Alex Tully

Home - Welcome Home Kathryn - Alex Tully DRIVE

2008-06-15T03:39:52Z

“No peeking,” Alex said as he helped Kathryn out of the truck, catching her as she fell against him at the last moment. “Careful baby. Don’t want you breaking your leg when I’m trying to give you a big surprise.”

“Then you better hold onto me like there’s no tomorrow Alex Tully,” Kathryn said as she tightened her grip on his arm. “I’ve been blindfolded for miles. Weren’t you afraid that someone would think you were kidnapping me?”

“The thought did cross my mind.” He wasn’t lying. His heart had jumped nearly out of his chest when he’d passed by a police car on his way through the neighborhood. “But I’m sure we can convince them that I mean you no harm.”

He placed one strong hand on each side of her waist to lead her step by step over the long walk up to the house from the driveway. It had been his plan for months, he’d bought the land. Had the nursery planted while the house was remodeled. Now it was perfect, and it was going to be their home for the rest of their lives.

“Are you ready?” he teased kissing the back of her head. The smell of her shampoo making him smile.

“Yes I’m ready. Alex please!” she giggled leaning against him as he tugged at the ties of the blindfold. “But I want you to know if this isn’t a good surprise, you’ll be the one wearing the blindfold.”

“It’s a good surprise. I promise.” He slipped it off careful not to yank on her beautiful dark hair, and waited holding his breath while she took in the sight of their home. Hanging over the door was a banner that said ‘welcome home Kathryn Tully.’

Alex Tully
DRIVE
291 words
Prompt: 235 theatrical_muse

Utopia - Heaven is a V8 - Alex Tully DRIVE

2008-06-07T03:10:15Z

“She’s all yours Alex?”

Alex blinked once, twice and a third time as he stared slack jawed at the beautiful car that he’d been helping his dad rebuild all summer. “But dad, I can’t take your car.”

The car keys sailed through the air over the glossy black and sky blue paint of the hood as Alex’s father tossed them to him. “Be sure you catch those. Don’t want to scratch the paint.”

He caught them with a quick reach that he’d learned in summer after summer of little league and high school baseball. Alex looked at the distinctive pentagon shape of the Mopar keys as he ran his thumb over them. They were old and dinged up from more than ten years of being on his dad’s key ring along with the keys to their house, the tractors, the truck and his mom’s car.

“She’s mine,” he swallowed hard as he carefully unlocked the driver’s door. “Dad this is heaven you know that right? I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life than this.”

“Alex you’re seventeen. I’m sure someday you’ll want something more than my hand me down Challenger.”

“Your perfect, like the day she was brought off the show room floor, 1970 Challenger Dad,” Alex said as he slid the key into the ignition. The engine started with one twist of the key, and Alex’s dad slipped into the passenger seat. “Where do you want to go dad?”

“The road’s yours Alex. You pick the direction. I’m just along for the ride.”

Alex Tully
DRIVE
255 words
Prompt: 234 theatrical_muse

Knock, Knock - Alex Tully

2008-06-04T18:28:35Z

Alex woke up with a start, dreams of better days spiraling down the drain like so much dish water. He rubbed at his eyes. It was late. The clock on the nightstand said it was 8am. He’d slept more than twelve hours. He rolled off of the bed, and walked over to the door.

“Corinna?” he called out to his partner. “What did you do? Leave your key?” He popped the door open. But instead of the tall blonde who had insinuated herself into his life. He found a dome covered tray on a cart. “Room service? I didn’t call for room service.”

“Good morning Mr. Tully,” the waiter pasted on a fake smile, and started shoving the cart into the room. “Your breakfast is courtesy of the hotel. It comes with your suite.”

“Oh,” Alex stepped back from the door, and scratched at his stomach beneath the edge of his t-shirt. “Come on in then.”

***

“Kat,” Alex tapped door. “Sweetie, you ever going to come out of there?” He glanced down at the bottom of the door. Wondering what he’d done wrong, and why she had been in the bathroom for so long.

“I’ll be out in a second. Seriously Alex,” Kathryn Tully giggled from inside the hotel bathroom. “Did you think I was trying to crawl out a window and get away from you?”

“It did cross my mind,” he said with a laugh of his own. “That’s why I made sure to get a place with no bathroom windows. “Room service is here. You do want to eat don’t you? Personally I built up one heck of an appetite last night.”

The door slowly opened, and Kathryn stepped into the hotel room dressed in a long pale shimmering gossamer gown. Her hair was hanging loose over her slender shoulders, and there was a rosy blush on her cheeks. Alex felt his heart jump at the sight of her.

“Wow,” he said huskily as he reached out to take her tiny hand in his. Her soft skin felt like rose petals between his callused fingers. “You’re incredible. You look like a fairy princess.”

“Does that mean if I kiss you, you’ll turn into a frog?” Alex smiled while Kathryn dragged him towards the small table where he’d set out their honeymoon breakfast. A single yellow rose laid across her plate with a white ribbon tied around its stem. “Is this for me?”

“Well, I don’t see any other beautiful women wearing wedding rings in this room that match mine.” He held the chair out for her, so she could sit. Alex rested his hands on her shoulders, ducking his face down to nuzzle the base of her neck. “There also aren’t any pretty women in here that I’ve fallen in love with.”

Alex Tully
DRIVE
308 words
Prompt: 233 theatrical_muse

Prompt 230: Black and White - Alex Tully DRIVE

2008-05-23T13:40:02Z

His fingers tightened on the steering wheel of the Challenger. The glossy black and blue paint was covered in dust from the haul through the desert. He’d been dodging cops ever since he’d left Nebraska and his old life behind. The last thing he needed was to get pulled over when he was so close to the next checkpoint.

“You sure this is the right place?” Tully looked over at Corinna.

Yes I’m sure.” She was looking at the sleek black race phone, and held up the bright blue display for him to see again. “But it’s not going to matter at all if that black and white catches up with us.”

“I am aware of that, Corinna.” His dark blue eyes flickered back to the rear view mirror. With a grim smile, Alex looked out at the meager pickings on the flat sun bleached stretch of freeway. There really wasn’t any other way to stop the cop, and get him off their ass. “Hang on.”

With his foot pressed all the way down on the gas, he cut off a big rig, close enough to nearly clip the backend off of his precious car. Behind them the rig jackknifed, the trailer twisting around to block the road behind him crushing a mini-van along the way.

“That should keep him busy,” Alex said, fighting back the bile in the back of his throat. He just prayed that no one died in the accident he’d just caused.

Alex Tully
DRIVE
252 words
Prompt: Black & White theatrical_muse

Vegas Twilight - Pimping the Comm I RP on....

2008-04-25T06:15:04Z

Las Vegas Twilight is a role-playing game community where characters from different fandoms can interact, a creative writing community, and a fan fiction community. We encourage non-traditional forms of role-playing where more emphasis goes into writing longer posts which expand on details, environment and character development. If you would like to write threads that read like creative writing stories, then we welcome you at Las Vegas Twilight.

Community Rating: R
Themes: Horror, Gore, Science Fiction (Sci-Fi), Fantasy, Mystery, Reality, Historical, Action, Adventure, Romance, Crossovers

IC - vegas_twilight
OOC - lvtwilight_ooc
Character List
Rules

Driving Music

2008-03-26T03:12:39Z

The Finish Line

2008-03-19T03:07:58Z

It was hotter than hell as the Challenger whipped around a tight turn on the 89. Alex was glad he’d earned a new set of tires three checkpoints back when he and Corinna had arrived first. They’d won more sprints of the race than they’d lost, but right now they were driving aimlessly waiting for the next clue. Neither was sure where they were headed, but at the fringe of Arizona they knew they were running out of country for the illegal cross country race.

Alex’ fingers tightened on the wheel as the grit filled arid desert air hit his face through the open window. The air conditioning had died the big death fifty miles back, and the increase in power was worth the sweat trickling down between his shoulder blades. His tongue darted out to lick his dry lips, but instead of tasting dust he could taste Kathryn. He knew he was close. They were almost there.

They just needed the bastards who were running them through the maze to tell them where the cheese was. He nearly jumped out of his skin as the race phone rang. He and Corinna made eye contact before she reached onto the seat between them to check the phone’s display.

“Dorothy’s Pretty Shoes.” The pretty blonde wrinkled her nose as she settled back against the passenger seat. Bruises on her face had finally gone from purple to green. She’d be healed up soon from her ordeal with the race sponsors that had taken her.

Tully preferred not to think about that part of the game. That hadn’t gone according to plan at all. All they’d managed to do was lose time and for Corinna to get hurt. His own bruises at he hands and fists of Officer Poole were a painful memory. It had been weeks since he hadn’t looked like he’d had the shit kicked out of him.

“Vegas,” Alex said with a narrow grin. “Dorothy’s shoes are in Vegas.”

“Oh yeah,” Corinna scooted forward to grab a bottle of water. It was tepid, warmed from the heat, but still tasted good. “They still have a whole Wizard of Oz thing going at the MGM, right?”

“Not those shoes To-to.” The driver glanced over at her from behind his sunglasses. “The ruby slippers were only in the movie. The shoes in the book were silver.”

“You read the Wizard of Oz?”

“Darlin’. I grew up in the tornado belt. Anyone who lives there has read the Wizard of Oz books. We’re not looking for the Ruby Slippers. We’re looking for the Silver Slipper. It was an old casino.” Alex’ smile broadened. “Course they tore it down quite some time ago.”

“What good is that going to do us?” Corinna reached into the back seat to grab her new laptop and booted it up with the Sprint card they’d stolen from another drive team. “Let me see what the Wikipedia has to say about it.”

“What would we do without the Wikipedia?”

“Tully look!” She held the laptop where he could see without driving off the highway and into a ditch. “There it is the Silver Slipper. They saved it.”

“Neon Museum. That’s it, Corinna. That’s the finish line.” If it had been possible, the Challenger would have made a wake in the blistering hot asphalt as Tully floored it.

***
A flash of golden paint and the squeal of tires as they sprayed a shower of gravel against the side of the Challenger told Alex Tully that his number one competitor had caught up with him. He narrowed his deep blue eyes behind his dark glasses to glare at Winston Salazar who smirked past his brother in the passenger seat to meet Tully’s eyes.

Tully knew it would come down to the two of them. He’d known it for weeks. Winston was in it for the money though, and Alex didn’t blame him. They’d found out that his own father was one of the race supporters, and the man was a bastard all the way around for the way he’d treated Winston and his mother. Alex liked Winston. He thought of him as a friend, even when they were racing down the dirty road, but today.

Today Winston was the enemy and the end of this final stretch of the race was going to get him his prize. Unlike Salazar Tully wasn’t interested in the 32 million. He was in it for one prize – his wife.

Through the dust covered window and the glare of the Nevada sun, as he crested the hill, the Challenger and Winston’s Impala neck to neck the sprawling chaos of the Neon Museum appeared before them. Hundreds of retired bulb and neon studded signs from defunct and extinct casinos stood like some kind of weird wild animal park exhibit.

“They light it up at night,” Corinna said as she grabbed the doorframe as Alex made a wild turn to get in front of the Impala again.

“Don’t really care about that right now Corinna. Do you see it? The red light?” What he wanted to ask was. Do you see her? Do you see Kathryn? Do you see my beautiful wife with her long brown hair blowing in the wind? But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to jinx anything.

Bang! Winston did the unheard of and slammed his tricked out low rider into rear quarter panel of Tully’s sleek liquid black and blue Challenger. “Son of a whore!” Alex shouted as he floored it. The car was now racing over a hundred miles as hour downhill, each pothole they hit set their teeth on edge, but he was in the lead again.

“I guess we’re not playing nice anymore?” Corinna said as she turned around to look at Winston’s big Chevy filling the rear window. Reaching over the back seat, she grabbed her insurance policy out of her messenger bag. The 9mm was an unfamiliar weight in her hands, but she was not going to let Winston win. She couldn’t. She was too close to finding out the truth and avenging the death of her parents when they’d died in the race trying to save her.

“No darlin’,” Alex said as Winston’s bumper grated against theirs. “We are not playing nice.”

“Good.” Her stomach hurt. With hands shaking she aimed and fired. The back glass of the Challenger erupted into a shower of safety glass.

“What the fuck!” Alex ducked nearly losing control of the car. “Corinna!”

“We are not going to lose, Alex.” She emptied the gun into Salazar’s Impala, blowing out the windshield. Gritting her teeth she fired one more time, hitting Winston between the eyes. “I can’t let us lose.”

The Impala swerved and launched off the road. It rolled and crashed into a row of signs its engine still running as it landed on its roof. Corinna couldn’t look back to see if anyone got out of the car or not. “Oh god. I’m going to puke.”

“Not in my car.” Tully felt sick too. He’d liked Winston. He’d liked Corinna. But now he was sitting next to a stranger.

They flashed by the blinking red light and came to a screeching halt. Alex climbed out of the car and turned in a slow circle looking for any sign of Kathryn. One place he didn’t look was into Corinna’s eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to look at her again.

“You did it Alex.” He blinked and took off the sunglasses as Kathryn sauntered towards them from next to the Silver Slipper. He wasn’t sure if she was real or not. She’d haunted his days and nights for so long. “You won, and you did it for me.”

She wasn’t bruised or bleeding. There were no signs of the horrific abuse he’d been expecting. If anything Kathryn looked better than she ever had and it made no sense at all. “Maybe I’m being paranoid. But y’all look just a little too healthy and not quite happy enough to see me baby.”

“Well I have some explaining to do Alex. You see I work for the Race. I was never really kidnapped. I was also never legally married to you.” She smiled with teeth white enough to make Jaws jealous, but it never reached her eyes. They were cold and showed no affection at all. “But you still get the money. Isn’t that great?”

Character Development Challenge

2008-01-27T07:32:35Z

Who would bail her out if she were arrested?
I'd like to think that Eden, Caleb or King would bail me out. They are the three people I'm closest too in this world. And I think King owes me for his bail.

Is she married?
I've been married. There's a question about being hurt by someone further down. I'll go into details about THAT there.

Does your character have a husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, fiancee, "significant other," lover, or several of the above?
I'm engaged to eden_mccain. It was totally unexpected. I didn't think I'd ever be able to love anyone again.

Who is her worst enemy? Why?
My ex-wife. The bitch will not leave me alone.

Where does your character go/what does she do with her friends?
Road trips are one of my favorite things to do with my friends. Eden and I went up to San Francisco, and it was beautiful.

Does she go out drinking with them?
King and I have been known to go out and get hammered.

Who does she have coffee with?
Caleb, my twin brother, and I have coffee together. He used to be a priest, so I feel kind of weird going out for a drink with him.

How close is she to her friends?
I'm very close to the three people I mentioned above. I get along with most people though.

How well do they know her?
I do try to keep secrets out of my relationships. Secrets destroyed my marriage. I think the only one who doesn't know everything is Caleb, but I'm sure he'll catch up.

Do they know her hopes and fears?
Like I said, I try to share everything.

Will they notice if she disappears or comes home with bruises?
I'm pretty sure if I came home hurt they'd notice. Eden and King both saw me dead. They very much noticed that.

Who is her best friend?
Hannibal King

Does she have any siblings?
I was adopted - well found - by my dad. He and my mom had a girl too. She's a few years older than I am. Her name is Rebbecca. I found out recently that I have a twin brother, Caleb. He was there when I fell in the river, but our mother hid what happened to me. We were pretty surprised to meet each other now as adults.

What is her relationship with them like?
My sister is a bit of a mother hen. She went through hell trying to protect me from the FBI when they thought I'd murdered my wife. Becca really went to bat for me.

Are they alike?
I haven't known Caleb long, but I get the impression that he'd be as protective of me as Becca is. Now if you're asking if Caleb and I are alike, I don't think we are. But I need to get to know him better.

Where does she feel safe? Why?
My favorite place to be is on the road in my car driving over the speed limit. On the road I'm in control.

What are your character's hobbies?
Driving, fishing and carousing

Who taught them to her?
My dad taught me about driving and took me fishing all the time when I was a kid. Carousing I learned with King and other friends over the years.

What movies does she watch?
I like funny action movies like Men in Black, Slither, Rush Hour 2

Does she go to the theater or watch movies at home?
I like to watch at home. It's so nice to cuddle on the sofa with my girl and share popcorn.

Who's her favorite movie star and why?
Harrison Ford - Indiana Jones and Han Solo - need I say more?

What is my favorite movie?
The Empire Strikes Back

What makes her laugh?
I do love a good dirty joke. I do not laugh at other people's pain.

How often does she laugh?
All the time. If you can't laugh in the face of danger, when can you laugh?

Does she have laugh lines?
Is that what they call crow's feet now? Yes I do have a hint of them.

Does she have a good sense of humor?
I hang around with Hannibal King. It's as required as knowing how to apply first aide.

What does she wish she could do that she can't?
I can't have kids. I was hoping that Eden and I could have 2.5 kids when we settle down. But being an Immortal I can't.

What jobs has she had?
Semi-pro stock car driver, wheel man, landscaper, mechanic, bank robber

What does she do for a living now?
I own and run Tully's Automotive

How many hours does she work?
Too many. I so need to hire another mechanic or two. You know anyone who needs a job?

Has she particularly loved or hated any of her old jobs? Why?
I am a bit of an adrenaline junkie. I miss racing. Hell I miss driving a get away car. But I know I can't live that life now. I have responsibilities.

What hurt will she never forgive?
I will never forgive Kelly Peyton aka Mrs. Kathryn Tully for lying to me about who she was. She manipulated me. Framed me for her own murder, and forced me to drive in an illegal cross-country race where so many people didn't make it.

What awful thing did someone do to her, and why can't she forgive them?
she above

What one item would she risk her life to protect and keep safe, if any?
My car. You can see a picture of her in my user ID.

What does she have in her pockets right now?
My car keys. My wallet. Inside the wallet are pictures of Eden and I in Frisco.

Crash and Burn - fan fiction - Alex Tully

2008-01-12T05:46:25Z

The rain fell in huge round drops that hit the roof of the Challenger like a drum beat. Alex drove carefully down the long driveway up to the mansion where his teacher lived. It was late, the lights that lined the drive making the drops on the windshield sparkle. He couldn’t hear the crunch of the gravel on the drive. He had the stereo on too loud for that. The refrain of Radar Love rattled the windshield.

Or that’s what he thought it was. A crash of thunder made the ground shake as a huge blast of lightning blinded Tully. When the spots cleared from his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar motorcycle in the driveway. It was a big black Harley hard tail. The raindrops were quickly falling off of the wax on the bike’s paint.

Alex ducked as another bolt of lightning seemed to come from inside his mentor’s house, the windows on the second floor of the old brick mansion blew outwards sending down a shower of razor edged shards down towards him. He brought up his arm to shield his face. Just because he was immortal and would heal didn’t mean that he didn’t feel pain. He didn’t want to think about picking glass out of his eyes.

That was when he felt it, a surge of power that roared like a waterfall. As he grabbed for his katana out of the trunk of the car, the pressure in his ears built up. It was a different feeling, but he knew what it was. He was feeling another immortal, and this one wasn’t someone he knew like Caleb or Morgan. It didn’t feel like Helena either.

He slid the sword out of its sheath. Part of him thought about getting back in the car and driving away. But he had to know what was going on. Morgan might need his help, not that he thought he’d be much if push came to shove.

His long legs carried him up the steps two at a time up into the foyer. The lights were out. More glass crunched beneath his boots from busted out light bulbs and shattered mirrors. Alex could feel his heart pounding. He was afraid, but he knew he couldn’t let that fear paralyze him.

“Morgan?” he asked quietly as he headed towards the strong call of the other immortal. Please, he thought, be Morgan. Don’t be the other guy. When he came through down the hall, into the large room that his teacher used to train him, the mirrors that covered the back wall were all broken. Piles of broken glass were spread half way across the hard wood floor. In the middle of the floor was Morgan’s body. His head had fallen several yards away. Morgan’s dark eyes were wide open, and Alex felt like they were looking right at him. “Oh fuck.”

“A student,” the voice was a husky purr. Alex turned to see a willowy woman with skin the color of dark chocolate melt out of the shadows. She had a long sword angled over her shoulder. Her hair was beaded and hung down to the middle of her back. “How nice. I was feeling like I could have a little bit more.”

“More?” Alex held his own sword at the ready. He swallowed hard. He’d just proposed to Eden, and he’d promised to take care of her. He had no intention of dying now. “You kill my teacher and you’re ready to take me on already? Greedy much?”

“Shut up and play, boy,” she snapped. “As if I’d give you years to get better when I can just take you now.”

She didn’t say another word. Instead she lept towards him, her hair fanning out as she twisted and brought her blade down in a deadly arch. Alex darted to the side, bringing his katana up with both hands to block her strike with the unsharpened edge of his blade. He felt the force of her blow up the length of his arms. He was surprised he hadn’t felt it in his fillings.

Her next strike came close to slicing off his ear. Alex felt his hair move in the breeze of her blade and then felt the trickle of blood running down his cheek as he jerked away. As he fell back, he took a slice at her midsection and was rewarded by a hiss of pain coming from between her lips. First and second blood had been drawn.

Their blades skirled and rang as they danced back and forth across the floor. Alex slipped in a pool of Morgan’s blood and went down on one knee. As the woman rushed toward him, he brought up his blade at the last moment and impaled her through the stomach. Alex gritted his teeth and twisted the blade, just like Helena had done to kill him.

“I am not ready to die.” He didn’t withdraw his katana, instead he used it to help get back to his feet. “Morgan taught me how to fight with a sword. Hannibal King thought me how to fight dirty.”

The female immortal was gasping for breath at his feet. He knew he’d torn a lung from the frothy pink foam on her lips. He gave the sword one more savage twist and felt it cut through her spine. She collapsed on the floor only a few feet from Morgan with her legs spread out uselessly like a broken puppet. “There can be only one. That is how it goes isn’t it?”

When the Quickening came he knocked him to his knees. What hadn’t broken or burned out when she had killed Morgan was destroyed now. The lightning tore through the house and then hit Alex, burning along his nerves and frying his synapses. He screamed in pain as it kept coming in waves of energy and memories from Morgan, from Olivia and from each and every immortal they had killed in their long lives flowed through him.

In the end, he rolled over and gripped the wall to get back up. Rain was coming through what was left of the windows as he limped back to his car. Alex’s step grew stronger as he went, his body healing any damage that had been done to it.

As always the Challenger started right up, and he drove home without checking the rear view once.

Of all the gin joints in the world.... Kathryn's Return

2008-01-02T21:11:43Z

When you’ve been forced into doing things you don’t want by an illicit cartel and been run through by a sword before another group kidnaps your girlfriend, you get paranoid. As I crouched down to remove the bearings from the drivers’ side front wheel of a 72 Corvette, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. It wasn’t the same ringing in my ears I get when Caleb came near that told me another Immortal was around. This was something else.

As I turned, a shadow fell across my face, showing the silhouette of a tall thin woman. I knew that shape well, and it wasn’t Eden’s. Neither was the perfume that drifted toward my noise to compete with the axle grease. Squinting against the sun that was eclipsed behind her head, I frowned. “What do you want Kathryn?”

“Wow, not even a hello, it’s nice to see you?” She teased. I could hear it in her voice. The shadows were too deep for me to see her smile.

“That would mean it was nice to see you, which it’s not in case you were wondering. I repeat, what do you want?” I got up slowly, and grabbed a shop rag to scrape off some of the thick pasty grease. My hands were shaking as I did it. I hadn’t seen her since I’d found out she was working for the Race. I’d wanted to kill her then. That feeling hadn’t changed so much. “There’s nothing for you here.”

“Nothing?” She sauntered in on her long legs. I took a step back, bumping into my tool rack as she reached to touch my face. “Are you telling me you don’t miss me?”

“I miss you about as much as I’d miss the clap, Kathryn or should I say Kelly?” I tossed the filthy rag at her feet, and grinned when a glob of the grease splattered on her Italian shoes. “I know all about you now. And I don’t want you around here.”

“Afraid your little girlfriend will see me?” Her voice was husky. It wasn’t the kind of voice you’d expect from such a slender woman. Her long brown hair was loose, shining like a curtain of silk. “I know all about her.”

“Good, then you also know I don’t need or want you.” Kathryn took a few more steps up to me, and since she’d back me into a corner I was trapped. “I’ve never hit a woman. Not that having you be the first wouldn’t make my year, and it’s only the second of January.”

“I know you won’t hurt me Alex. You couldn’t if you wanted to. I’m in your blood.” Her fingers reached out and tangled in my hair for a moment before she brushed them across my lips. “Just like you’re in mine. I’ll be back. I just wanted you to know I’m on Los Angeles. We should have dinner. Go to the movies or something, just like we did when we were dating. Remember all the good times we had back then?”

“Get out!” I snarled and shoved past her. “Get the fuck out of my shop or I swear to god.”

“You swear to god what? That you’ll love me until death do us part?” She held up her left hand, the diamond ring I’d given her glinting in the sunlight. “I’m your wife Alex. Maybe you should remember that when you’re crawling in bed with your mistress. Nice to see you. Next time, I’m sure we’ll have even more fun.”

I watched as she strolled out like she owned the place. I swallowed hard before picking up something heavy and tossing it against the wall. “This is not what I need right now. Not what I need at all.”

The Extra Mile - Episode 5 of Drive - Part 1 & 2

2007-11-21T06:22:02Z

FOX took these down from their websites along with anything else to do with DRIVE. Sadly they have not offered them for sale at Amazon Unbox like the first 4 episodes. Bastards.

Radar Love - locked to Eden

2007-10-22T03:49:43Z

Alex is taking Eden out of town, on a road trip to San Francisco where they're going to hide out for a few days.

He won't be heading back to LA until he hears from Peter that it's safe to go home.

Friends Meme

2007-10-15T01:32:20Z

My LiveJournal Friends

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alex_drives @ 2007-10-12T12:18:00

2007-10-12T19:18:35Z

You Are Not Scary

Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?

How Scary Are You?

Evil Plot Bunny Stuff for tenebrae_nostro

2007-09-24T18:55:27Z

Alex and Caleb's Immortality

Caleb and Alex were both adopted by the Blacks.

Caleb suffered his first death when the First merged with him or when Buffy chopped him in half in Sunnydale. If only she'd known to cut off his head. The First of course takes credit for Caleb's return from the dead, but he is in fact a Higlander style Immortal.

Alex looks older because he hasn't died yet. He will be killed in front of Eden by Helena when Linderman sends his goons to grab Eden.

Alex will come back the first time with King there at the shop. Then it's rescue time.

Methos or Helena will have to tell Alex what he is and the rules of the game. Probably Methos since he's a good guy.

Don't know 'bout this

2007-09-12T05:07:39Z

You Are a Centaur

In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person.
However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways.
You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order.
You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.

What Mythological Creature Are You?

Meme

2007-08-29T13:01:21Z

What color is your soul painted?

Red

Your soul is painted the color red, which embodies the characteristics of love, strength, physical energy, sex, passion, courage, protection, excitement, speed, leadership, power, danger, and respect. Red is the color of the element Fire, and is associated with blood, life and death, birth, volcanoes, and intense emotions.

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Five Questions Meme

2007-08-22T06:10:14Z

THE RULES:
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.*
2. I'll respond by asking you five personal questions about your character/muse so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the completely honest answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions

*I'm changing this rule -- You have to actually say you're up for this. I don't want people hesitating on commenting/questioning my answers because they'd rather not become part of a meme chain.

My questions from a_darker_slayer

1. How the hell did you get involved with vampires anyway? In general, not just the attack.
My friend, Hannibal King, told me about them. I'd just never seen a real one until the other night outside the shop. Luckily King taught me how to use a knife, although he did say I was a natural for it.

2. How does it feel to be constantly mistaken for a sociopathic priest?
I have had people think I'm someone else, but I think I just have one of those kind of faces. I was adopted, so maybe I've got family out there?

3. They say you can tell a hell of a lot about a man by what's in his trash. What's in yours?
Ding Dong wrappers, Pop Tart boxes, pizza boxes, paper plates, lots of grease covered stuff from the garage, pictures of Kathryn...

4. Who was your first love?
My 1972 Dodge Challenger.

5. Give me one good reason why, after slaying vamps with you, I shouldn't drag you to the closest flat surface and fuck your brains out?
I can't think of a single reason good or bad for you not to. Unless I'm no longer single when that happens. I don't cheat. But I do enjoy a good tumble.

Alex' Promo

2007-08-08T20:00:02Z

Tully Vids

2007-08-05T19:27:52Z

Drive Video - Alex Tully

I didn't make 'em, just sharing.

alex_drives @ 2007-08-03T23:19:00

2007-08-04T06:19:26Z

Hit the Road Jack -

2007-08-03T17:31:21Z

The sleek black and blue Challenger slipped between a trio of semi's so close that Alex Tully could see the reflection of the Foster Farms logo on the hood of his car. He barely pressed down on the gas, and the engine dropped into passing and the car shot out from between the big rigs like a bullet.

Alex needed the speed, but there were too many cars and trucks choking the 5. It was nowhere near rush hour, one o'clock in the morning, but the freeway that stretched from Washington State to Tijuana was moving like molassas in a Minnesota winter. Tully gritted his teeth, he wanted to watch the Challenger chew up the pavement. He dashed around a minivan and some kind of SUV, and took the on ramp to State Route 241. It wasn't like he didn't have the $2 needed to pay the tolls. He was rich now, thanks to winning the Race.

Yeah that had been a good idea, not that he'd been given a choice. The fuckers had kidnapped his "wife." He'd risked life and limb to save her, and not just his own only to find out that Kathryn had betrayed him. She'd never loved him. She wasn't who she pretended to be. She had come into his life to play him like a violin tugging on his heart strings, stripping him down to the bare bones and rebuilding him into someone else. Then when he'd accepted his new life as a model citizen, she'd vanished. His world turned upside down, they'd forced him to turn back on old habits - like bank robbery, assault and battery. Alex never did understand why they played him the way they had. Why not just get him into the Race before the set up with Kathryn? Why tear out his heart like that?

"It didn't matter anymore," he said as he floored the Challenger on the nearly empty toll road. "I've got you baby, and you're all I will ever need again. And thanks to those fuckers, I've got 32 million to keep you in tires and gas."

Jump Start Blues

2007-08-03T06:40:20Z

Title: Jumpstart Blues
Team: Tully, Salazar
Wordcount: 971
Rating: PG
Type: Gen, Crossover Drive/Alias
Chapter: 5 of 5
Prompt: Tully's Jump start - the bank robbery
Posted to: virtualdrive

Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Part Four

Alex drove the Challenger in and out of traffic like a shark cutting through a school of baby seals. Dodging left and right, constantly accelerating. He knew that they’d lost so much of their supposed lead from their jump start, that for all intent and purpose they should have just said no. At least that way Sean Salizar wouldn’t have been bleeding all over the backseat of his baby, and that bank guard wouldn’t be dead. It made him sick to his stomach. He darted a glance over at Corinna who was staring out the window with her eyes always on the horizon.

“What are you lookin’ at?” he asked as he kicked the Mopar into passing and slid between a pair of semis. “God’s divine inspiration?”

“You don’t have to get nasty with me, Tully. I told you not to take the jump start. What happened back there isn’t my fault.”

“Well it ain’t mine either. It’s there’s whoever the fuckers are who took my wife.” He chewed at the back of his bottom lip unaware that he’d opened it up again until he tasted the familiar trickle of blood on the end of his tongue. “What the hell’s a Vestival?”

“You’ve got me,” the blonde said with a shrug. “At least we know where we’re going even if we don’t know what it is. Are you going to be alright?”

“I’m tired Corinna. Don’t remember the last time I slept.”

“Me neither.”

Alex snorted. “Oh I know when you slept last, you were snorin’ about fifty miles back.”

“I do not snore!”

“Well whoever told you that lied. You snore.” He actually let out a small laugh at the horror on her face. “You just helped get a man killed back there in Sweetwater, and you’re worried that you snore?”

Corinna folded her arms over her chest and turned away from him then, just watching as they ripped down the highway. She hoped that he didn’t see the tears that filled her eyes.

***
The roar of the Challenger’s engine echoed off of the pink marble walls of the Candoro Marble Works building. Signs for the historical Vestival were hanging here and there, and tents were being put together on the wide expanses of green lawns.

“Looks like a nice little party,” Alex said as he scanned the crowd as he slowed down looking for some sign of Mr. Bright or a red beacon announcing the end of a section of the Race.

“Country living. Quaint,” Corinna said trying to put on a happy face, but she was deathly tired too. “Wonder if we’ll get to stay until the big event.”

“Wouldn’t that be special,” Alex gave her a crooked smile that turn downwards as he spotted the bald man sitting on a park bench feeding a ring of squirrels. “There’s Bright. Let’s get this over with.”

“Ah Mr. Tully, Miss Wile. You’re considerably later than expected, but you did still beat the rest of the competition.” He smiled like he was bringing Christmas joy to all the starving children in Ethiopia. He held out a magnetic card key to Alex. “This is your reward for first place. Unfortunately you won’t be able to stay for as long as your reservations were for, but you should be able to have at least one good night’s sleep.”

“A hotel key? I get a hotel key?” Alex was flabbergasted. “We rob a goddamned bank, get a man killed and almost lose another, and you give me a fucking hotel key?”

Mr. Bright held up his hands and smiled wider. “It’s a suite at the best hotel in Knoxville Mr. Tully. I know it’s not exactly a night at the Bellagio, but it’s going to be a long time until you get to Las Vegas.”

***
Alex popped the door to the suite open, and felt the muscles in his body relax at the sight of the sun-warmed living room area. “Take your pick of the bedrooms,” he said as he headed towards the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower, and then going to sleep. Don’t wake me up unless that damned phone rings.”

He leaned back against the wall of the shower, enjoying the feel of the cold tiles contrasting with the nearly intolerably hot water pounding over him. He’d used nearly the whole bottle of hotel supplied shampoo, and finally thought his short brown hair felt clean. His skin was pink and fingers wrinkled when he climbed out and wrapped one of the soft white towels around his waist.

He rubbed his hand over his chin, and looked in the mirror. The bruises on his face were turning to a lovely shade of yellow making it look like he had kidney failure or some other disease. But at least they were fading somewhat. But the haunted look in his blue eyes. He didn’t think that was ever going to go away.

He reached towards the mirror and drew a heart in the steam coated glass. A pair of initials AT and KT, and then wiped it away with the palm of his hand before pulling on a pair of clean blue jeans from his duffle bag and a fresh t-shirt.

“What are you in high school?” he shook his head then raked his fingers through his hair and limped towards the closed door of Corinna’s bedroom. “Bathroom’s all yours.”

“Alex,” he smiled as Kathryn’s long cool fingers brushed over his chest, and the curtain of her soft dark hair fell over his shoulders. “Wake up Alex.”

“Kat,” he purred, voice rough with need and pain. “Where are you Kat?”

“I’m right here, baby,” she said as her lips found his. “I’m always going to be here with you.”

Alex Tully smiled in his sleep, and let the dream take him deeper.

Promise of the Future

2007-08-03T06:38:57Z

Title: Promise of the Future
Team: Tully/Alias crossover
Wordcount: 1056
Rating: R for language
Type: Gen
Chapter: 5/5
Prompt: Checkpoint 3
Posted to: virtualdrive
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

He didn’t want to bring her the print out. With trembling hands the operative stepped towards the slender woman who terrified him as much as she excited him. He really couldn’t count how many times he’d fantasized about Peyton having her way with him since he’d become part of the team monitoring Alex Tully. She was beautiful, sexy and deadly as hell, and he knew it.

“Miss Peyton,” he stammered holding the paper towards her. “We have a problem, and I thought you should know about it first.”

Kelly Peyton looked up from her laptop, her dark eyes focusing on the shaking of the boy’s hands as she snatched the paper from him. She could feel her blood turning cold as she read the newspaper article and the police report that he’d included. She slammed down the screen of her computer and pushed past the boy without a word.

He back up against the wall of the converted semi trailer, and counted his blessings.

“Did you see this?” she demanded shoving the papers beneath the nose of her superior. The man cocked his eye brows at her before taking them. “The last thing we need is a federal manhunt going on for Tully. How the hell did this happen? We had the truck didn’t we?”

“Last thing I knew we did,” the man who had been masquerading as officer Poole said. “We towed it from the side of the road. It must have been one of the other teams.”

“Well I tend to doubt it would be our team, since we want him to win,” she snapped back. “They say they have my DNA in the blood evidence. How the hell could they have my DNA?”

“Well I’m sure you left something behind. You’d been living with the man for years Kelly.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Peyton was pacing like a caged tiger in his small cubicle. “How did they get enough blood that matches my DNA? I know how to fake a murder. You need at least two pints of blood for something like this, and trust me I never leave home without mine.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“We have to. Outside of me showing up alive and well, which gives Tully no reason to race, we’ve got to find a way to get him out of this mess. This is going to fuck up our plans, and I did not waste years of my life teaching the fifth grade in fucking Nebraska for someone to mess up our plans. Tully wins this race. Period.”

***
“You know I didn’t kill her, don’t you?” Alex asked. His hands were clamped on the wheel of the Challenger like she was a life raft in the middle of shark infested waters. “I love her.”

“I know that,” Corinna started to reach out to touch his arm, but then drew away afraid of what he might do. “I know you love her. I know they’re using her to make you drive, remember? The cops just don’t understand.”

“What am I supposed to do? If I turn myself in, they’ll kill her. If I keep driving, the FBI will be dogging us all over the country. Sooner or later, we’ll end up with bullets between the eyes, and Kathryn will end up dead.” He slammed his hands on the wheel. “I don’t know what to fucking do!”

“I can tell you one thing we’ve got to do, Alex. We need to get to Fort Jefferson before midnight. We’ll work on a plan to clear up this mess as we go.”

“After what happened when they gave me the car, I don’t know what end is up, Corinna. They forced me to confess. They made me give up who I was. Why the hell would they let me get pegged for killing Kathryn? Don’t make no sense.”

“No, it doesn’t. But Alex,” this time she did lay her hand on his arm. Corinna could feel how tightly wound his muscles where. “There are other teams out there. We’re moving up in the ranks. What better way to take out the competition than something like this?”

“You think it’s one of the other drivers?”

“No, I think it’s their road side assistance. We’ve got our guardian angels, if you can call them that, and so do the other teams.”

“We’re just rats in a maze for them. They don’t care whose lives they ruin.” Alex started the ignition. He took several deep breaths as he felt the car warm up. “Did I mention I was going to kill them?”

“Just the one time,” Corinna said with a watery smile. “We’ll make it through this Alex. We’ll save Kathryn.”

***
The windows were down in the car as they shot through the afternoon north from Knoxville towards Ballard County Kentucky. Alex didn’t like being in Kentucky. It reminded him too much of who he had been and who he’d been reborn as.

“Have you ever been to Kentucky before?” Corinna asked as she noticed how many times he glanced in the rearview mirror. She could see him twitching like a cat near the nip.

“Long time ago, I did a little job here,” Alex smiled when he saw the taillights of Salazar’s Impala ahead of them on the freeway. “Time for a little payback.”

Alex slid the Challenger up behind the Impala. Close enough to nearly tap the old car’s bumper. He grinned when Winston glanced up and caught his face in the rearview, and then hit the gas skimming along the side of the big gold car like it was standing still. Tully looped the Challenger in and out of traffic, weaving between trucks, trailers and RVs until he’d done three circles around the Impala before leaving Winston swearing in the dust.

“Feel better now?” Corinna asked white knuckled from the passenger seat. She’d nearly slid beneath the dashboard out of fear for her life in the dangerous game of tag that Alex had been playing. “Because you nearly scared years off of my life.”

“Nope, but I’ll feel better when he catches up with us. I’m going to wipe that grin off his face.”

“And take back the flash drive.”

“Oh yeah, suppose I should do that too.” Alex chuckled darkly as he slid back into the fast lane.