We Go Together ~ (Jalex)

Doors are the wonderous gateway to everything, and sometimes back to jail

A door. A big and very heavy door stood in the way of Alex and the person who knocked on it. Alex stared at the door for a little while, wondering exactly what he should be doing with it.

A door. It's a door. You open it. A door.

Alex stood staring for far too long before he managed to pick himself up and figure out how to open it. He didn't have any keys so instead he had to make do with what he had. And that was a paperclip he kept in his trouser pocket incase of situations like this. He pulled it out and bent it into the desired shape as he toyed with the lock in attempt to open it. By the time Alex had finally opened it, the person at the door was long gone, which was probably a good thing now that he thought about it. He couldn't believe how irresponsible he was going to be by planning to open that door and reveal his face to the world. He smacked himself firmly on the forehead in frustration before taking a quick look around for any remains left by the visitor.

In the place of whoever was stood at the door before himself, there was a poster of a face lying upon the worn doormat in front of him. And yet it wasn't any old poster, this poster was more of a flyer, not that there is much difference there. It was a flyer on white glossy paper. A flyer with a name upon it. A flyer with information pasted all over it. A flyer with 'wanted' headlining the page.

A flyer with Alex on it.

Alex held the page in his hand analysing the sheet with the scrutiny of a detective. When Alex had finally finished reading the text over and over, making sure there were no concealed implications, he threw it out, walking towards the kitchen, shrugging and placing the sheet in the bin. He let the bin lid slam before resuming his thought process of the flyer. People were looking for him and wanted him, and for what? To lock him up again? He'd only escape. With Kellin on the loose, neither man would stay imprisoned for long. That's right, Alex had to fully reunite himself with Kellin, but he couldn't. With jack now weighing down on Alex's conscience, he couldn't leave the man so open and vulnerable. Damn what was he thinking? He'd known jack for almost a total of a day; he had managed pretty well by himself up until now, so he didn't understand why he would suddenly care about the thoughts of another man. Alex almost wished he could go back to being weakness free. Damn he killed his own parents, but throw him a soulmate and the guy was a mess.

It wasn't long later that jack plodded down the stairs. His heavy footed strides could be heard echoing throughout the house as he found himself hunting for Alex. "Alex?" Jack called as he reached the base of the stairs, before turning around and seeing Alex stood beside the bin. "Hey, you have seen a bin before haven't you?" Jack questioned. Alex gave an airy chuckle and nodded his head.

"I'd be concerned if I hadn't seen a bin." Jack nodded at Alex's little attempt at a joke to ease their awkwardness.

"And yet you haven't seen an airing cupboard." Jack raised an eyebrow and gave Alex a lopsided grin.

"Alright, touche." Alex sighed and folded his arms across his chest, hanging his head in slight defeat. There was silence among the two for a bit before jack created something to fill the blank empty void of sound between them. "Who was at the door?" Jack wondered, looking deeply at Alex, trying to draw information out through his eyeballs.

"No one, they were already gone by the time I opened the door." The killer sighed and shrugged. But his cool soon faded as he almost sank lower into himself if that was even possible. And it was almost, cute. Almost. You see, to jack, Alex really wasn't all that unattractive, in fact, jack would have easily found himself captivated by the man. But knowing he has the blood on his hands in equivalence to that of a thousand soldiers, put jack off, ever so slightly. But Alex wasn't a bad looking guy. With soft features, tousled honey brown hair, kind brown eyes- at least when he looked at jack anyway, a slim figure and, considering who he is and what he does for a living, his face was unblemished and untouched by the cruelty of the world. It wasnt rugged and scarred. Sure there was a light amount of stubble dusting his face but that was all that covered him in that sense. And it suited him. Alex Gaskarth was a good looking guy. And that was what made jack wonder whether he couldn't turn Alex in because he was too captivated by his looks. Jack was appalled by that fact and instead decided to push the thought to the corner of his mind.

"What did the person do, do you know?" Jack continued to press. Alex shrugged and turned his head away from jack's judgemental eyes. "Alex, what did the person want?" Jack's voice had grown stern and sincere as Alex's lack of knowledge continued. "Alex!" Jack exclaimed.

"Alright alright." The smaller man with brown hair caved. "no need to yell at me." Jack couldn't help but smirk at Alex's response. The slightly shorter man was growing softer and softer by the minute. He almost appeared normal to jack. Alex wasn't laughing however as he opened the bin and pulled out the scrunched up piece of paper he threw in the trash earlier. He folded out the flyer and handed it to jack reluctantly, knowing exactly what jack was going to say anyway.

"They're after you."

"I know."

"You're not safe."

"I'm never safe."

"You need to turn yourself in."

"You what?"

Jack hesitated for a second, knowing fully well he had just said the wrong thing. He wasn't even sure if he meant it, he was just searching for some kind of escape route to avoid police banging on his door searching for Alex. "Yeah, but-"

"Dammit stripe. No I don't. I'm not turning myself in. You and your fucking morality shit. You're just like everybody else. I'm not turning myself in if it's the last thing I do, okay? Not buts. I've got friends, I've got places, call the police if you fucking want but I'm not turning myself in." Alex heaved. Out of breath and slightly panting, he turned for the door and tried to storm out, only seeing a hand grasping his arm in desperation.

"Alex. I didn't mean it, honest." Jack's eyes were sorrowful and he wasn't quite sure why he was calling Alex back. The fact Alex was so ready to walk out should have been good enough for him, he wouldn't have to deal with the worry of concealing someone of his type. He wouldn't have to feed the animalistic anger within his other half and he wouldn't have to suffer the pain. He barely knew the guy it was best to let him go early before anything bad happened... or before he got too attached.

So he let him go.

And he almost regret it instantly.

The look of pain in Alex's eyes was almost enough to call him back. But not quite. As Alex left the house, jack could feel the guilt settle in his stomach like a kilogramme weight. It sat there, only sinking further and further creating a far bigger problem than he would have originally thought. Alex had left and he probably resented jack for what he had said, and somehow, that caused jack to feel completely disheartened.

Feeling a little too hopeless on ever winning Alex back around, jack found himself making his way back upstairs and searching for the comfort of his bed, ready to lie there for the next week if he could. Maybe he'd skip out on work tomorrow, he might be able to get away with another sick day. He's already had a week's worth of sick days within the last two months and he was on thin ice as it was with his job, so taking another sick day was risky. But did jack care? Jack couldn't give two of anything. He really couldn't care less at all, and he probably should, but in this moment and this second, jack just felt like dying again.

Part of him wanted Alex back.

He wanted to lay down with Alex by his side, cuddling into him and wishing the world to disappear so it could be just the both of them. Having said that. Jack didn't exactly want that with Alex, he wanted that with his soulmate, it just happened to be that his someone special was Alex. Jack was beginning to think that his basic office dwelling life was going to get a little less basic.