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Title: A Chance Well Taken © 2013
Part: 5/?
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 ¤ Chapter 2 ¤ Chapter 3 ¤ Chapter 4


Okay, so now he stood there looking at the door, but the knots in Alex’s stomach were driving him crazy. Resolutely he knocked, and shortly after it opened.


Alex nodded. “Guid day... Gavin. I’ve come fur mah bass. Dae ye still have it?”

“Yeah. I’ve got it,” Gavin said and leaned against the door frame.

“I reckon yoo’ll be glad tae get rid ay it?”

“Sure. Do you want to come in for a bit?”

“Nae. Ah jist want mah stuff, like,” Alex said and ran a hand nervously across his chin.

“You look great... for a homeless,” Gavin said humourlessly.

“Fuck aff,” Alex said incredulous.

“Come on then. I’m not carrying it.”

Alex licked his lips and stepped after Gavin. “So where is it?”

“In the bedroom,” Gavin said and smirked at Alex.

“Och aye,” Alex said knowing what came next. Predictably so, Gavin stopped in the doorway to the bedroom, looking Alex up and down.

“Lost weight?”

“A bit,” Alex admitted.

“Can I see?” Gavin grinned.

“Nae! Quit bein' such a fuck, an’ lit me get mah stuff sae Ah can leave.”

“C’mon Alex. Let me see that sweet arse,” Gavin leered. “You can lend Lily’s make up and clothes if you want to dress up...”

“Noo Ah remember wa I dinnae like it here.”

“Lily hated the sight of you.”

“Ain we baith ken wa 'at is, dornt we?”

“Because you looked better in her dresses than she did? Or was it because I was more interested in fucking you than her?” Gavin chuckled.

“Oy, ten points! Ah didn’t e'en ken ye coods pit two an' two together an' derife a conclusion, Gav,” Alex said bitingly. Then he struck out with his hands and pushed the man aside. Quickly scanning the room, he saw that his bass wasn’t in the bedroom at all. “Where th’ fuck is it?” he asked and looked at Gavin.

“Fine,” Gavin said dramatically. He went to a storage closet at the end of the hall and Alex followed nervously. Gavin opened the door and Alex’s bass literally fell into his arms.

“Careful, like!” Alex yelled as Gavin carelessly passed it on to Alex’s arms. “Ain mah lap?”

“Weeell, that one is in fact in the bedroom.”

Alex shut his eyes and grimaced. “Stocked wi’ pornos, Ah tak’ it?”

“No. Couldn’t crack your bloody access code,” Gavin admitted.

Alex inhaled deep and slow. Good. Then he grabbed the handle and manoeuvred the bass back towards the bedroom. Putting it down on the floor, he found what he was looking for on Lily’s dresser. His laptop.

This was going to take all day to get everything back to Jude’s office, but it would be worth the hassle. With much difficulty, Alex tried to hold the lap safely under his left arm while dragging the bass along with his right. Outside the building, Gavin stood looking at him with a frown on his face before he scoffed.

“Jesus! I’ll give you money for the fucking ride. Where you’re heading?” Gavin exclaimed annoyed by the sight of Alex.

“King’s Cross,” Alex said meekly.

“You sure?” Gavin asked and reached for his pocket.

“Why the fuck dae ye caur where I’m goin’ anyway?” Alex lashed out.

“I... I don't!” Gavin spat back and thrust ten pounds at him. Braiding his hands behind his head, he watched at Alex quickly picked up the money and put it in his jacket. “Nice jacket,” Gavin said indifferently.

“Thenks. Got it frae mah boyfriend,” Alex said without thinking. His face heated up instantly and his eyes darted at Gavin who slowly dropped his hands.

“Boyfriend? You’re living with someone?”

“Nae,” Alex said and picked up his hopeless cargo.

“But you are seeing someone?”

“Nae! Ah dunnae kinn wa Ah said it. Ah dornt have a boyfriend.”

“Then why can’t we have a shag?” Gavin asked.

“Whit oan earth makes ye hink Ah cam here tae pick up mah stuff as well as lettin’ ye fuck me?” Alex asked, his voice becoming higher with annoyance.

“That’s not an unreasonable question!” Gavin said striking up an attitude as he put his hands on his hips.

“Ah cannaer believe ye. Yoo’re nae better than... than a... a...” Alex didn’t even know how to classify Gavin adequately. He was so angry with him but at the same time relieved that his stuff was unharmed. “Fuck ye! Jist, fuck ye tae hell!”

Rolling his eyes, Gavin picked up his cell phone and called a taxi for Alex.


Around noon, there was a knock on the glass door and Jude turned around to see who it was. A smile spread in his face instantly. It was Alex and he was accompanied by his bass.

Quickly, Jude got up and went to let him in. “How’d you manage to get that all over here?”

“Mah mukker cooghed up th' dosh fer th’ fare,” Alex said and smiled as he carried the heavy instrument inside. “Ah appreciate truly ‘at Ah can store mah stuff here, Jude.”

“Of course. I’m glad I can help. I’ve got the space after all.”

“Och aye,” Alex said and pulled off his knitted hat. “Where can Ah pit it, like?”

“I... we...” Jude scratched his head and thought hard what place would be best. “Probably the guest room. Do you need a hand?”

“Nae... um... sure,” Alex said, changing his mind.

“I’ll just lock the door,” Jude said, and turned the lock around. He’d learned the hard way that he had to be careful.

Alex hoisted up his bass and Jude grabbed the other end. The bass was lighter than it looked but the black case made it handier to handle. They put it down in the guest room, and Jude wiped his hands on his work pants.

“By the way, are you on the dole?” he asked.

“Nae. I’m not oan th' dole, coz Ah have nae address. Mah mukker cancelled me frae his address an' Ah was rejected th' next time Ah tried tae cash in mah dole.”


“Nae Jude. Ah cannae pay th' bill. I’ve lost mah seniority an'... ye did get th' point when Ah tauld ye Ah was homeless, reit?”

Jude shrugged. “Sorry. I’ll stop pretending I can figure out your situation for you.”

“Thenks,” Alex said and came over and surprised Jude by putting his arms around his neck. They stood for a few moments before Jude got self-conscious. Alex just smiled boyishly and looked incredibly young for a bloke pushing his thirties.

Jude looked down and tried to relax but as the seconds went by, he got antsier and tried to look Alex in the eye, but it was very difficult.

Alex cocked his head inquisitively but the sweet smile lingered on. “Did ye enjoy kissin' me lest nicht?”

Now, Jude had no problems returning the direct stare, “Uh...”

“Uh?” Alex echoed and gave him a toothy grin. “Pure articulate, Mr. Law.”

Jude nodded and looked down at Alex’s chest. He wore the same sweatshirt he had all the other times they’d met. If he asked Alex how he kept his clothes clean, he’d probably say he washed them in a public restroom.

“I did,” he then said, “I liked it.”

Alex let go, reached around Jude on both sides, and pressed his hands into the back pockets of Jude’s work pants. Jude inhaled sharply and Alex chuckled softly.

“Yer pants looks expensife,” the Scot noticed.

Jude shrugged. They were a Swedish brand. Liv had recommended Fjällräven’s collection of outdoor clothing, and he liked it so much he never wore anything else for work. "Yeah. I'm on my knees a lot when I'm on the construction site."

Alex’s lips parted and then he got a flirtatious look in his eyes. "Oan yer knees, like?"

Playfully, Jude responded to that look. "On both my knees. Getting my hands all dirty, too." He was getting hard so fast it hurt his groin and he moaned softly.

Alex pulled him close to his pelvis and Jude closed his eyes when he felt Alex’s matching erection.

"Why did you have to make this so difficult for me?" he asked him.

"Ah have a lot tae lose if ye get tired ay me, Jude," Alex said and yelped when Jude stuck his fingers in his long hair and pulled him in for a kiss. "Heh...!!" Alex protested and Jude slipped his tongue in for a few moments before he let go of his lips with an audible, slick sound that invited more kisses. "Jesus..." Alex whispered and closed his eyes as well. Experimentally, he licked his wet lips and Jude groaned.

"I'm not going to get tired of you, Alexander." And, as he said it, Jude felt it really wasn't a cant. Alex was constantly on his mind, and he didn't want the bloke to leave any of the times he'd watched him go.

“Guid,” Alex said. “Com’ here. Jist one more taste,” he purred and pecked Jude’s lips several times. Then he worked his way out of Jude’s embrace.

“Don’t leave, Alex,” Jude blurted out. “Please...” he even managed to add.

“It’s aw reit,” Alex smirked and, with one last smile, he left Jude.

“Cock tease,” Jude said and grinned back. Well, now Jude knew he definitely would be seeing Alex again.


Later, Jude had finished the work he’d scheduled for himself, and decided to visit the pub before he went home. Of course, he was looking out for Alex, but he didn’t see him. Inside the pub, he couldn’t help but scan the room every five minutes. However, Alex seemed to stay away. Jude noticed that it wasn’t the same bartender from last night, so maybe...

In the same instant, Alex showed up. Like last night, he tried to blend in with the wallpaper and not attract the bartender’s attention. Perhaps he had a problem with all the bartenders in that pub.

Jude got up and went to him. “Hey,” he said.

Alex jerked in surprise. “Och! Gave me shock, Jude! Yoo’ve got tae stop daein' 'at, ur Ah won’t graw very auld.”

“Sorry. Join me for a beer? I’m sitting alone tonight," Jude said and moved towards his table again.

Alex hesitated a few seconds but came along and sat down on the other chair. His eyes were still darting carefully at the bartender.

"Why do you come here if they throw you out again?"

Alex ran his fingers through his hair and shrugged. "Sometimes I..." He looked at Jude and started over again. "Occasionally, Ah make... arrangements." Quickly, Alex found a pack of fags in the breast pocket of his jacket and lit up immediately. He looked everywhere but at Jude.

Jude leaned back in his seat as realisation finally dawned on him. Though Alex had protested quite violently when Jude had indicated that Alex expected some kind of payment that first night, Alex did in fact earn a bit of money by whoring himself to strangers. "Bloody hell..." he murmured. "Do you get to sleep in their beds afterwards?"

"Sometimes it's part ay th' deal."

"How many times have you had to do that?" Jude asked, because in reality he didn’t know exactly how long Alex had been homeless. A few months could mean a whole year in Alex’s world for all Jude knew.

"Ah dae it if it's radge ootwith. But aam nae always 'at lucky."

"Lucky?" Jude repeated. "Sometimes you're lucky some john'll take you home?"

Alex nodded warily. "Reit." Taking a long drag of his fag, Alex said irritated, "Look ye can’t pure see it frae mah point ay view coz yoo’ve ne'er bin in mah shoes." Getting up he continued, “Cheers fur th' seat, Jude. See ye aroond."

Jude sprung up and shook his head slowly. "Don't start that game again, Alex. I'll take you home."

"I dornt haaave a haem, Jude."

"My home. Stay at my place. Be my guest," Jude asked.

"Fur hoo lang, Jude? Hoo mony days main Ah coont afair Ah can expect tae be kicked it, like?" Alex asked, narrowing his eyes. Quickly, he darted a look at the bartender who predictably stood waiting to get a chance to throw him out.

"When did I kick you out?" Jude asked calmly.

Alex opened his mouth to answer and a frown appeared on his smooth forehead.

"I'm waiting," Jude provoked and stole Alex’s fag and took a long drag before he blew the smoke in Alex’s face.

"Braw. Ye ne’er kicked me it," Alex responded not able to control the cute sheepish smile blossoming on his lips.

"Right!" Jude said. "You left demonstratively every single fucking time I invited you to stay."

"Whit ur ye proposin' 'en?" Alex asked.

"Stay with me. Get a breather for free. Then we'll figure something out."

"Fur free?"

"Absolutely," Jude said.

Alex looked away and ran his fingers through his hair again.

Jude grabbed one of his hands. "Stop that."

"An' where will Ah sleep?" Alex asked.

"I have a few spare rooms, but my bed is also available if you're attracted to me like I think you are."

"Sae yoo'll sleep in th' spaur while Ah sleep in yer scratcher?" Alex asked.

Jude laughed, and Alex laughed along with him. "No. I'd prefer if you slept in my bed when I'm there, too."

"Aw reit," Alex said and squeezed Jude's hand. "Let's gang."

"I'm driving."

"Ah ken hoo tae be a passenger," Alex joked.

"I'm sorry I'm so awkward when I talk to you. It's just that I'm so rusty chatting up people," Jude suddenly burst out.

"I like it," Alex said and smiled cheekily. "Jude, ur ye tryin' tae ask me tae be yer boyfriend?"

Jude leaned in and whispered in Alex’s ear, "Yeah. I wanna be the only man in your life."

Alex let go of Jude's hand. "Fowk ur watchin'. We shoods gang afair somebody thinks the rest in here cares abit their opinion abit us.”

"Right," Jude said and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair. "Let's go."


“This is where I live,” Jude said superfluously, as he turned off the car engine in the garage.

"Och, aye," Alex sad and slipped out of the seatbelt, before he stepped out of the car.

As they'd driven towards Jude’s home, Alex told him that he kept his stuff in a locker at King’s Cross Station. After a bit of grocery shopping, Jude had insisted that they went by the station and got Alex’s stuff before driving back to Jude’s place.

Now Alex was clutching the straps of a worn leather backpack as he stood waiting. He'd insisted that was all he had. The rest of his stuff, he'd lost somehow or was still in Edinburgh.

"How many years have you been in London?" Jude asked when they left the garage while the port closed mechanically behind them.

"Thes time... jist abit twal months. But I've lived other places since Ah left Scotland."

"Have you always played music?” Jude asked unlocking the door to his house.

"Yeah. Aw th' time Ah was writin' fur th' pepper, I've played in bains. Since skool, actually. 'en Ah got a gig wi' a professional bain, biddin’ wi' them fur a couple years. Ah researched fur thes... story 'at took me tae London. At first, Ah also played some gigs here. Got a steady gig, an' it was fin. But... lost it.” Alex turned and looked serious. “Nae. That’s nae th' whole truth. I cam tae London tae dae a story oan homeless fowk. Ah wanted tae try whit it felt like an' disappeared frae th' face ay th' earth an' pure be a homeless. But efter puckle months, it becam aw tay real. Ah forgot who Ah was efter a while an'...”

Jude looked at him. “Really? You got a little crazy living like a real homeless?”

“Yeah. Ah got a wee crazy. It’s difficult tae gang back, Jude. Ah wasn’t pretendin' durin' mah research. Ye dornt pretend tae be a homeless if ye dornt actually have a haem. Ur money. Ur... Ah mean. Ye fuckin' are. An' suddenly ye pure ur...” Alex stopped his rambling.

“But the music?”

“Ah did 'at, tay, but Ah cooldn’t do both. Researchin' mah story - bein' a joornalist. Be a musician when Ah wanted tae win' doon. Tay many lifestiles...”

“Well, you’re here now. I’d like you to stay here.”

“Ah want tae bide, tay.” They both smiled relieved. Jude understood some more, but he still didn’t have the full picture. Alex was broken and was Jude ready to get involved with a broken man when he in his own way was broken, too?

As Jude let Alex enter his home, he decided it was better to try than give up. He was ready for Alex and he wanted him in his life more badly than he remembered wanting anybody. Maybe even Liv.

Together they went to the kitchen. Alex dropped his bag on the floor and went to the window. "Nice. Really brammer garden."

"Thanks – although it’s more wicked in the summer. I never really had time to keep it. My... my ex-wife used to take care of the garden."

"Ex-wife?" Alex asked and turned to look at Jude.

"Yeah. Didn't work out. We have a daughter... Beatrice. She's not my real daughter but her father was never a dad to her, so I guess... I was. I feel I am."

"Wa did ye split up?" Alex asked and let Jude close enough to put his hands on his arse.

"Bea's slightly autistic and bi polar... various diagnoses shortened in capital letters, and of cause, she needs a lot of attention and encouragement. Liv was very focused on Bea, and I admit I blamed her but she often forgot to include me. I was also there for them. We were together as a family. But she pushed me out and made this little bubble that consisted of the two of them that I couldn't penetrate... and we split up. I have no contact with them at all."

"Ye left ’er?"

"No, she actually left me. That's why I have this ridiculously huge Edwardian house,” Jude said and kneaded Alex’s round buttocks.

Alex laughed and kissed him. "Gang oan," he encouraged Jude.

"I had an affair when I was at my lowest. It was also a factor leading to the divorce, but looking back it was inevitable. Liv wasn't interested in our relationship any more."

Alex nodded and put his arms around Jude’s neck.

"Hae ye bin wi' anyain else since 'er, like?"

Jude sighed wistfully. "Been all on my own. No," he grinned. "I've been with a couple of guys and a few women, but..." he shrugged, "I haven't felt that magical attraction when you fall in love and your body just... hums. I wanted to feel again. Not just lust. But it just didn’t work out... until you." His hands pulled Alex’s body closer.

Alex smiled, clearly happy that he made Jude's body hum. "Aam nae aw emotionally crippled. Aam jist a homeless tryin' tae fin' haem."

"Yeah,” Jude said watching Alex’s mouth move.

"Aam nae ashamed I've shagged blokes who paid me. Ah dornt gie a shite abit 'at. Sometimes Ah didn’t e'en have sex wi' them. They jist lit me bide. But if they’re offerin' a bit ay dosh fur a measly shag, Ah tak' it."

"Did you pull any women? When you... you know."

"Nah,” Alex grinned and rubbed his crotch teasingly against Jude’s. “Aam nae bisexual. Aam aw bent in aw th' best kin' ay ways," he admitted.

Jude shook his head. "You're something, you know? I've spent hours trying to figure out how to figure you out."

"I ken. Was fin, eh?" Alex grinned toothily.

“Well now, but not at the time... no, I suppose it was kind of fun. I thought of you, didn’t I? I like thinking about you even if you did piss me off while doing it.”

Alex leaned in and licked Jude’s lower lip. “Noo. Whit diz yer bedroom look like, Ah wonder?”

“It’s over the top. You’ll get blown away,” Jude whispered.

“Is 'at a tryst, like?” Alex whispered back. Jude could feel the Scot was getting nice and hard as they exchanged teasing innuendoes, and he grinned wickedly; his body was definitely humming now.

“Come on then,” he said and grabbed Alex’s hand.

Date: 2013-12-07 05:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, and now I've caught up and I'll have to wait for the next chapter.

Loving this fic, sweetheart! They have such electric chemistry.

I still wonder about Alex's motives. He doesn't seem to be entirely forthcoming.

Looking forward to more :)

Date: 2013-12-09 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm really thrilled you like this, darling! Very happy :D

Alex is desperately trying to protect himself and at the same time hungry to get closer to Jude even though he's strange methods in doing so :)

Date: 2013-12-09 10:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
They're finally almost in the bedroom. Gosh, those guys talk a lot. *lol* Guess they first need to test the waters though, understandably so.

Funny how Jude seems to think he's got Alex figured out. I'm pretty sure I haven't yet. ;)

Date: 2013-12-09 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah. Sorry about the talking. I get carried away with dialogue sometimes ;)

I don't think Jude knows anything either at this point *g*


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