Title: Run
Author: Evil Little Dog
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: This is a derivative work, and, as such, I make absolutely no money writing this. Darn the luck.
Summary: Happy endings don't come easy. Spoilers for series finale.
When you're a spy, you know there aren't always happy endings. They're not guaranteed. Most often, they don't happen. Heartbreak is common - you learn to guard your heart. You build walls around it. But sometimes, someone comes in and shatters those walls. Like Fiona.
There's nothing left but to run. So we clasp hands and run. Bombs explode around us, to the fore, to the rear. We run because to do otherwise is to die and neither of us wants that.
Not yet.
Not with the friends we have, not with the gifts we've been given.
Not with Charlie still needing us.
We run, crashing through the glass, hitting the water, swimming to safety. We collect Charlie and we run, all the way to Ireland, leaving everything behind.
Fi and I, we can't look back. We have each other. We have Charlie.
When you're dead, at least to almost everyone who matters, you can be a different person. Choose one of the aliases you'd used over the years and become him or her. You aren't a spy or a mad bomber with past ties to the IRA. You're whole new couple with no ties to the past. It's time to stop running and live.
~ end ~
