The Doctor

When Alec had agreed to come back and settle his beef with that asshole he had no idea what he was getting into. The race itself was insane and it had no rhyme or any reason, every rider was out for themselves, the more confident ones muscling others not so confident off the track.

He'd already watched two guys go down and not get back up and he was trying very hard not to think about it, simply accelerating before braking to handle a sharp turn. The back of the bike swung out and the bike's weight balanced on the front wheel, precariously and dangerously, but Alec shifted his weight and manipulated both gears and brakes to allow the bike to hit tarmac again.

He breathed out and pressed down again, letting the bike handle the road ahead with as much speed as he could pull from its tank, determined not to let the guys behind him overtake and try to muscle him out. Alec's hands tightened around handlebars and pressed down, shifting through the lull that accompanied the next corner, drawing his weight up a few moments later.

A bike shot past him and a curse escaped his lips before Alec merely focused his attention, catching sight of a shorter way around and it was with an abrupt change of direction that he took it. "C'mon, c'mon," he muttered as he played chicken with the lights, seeing a small amount of traffic up ahead. If he didn't hit the road right then there was a good chance he was going to get clipped and he'd seen how high speed crashes on bikes had worked out from past patients so that really wasn't an option.

He pushed the bike that much harder, listening to the purr turn into a steady roar. The seconds that passed were tense, but thankfully Alec timed it right and managed to get through the lights without any hassle. The doctor let out a breath he hadn't been aware of holding and hit the next turn at startling speed, grunting as he fought to control the bike. His risk paid off, he overtook the leader and then simply accelerated away, leaving them trailing in his dust.

He could do this, he just had to stay ahead and think outside of the box.

Just another lap to go.

Alec pulled on the split in his lip and grunted faintly as he spat out a mouthful of blood, hissing in a breath that caused his teeth to rattle in his jaw. Apparently he'd taken a bend too fast, cut somebody off and the brute hadn't taken too well to coming in last. It really wasn't Alec's fault that the dude couldn't ride.

"Look," he began, immediately cut off by a set of hands in his collar and hauled to his feet. Okay, wow, strong. "It's not my fault you lost."

"You cut me off!" He snarled before drawing his hand back.

Thankfully this time Alec saw it coming so he had the good sense to duck and figured fuck it if the guy could try and kick his ass then he might as well give as good as he got. Alec slammed himself into the other man's stomach and took him down to the ground, managing to catch his own knee at the time, not that it mattered. Alec was currently focusing on making sure the other man couldn't and wouldn't get up anytime soon.

There was a struggle, both men vying for dominance, a battle that eventually ended with Alec's hand freezing mid punch when the guy spoke through a mouthful of blood. "Wait!"

Alec's hand flexed restlessly as the other remained fisted in the guy's shirt collar. "What?" He demanded, hair in complete disarray and knuckles split open and raw.

"We can solve this another way 'stead of us just beating up on each other."

The crowd around them immediately started talking and this caused Alec to look up, furrowing his brow at what could have caused such a buzz so quickly. Obviously the guy on the ground knew something he didn't.

"So, what?" Alec demanded, adrenaline in his veins causing his voice to be deeper and patience shorter.

The guy grinned slowly. "Meet me here tomorrow at three in the morning and we'll settle things then."

Alec found himself cocking his head as he attempted to understand, but he didn't have a lot of time to question the other man because his friends were stepping forward, helping him and Alec to their feet.

"Tomorrow," the guy confirmed with a nod of his head before turning on his heel, disappearing back into the crowd.

Alec brushed the back of his hand over his mouth and then stepped back, turning a second later as he slid through the crowd to where his bike was parked. Three tomorrow morning? Here was hoping his shift finished early.

At three in the morning the streets of Chicago were practically empty except for a stray cab here and there, meaning the long stretches of tarmac were free to anybody to roam. Perfect for those adrenaline fueled junkies that got a kick out of pushing themselves to the limit, hitting the gas and seeing how far and how fast they could go.

Street racing - it was highly illegal, but exactly what a stressed out overworked doctor with a weakness for adrenaline rushes needed. Alec had his friend from work to thank for having found out about the races, without him he never would have gotten near the place. He'd said something about vouching for Alec.

It was risky, anything could happen, one wrong fall and you could quite easily wipe yourself out, but hell, that was half the fun.

Alec had watched several races, winced at a couple and then talked to the guys involved. Thankfully he could strike up conversation with pretty much anyone so getting to know about the races was easy enough. The circuit was well known amongst the more seasoned riders and they took their time in detailing it to Alec, pausing only long enough to ask about his curiosity. It was then that he admitted he wanted to race, get involved and see how well or badly he did at it.

( Ready... Steady... Go! )