It's all AU.

It was evening, and John was fidgeting in a  large leather-backed chair in the corner of the Hotel restaurant. He'd found a dark, dark red button down shirt, with black PVC detailing on the collartips, cuffs and along the pocket top, a series of three small d-rings across the shirt shoulders, and silver buttons. He was now wearing it with the top few buttons open, showing his fading bruises and the healed scratches underneath. His normally worn denim had been exchanged for a crisp black pair of jeans, and his normally slicked back hair had been recently washed and was gel free. It looked shades lighter without all the gunk in it, and it curled softly at the temple as it dried. Pulling once more at the cuffs of his shirt, he mentally cursed himself. This was stupid. Jamie was going to laugh. He was just setting himself up to fall here.

He sighed deeply and ordered a bowl of pistacchios from the server, mostly to have something to keep his hands busy whilst he waited. Putting the new strap on the table in front of him, he once more checked it's set up to make sure everything was perfect with it. Gods, he hoped Jame would go for it. When the pistacchios arrived, he shelled them at a ferocious pace, determined not to mess about any more.

He'd left messages at Jamie's room, at the notice board in the foyer, and in a couple of the local cafes he'd found. He only hoped that Jamie had seen them, and he wasn't going to be sat here all night.