A.N: My first MI5/Spooks fic. I recently came upon Matthew Macfadyen, which led to this wonderful show...and I fell in love. So here's to a hurting Tom Quinn.
He Wears A Mask
Tom Quinn:
He wears a mask.
He owns many, actually. But he wears one everyday, nevertheless.
Tonight, this night, Tom Quinn has removed the mask hesitantly. He sits on his leather couch staring blindly at the carpeted floor, his crisp blue orbs filled with glistening tears.
His strong but gentle hands dangle between his slightly parted knees…his breathing slow and steady until it hitches once.
Twice.
Then it ceases altogether as the floodgates open. He cradles his head in those hands of his, his shoulders hunched over as the heels of his palms dig into his red-rimmed eyes.
His tall, fit frame trembles and shakes as sobs rack against his exhausted body, relentless.
The mask has slipped, edging off his boyishly handsome face along with the salty tears…all cascading down his pink cheeks in individual steady rivers.
Minutes tick by, quickly for most, agonizingly slow for Tom. He leans back into the couch and squeezed his eyes shut…his jaw clenched tightly as tears continue their trek down his face.
A wounded howl escapes his pink lips, echoing in his nearly silent flat. Clenching and unclenching his fists, he howls once more… a hoarse, wounded cry into the night.
He needs to, because once the mask is back on he can't. He would need to go back being this man…or that man…or another man.
Not Tom. Never Tom. Until the mask comes off in the rare times of desolate solace alone…never Tom.
Hiccups emit softly from underneath his perfectly shaped lips, his throat raw, eyes scratchy, his cheeks wet and sticky. He swipes away roughly at the evidence of rare emotion on his face, before allowing a humming sigh.
He looks around his dimly lit flat and quells his trembling lips. With one last mournful expression, he let's go of the usually well-hidden emotions expertly.
No longer Tom Quinn. He was now Ellie's Matthew…that man's this and that's man's that. Oh no, he was not Tom Quinn.
He was a man with a vast assortment of colorful masks…some scary, some friendly, some serious…none coming close to the actual man underneath it.
He had many masks, he did.
He was certainly wearing one now.
THE END.
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