#dark!alex

You were on your stomach, with your hips tightly between Alex’s knees. You weren’t going anywhere. All you could do was scream and beg while your clothes were being clawed off. His nails leaving red marks on your beautiful ebony skin. This would’ve been traumatizing under any circumstance, but with his little brother just watching it all happen made you want to die. 

The feeling of your underwear being pulled down snapped you out of your trance.

“No, no, no! Alex, stop! Please, stop it! Please!”

“It’s too late for that now. I gave you one thing to do. ONE! And you couldn’t do it. So now, I’ll make sure you’re home when I want you to be. Doing what you’re supposed to be doing. Not what you want to do,” he said while unbuckling his belt.

Tears were flowing down the side of your face as you turned your head trying your hardest to look back at him, “Please, don’t”

He let out a light chuckle, “What? Are you worried about our guest? Ohhh, he’s not here for you, Sweetheart. Bill, you mind if I teach my beautifully stupid wife a lesson?” He asked placing a condescending kiss to the side of your clammy, coily clad head. 

Bill looked at his brother and then to you, “Not at all. Please proceed.”

“See, don’t worry about him. Worry about me” he said as he forcefully inserted himself into your ass.

You clawed at the carpet beneath you as you let out a silent scream. The pain shot all over your body that you thought you would pass out. Alex gave you no time to adjust before roughly thrusting in and out of your “Special Occasions” area. 

You looked Bill directly in his eyes, “Bill, please.”

“You’re almost done, Y/N.”

“No, please. Please. Please. Make him stop,” you pleaded while sobbing at this point. 

All you could hear were the sounds of the animal that you called your husband forcing himself on you. It was evident he was close to finishing and he pulled out and inserted himself into your vagina to cum. He pinned your head down on the carpet as you squeezed your eyes shut and let out strangled sobs. 

He stayed inside of you for what felt like forever, making sure he was fully done. He got up and pulled up his pants. He kicked your panties over to you, telling you to be more modest in front of company. He and Bill went into the kitchen to make their plates like nothing happened, leaving you in a puddle of tears. H

As you slowly re-clothed your bottom half, you couldn’t help but clutch your chest and curl into a ball. You held your stomach and cried,

“I’m so sorry, Baby.”

She’s sitting down, the chair turned so that her elbows rest on the back of it and her legs settle either side of it as she stares at the mirror. Matt is sitting across from her, the file he had held moments ago now in the no-man’s land of the table. James Lester is standing on the other side of the glass, unseen. But still, she seems to know where he is.

“Why did you tell us your name was Ella?” Matt asks.

“Because that’s my name.” she answers stoutly, eyes fixed on the glass. “My name is Ella Dobrowski.”

“That’s the name you gave to Emily’s group when you joined them, but it isn’t your real name, is it?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You joined the Time Tribe three years ago, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Who did you travel with before that? Were you in our time or were you always on the other side of the anomalies?”

“I spent most of my time on the other side. Alone.” she answers. “But why are you asking me this if you already have a dossier? Surely the answers to all of these questions are in there.”

Just ask her, Matt, there’s no point in dragging it out. Lester orders, his voice buzzing through Matt’s earpiece.

“Alright, Ella. Does the name Alexandra Hart mean anything to you?” Matt asks after the slightest hesitation. Her head tilts a little as a wicked smile curls across her face.

“Please. Call me Alex.”

***

Emily Merchant stands next to Jess Parker’s chair, surrounded by monitors. The screen up and to her right is showing Alexandra Hart in the interrogation room. She’s taken her jacket off, rolled up the sleeves of the unbuttoned shirt she’s wearing over the grubby tank top. At her elbow, where the fabric is folded, black tattoo ink peeks out. She’s used string Becker obviously hadn’t found before being punched to tie up a large section of hair, revealing the piercings in her ears. Every so often she looks up, directly at the camera, before starting to pace like a wild animal in a cage again.

Connor Temple watches the screen worriedly, his only comfort the warmth radiating from Abby standing beside him. He should be re-reading reports, approving calculations, but his eyes are glued to the screen, following Alexandra as she moves. He remembers her, her taunts echoing in his head, the sound of gunshots. Abby wraps an arm around him and manoeuvres him so he can’t see the screen anymore, her hand moving up and down his back in an attempt at comforting him.

James Lester stands in his office, watching the team as they shift uncomfortably, knowing who’s in the building. Matt and Becker stand somewhere behind him, Matt with his hands in his pockets and Becker with his behind his back. Jess Parker hovers nervously, fidgeting with the bracelet around her wrist.

“Who is Alexandra Hart? Why haven’t I heard of her?” she asks. Becker answers before Lester can turn.

“She killed the Professor.”

“Professor Cutter?”

“Alexandra has murdered several of…our team.” Lester cuts in, “Doctor Page, Professor Cutter, Jenny Lewis, Danny Quinn.” Becker still can’t understand how Lester can say their names with so little emotion.

“Hart?” Jess repeats.

“Stephen was her uncle.”

“Alexandra went missing fourteen years ago, on the same night Helen Cutter disappeared, in exactly the same spot.” Becker explains, “Her blood and Helen’s bag were found there and the police assumed they had been murdered, but no other evidence was ever found.”

“How old was she?” Jess is scared to ask the question, is scared of how long she must have been trapped in time.

“She turned twelve a week after she went missing.” Becker wishes she hadn’t asked the question, wishes he hadn’t had to answer. Jess’ youngest sister is eleven.

“We haven’t seen her since Abby and Connor went missing. We rather hoped she’d died along with Helen. But we still don’t know if Helen is dead…” Lester pauses, and in the time it takes him to turn to face the other three, Matt nods at Jess to dismiss her and she slips out of the office to head back to her desk.

“She’s said she’ll give us the full story if we return her belongings.” Matt reminds Lester, “Her personal effects.”

“And what exactly are those?” Lester directs the question to Becker.

“Rings, necklaces. String, lockpicks. Fair amount of weaponry, photographs, the contents of the bag-“ he starts to list.

“Give her the trinkets.” Lester decides, “And I want to talk to her.”

“Sir-“ Matt starts.

“She’s made an attempt on my life before and she did not succeed. This time Becker will accompany me. Is there nothing you can do about that black eye?”

“No, sir.”

“Ah well then.”

***

Alexandra doesn’t speak until all of her various trinkets are where they should be, her fingers hesitating to let go of a small, blue, rectangular pendant before it falls onto her chest. She lets her head tilt to the side as she looks at Becker, a smug smirk crossing her face.

“How’s your pretty little face, Soldier Boy? Did I break anything?”

“No.” Becker answers, the word falling like a stone.

“It can be arranged.”

“I think not, Alexandra.” Lester tells her from where he sits. “Please, sit.” he says to her and, after a moment, she reaches out to the still-backwards chair, turns it and sits. She folds her arms and rests them on the table.

“Since when did you have manners, James? I recall the last time we met you had me shot.”

“You tried to kill me.”

“That I did.” Alexandra nods, almost smiling at the memory.

“You agreed that if we gave you your things you would talk.” Lester says, and she nods again.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything. Fill in the gaps of your file.” Lester tells her, pushing said file towards her. Alexandra flips it open and lets out a low whistle. There’s hardly anything there. Practically nothing. There are two pictures. One from over four years ago, from the first time she’d run into the ARC. And the other…the other is from a completely different life.

“My name is Alexandra Louise Hart. I was born in October 1986 to Adrian John and Neave, who were stabbed and murdered when I was two years old. My uncle, Stephen James Hart, became my legal guardian. Professors Nick and Helen Cutter were my godparents, Detective Constable Danny Quinn a family friend.” Alexandra recites this information unblinkingly, as if it means less than nothing, glances down at the file to check the next box, “I have no existing medical conditions, allergies,” this is a lie, but neither of the men pick up on it, “or addictions and I am not on any medication. I committed no crimes before I was pronounced dead and therefore do not have a criminal record-“

“But you have broken the law.” Becker cuts in, not quite able to stop himself, “You have killed people. How many people have you murdered, Alexandra?”

“I don’t know.” she tells him, staring directly at him. “How many people have you killed, Captain?” she asks casually. Lester feels the energy change in the room, can tell Becker’s about to do something stupid. He clears his throat.

“Go on, Alexandra, please. You should be dead.”

“And yet here I am, in all my glory.”

“Yes. Explain that, would you?”

“Well, a week before my twelfth birthday, Helen went to the Forest of Dean and she took me with her. She said we were going on an adventure, and she showed me the anomaly. A…Gorgonopsid came through, if I remember right, chased us to the nearby supermarket. I don’t know how we escaped, but we returned the Forest and simply stepped through the anomaly.”

“Did anything else happen? What did she say to you?” Lester pushes.

“I don’t remember.”

“Alexandra-“

“I was a child.” she snaps. “Eleven years old. I don’t remember.”

“Alright.” Lester says slowly, after a pause. “Why did you join the Time Tribe, why not stay with Helen?”

“Because she died.” Alexandra tells him, shifting to lean back into the chair.

“And how did that happen?” Lester asks, though he thinks he may already know the answer.