{{This fic was inspired by RP events at crowdedhour. Basically, in that game, Alex and Chris were taken by a serial killer/vampire, who tortured and killed Alex in front of Chris and then, subsequently, tortured Chris horribly and killed him, too. Although they were eventually resurrected, they still remember the events and this fic stemmed from that.

takeoffthenoose is used with hesitant permission, and I apologize for any potential slaughter of his characterization. All events are non-binding to muses involved.}}


Sometimes at night he still hears her screaming.

She's been haunting the halls like a ghost, he thinks, and Chris would be more proud of the further development of his inner poet if it hadn't come with such a cost. At night, Shaz cradled in his arms, he hears the click of heels past his room and towards the kitchen. He doesn't have any idea what she's doing wandering about at ungodly hours; drinking, or shagging, or doing whatever it was birds do when they're trying to feel like they're not dead anymore.

He tries to sleep, and just as he drifts off to that comforting darkness is when he hears her screaming. He's not daft enough to think it's real, of course; she's fine and Shaz doesn't hear it, and he knows Shaz doesn't because when he stiffens and sits up, sweating in the dark, she looks at him like he's gone mad. He knows it scares the piss out of her, but he doesn't know a think to say to make it better. Because he thinks he has gone mad, and he thinks even after they get out of this godawful place – if they ever get out – Shaz will probably always look at him like he's stranger.

He's sure that's because he isn't who he was. When he looks in the mirror he feels like he's looking down at a stiff in the morgue. ( Alex Drake haunts the halls of the castle, and Chris Skelton just haunts himself. )


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Cut for length and graphic sexual situations.
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Muse: Alex Drake (featuring Chris Skelton), Ashes to Ashes
Prompt: None, inspired by OOC conversations
Verse: And open verse based after the events in this thread (WARNING: Thread depicts scenes of graphic violence and torture.
Word Count: 17198

Alex has had a year to develop CR in her games, so I decided I might as well write them out!

( Crowded Hour )


( Reality Shifted )

In the honour of visual stimuli, I've put together some pictorials of what Alex has with her (mainly at crowdedhour).

( Alex's Arrival Outfit )

( Alex's Handbag Inventory )

And for the enjoyment of havinhoops and the rest of you scheming match-makers...

( What Alex would wear if Gene took her out on a proper date! )

Room: The Peacock Room

Inventory: A handbag filled with the following: Her 1981 badge, some make-up, a gun smuggled from CID, her wallet with a small amount of money, a notebook and a pen, her mother and father’s obituary from a newspaper, and an extra change of clothes.

Mobile Frequency: 19.81

Alex has given her number to:
Annie Cartwright
Sam Tyler
Abby Sciuto

Alex has programmed in her mobile:
Annie Cartwright
Sally Solomon
Sam Tyler
Abby Sciuto