Hyde and Seek - (James)(Casual)

[HENRY JEKYLL/EDWARD HYDE]

Last night around three o’clock in the morning Edward Hyde made the executive decision that Doctor Henry Jekyll would not be going to work the next morning. Bored with the same old routine, Ed finished a bottle of Jack Daniels and perched himself on the top of the Chrysler Building as if he were a gargoyle. What had possessed him to sneak passed security so that he could teeter along the edge of the building for a few hours he didn’t know. Perhaps it was the thrill of it all. The challenge of sneaking so quietly through the corridors that he himself could barely hear the soft clink of his footsteps on the tile.

Feeling buzzed, Edward could care less about his motives. All he wanted at that moment was to break the monotony of watching Henry go about his day helping people for one day of reckless fun. What’s life without a little danger? So around five-thirty when Henry Jekyll should have been rolling out of bed and stumbling into a hot shower Edward gave the hospital a call and explained that he was terribly ill in that feathery, pompous voice of Henry’s that he hated so much. He took a swig of a new bottle of Jack that Henry had stashed away for one of those “special occasions” just so that he could spite the little bastard, dressed up in a sleek and what he deemed the most ostentatious of Henry’s suits and hopped down to the closest subway station.

He exited the underground about twenty minutes later and found himself strolling up the sidewalk of NYU. Edward hadn’t had a day to himself in quite a long time. For the most part he waltzed around in the dark. It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the sunlight and for his skin to stop trembling each time the breeze picked up. He’d grown used to florescent lighting of the hospital but, the outside world was much different. Edward smiled, feeling shiny and new.

Weaving through the hallways, it didn’t take Edward long to find the door to James’ office. It had been a few months since he’d seen the slimy bastard so it only seemed fitting to surprise him. That and crack open a few bottles of what ever it was James liked to drink these days and move a few things around. Edward liked to fuck with things, particularly things that didn’t belong to him.

Leaning back in James’ leather chair with his back to the door, Edward felt a bit like a bond villain waiting for the infamous double-oh-seven to crash through the door. So, he swiveled back around and began rummaging through some of the paperwork that was stacked on the desk as he sipped what appeared to be a very expensive bottle of liquor.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

Meeting with the Dean of Education was an asinine and usually pointless endeavor that James had to perform every few weeks. Apparantly, snogging his boytoy and being walked in on by a student warranted constant supervision. The Dean kindly let James keep his job as long as he agreed to have weekly meeetings with the Dean to discuss behavior and what have you. James had rolled his eyes at the agreement and sweet talked the Dean into only doing meetings once every few weeks, once a month idealy but the Dean wouldn't budge on that. Every third week, not for any longer than that.

Walking briskly down the hallways of NYU, recovering from yet another boring appointment, James tried to shake off the past hour like it hadn't happened. An hour of listening to that mane drone on and on about proper protocal was not James's idea of a good time. He already knew the speech by heart: he was an educator of law and literature, not sexuality or anatomy. James was to keep the relationship out of the classroom. He had no problem following that rule. He had a perfectly good office he'd hate to see go to waste.

Turning into the hallway leading to his classroom, the students who were milling about parted. James smirked inwardly at their reaction to him. He loved being feared like that. They all avoided meeting his eye and only spoke once he was past them. Ah power. How sweet it did taste.

James turned into his lecture hall briskly, walking down the steps and right to his desk. There was sound inside and James took it in stride. Who ever had the balls to let themselves into his office deserved to be found suddenly. James swung open the door, stepped inside, and shut it sharply behind him. At his desk sat Edward.

"You better have a good bloody reason to be sitting at my desk and drinking my cognac," James snapped, striding over to the desk, slamming a hand down on top of the papers Edward was rifling through. He wasn't in the best of moods, not after his 'meeting'.

[HENRY JEKYLL/EDWARD HYDE]

" 'Ello, love!" Edward sang in his best impression of a British accent. Which, in it's own right, was spot on but, as most Englishmen would say, was rather cheeky. "Don't look so excited to see me now." He dropped the papers back onto the desk in no particular order, leaned back in James' chair rubbing the armrests with his fingers with a smug grin on his gaunt face. There was no reason as to why he had decided to pop in on James besides a bout of extreme boredom. If anything he was just here to annoy the holy hell out of his old friend and he was certain it was working.

" How was the dean?" Ed's smile still hadn't left his face, "Better yet, hows..." He began to mime several crude gestures to indicate James' fuck-buddy Sebastian. "Absolutely rubbish that a grown man can't snog his boyfriend in the privacy of his office these days." Edward knew this would only further frustrate James as he was pretty sure he'd had one hell of a morning. But, he couldn't careless. Being stuck watching Henry live for the last few weeks was really getting to his morality. There were moments when he actually thought about how his actions affected others. Now, that was not going to happen again, that was for sure. He needed to do something illegal, something dangerous, hell, something murderous.

Perhaps James would have something up his sleeve. Switching back to his regular tone Edward folding his hands together and answered James' original inquiry, "As a matter of fact, Jim, I do have a bloody good reason for being here. I'm going mad!" At this he stood up and began trouncing around the room throwing his arms in the air, "Granted, I was already mad, but that's not the point! Henry is unbearable! He's a fucking woman, I'm telling you. It's all good Samaritan and " he took a swig from the bottle he'd taken from James' cupboard. " and I swear if I have to hear one more word about un-requited love and saving children from horrible diseases, I will end him. Which in so doing will end me, so I can't even kill him!"

Edward was panting at this point, "Please tell me you need someone killed or something blown up or stolen or vandalized or god I will even piss on someone's car. Anything to escape the monotony of helping people. It makes me want to puke."