks strange to me this evening. ... It's even telling me I could comment using "my Letidor account". I don't have an account called Letidor ... Your header looks weird too. Whelp?]

To the point now: I'm becoming curious as to what Alex wants from Jude. And his Scottish is a bit of a challenge to me but I wish I could actually hear it. Must sound kinda sexy :).

Date: 2013-11-17 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] myr-juhl.livejournal.com
The header looks all right to me. How does it look on AO3?

Alex is a strange fellow. You sense his agenda, but he's still got a story to tell. A story that will be dragged out of him one bit at the time.

His Scottish makes more sense if you just pronounce the words as written, then they'll sound close to British... I hope *s*

Date: 2013-11-18 08:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] letosghanima.livejournal.com
Everything is back to normal this morning. It's the header of your LJ that looked strange to me, not the fic. On AO3 everything looks peachy :).

Alex doesn't strike me as a man of many words. It'll take some effort, and some time to get to hear the whole story me thinks. Which sounds fine with me :).

Re: the Scottish. Can't be easy for you to write either. Kuddos!

Date: 2013-12-07 04:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prfctdaze.livejournal.com
What is Alex's deal? Need to know!

:D

I'm actually having more of an easy time than I thought with reading the Scottish accent.

Date: 2013-12-09 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] myr-juhl.livejournal.com
Oh, he's been cooking stuff for a while but will serve the menu gradually... well, you know what I mean ;)

I'm very glad you get the rhythm of the language. I'm sure it doesn't come easy for everyone. I love writing Scottish. It's literally different :)

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