I don't know if this is spoilery for 8.08, so I'll just put this here incase.
Well, it's late, and I just finished watching the explosive series finale and just had to knock this out because I am wistfully hoping that Ros managed to drag the HS far enough away that they haven't been blown to smithereens. So this may be crap, but I'm hoping that this roughly what will happen. :P I can live in hope.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Spooks.
Ros slowly opened her eyes, the fog clearing and as her brain re-started itself, she realised that she wasn't dead. No, she was still here. She hardly dared to believe it, as smoky tendrils hovered above her, dust from the blast hanging in the air. She blinked slowly, her ears were ringing, debris seemed to be strewn around her, but other than that she appeared to be functioning normally.
Ros gingerly sat up, the sound of sirens assaulting her already damaged ears and pushed the matted hair from her eyes. Yes, arms appeared to be working and she could move her legs, the day could only go up from here. That was when she remembered that the paralysed Home Secretary was lying inched away from her.
"Home Secretary?" She asked nervously, crawling over to where he lay.
To her relief, the still body stirred, and his eyes shot open. She couldn't help a small smile from creeping across her lips. In the short space of time she had spent with him, facing almost certain death, she had grown to like him. The fact that he could bring himself to laugh with her in the face of being blown to kingdom come equalled some brownie points in her books.
"What?" He mumbled.
Ros coughed as she inhaled a large quantity of dust.
"We're alive." She simply stated, still unable to believe that she had cheated death again for the umpteenth time.
No matter what she had said earlier to that scumbag Price, when push came to shove, Ros was not as fearless as she liked to make out. As the seconds had counted down, with the HS in her arms as she desperately tried to drag him out, they both knew they weren't going to make it and the thought had terrified her. A familiar tightness in her chest had started to form, just like it had when Juliet had been standing over her with that needle.
Ros laughed, she laughed because she couldn't believe they were here.
She laughed because she knew she was cheating death.
She laughed because she was fighting back the tears of relief from pouring down her face.
And the Home Secretary joined in with her, as unbelieving as she was, though, he found he was still unable to move.
"You managed to drag us to safety after all. I'd definitely promote you." He slurred as the laughter subsided.
Ros emitted another short laugh.
"Well, my luck is probably starting to wear thin."
She lay back down on the ground and stared into the thick grey smoke. wondering if she'd ever get over her fear of dying. She should have died a long time ago, she told herself, yet for some incomprehensible reason, she had eluded the cold grasp once more. Her clock was running down.
Ros closed her eyes, grateful that at least this time, it was still ticking.