protective alex claremont-diaz

It’s been five months, and still Alex is never completely prepared for Henry’s performances. Private or otherwise.Or,Henry is a night dancer, and he’s everything Alex wants.

Saturday nights in the ER were, from Alex’s humble point of view, the worst. When the rest of the week tended to be incredibly busy still —as emergency rooms always were, Saturday nights brought a whole new level of insanity Alex had yet to get used to. — In which Alex's shift in the ER turns out to be more interesting than previously planned when a certain patient is admitted in quite a... peculiar situation.

“If y’all don’t contact the CIA right fucking now, I swear to God, Shaan, I will do it myself. My mom is the President. I’m the First Son. I won’t hesitate to use my position. I don’t fucking care if it causes a conflict between us and the Queen. The love of my life is missing, and nothing, and I mean nothing, in this world is more important than him,” Alex vows. or,Alex storms the Kensington Palace for the second time after Henry tells him to leave, and Henry is missing.