Disclaimer: Spooks and all it's characters belong to Kudos and the BBC.
Author's Note: This idea has been in my head for a while now, and it would have been done sooner but i kept finding fault with this first chapter. But i really like this version, and i hope you do to. All the Harry & Ruth goodness will be in later chapters, so you'll just have to keep reading. Please leave a review, this writer loves reading them and wants to know what you think.
Sometime Soon - Chapter One
Rain drops spilled down the panes of glass like tears of sorrow rolling down a pale cheek. Streetlights caught the edges of the watery prisms, rainbows of pinks and blues danced across the surface of the window against a backdrop of black velvet. The soothing patter swallowed by the harsh roar of the diesel engine.
A book lay forgotten on her lap. It's once gleaming perfect pages of white, now discoloured and indented by gentle fingers. The character's whispers of pain and love drowned by the cold English weather, and subtle workings of her mind. The rapid chatter of fellow passengers sounded muffled, as though her head were underwater. A small sigh escaped her lips, and her blue, blue eyes stared unfeeling at the crystalline gems that decorated the surrounding windows. If only she could wish herself to be with her thoughts, somewhere free from the chaos currently swirling in her mind.
Dozens of questions fought to reach the front of her brain, bringing with them a mixture of emotions that she couldn't make sense of. The one thing so crystal clear in her mind was the one thing that confused her so. She ran a slender hand across her temple, feeling the familiar signs of a headache pulsing beneath her fingertips.
She didn't even know why she mentioned it. Maybe somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped that he would have dropped everything and offered her a lift home. Maybe hold her hand, walk her to her front door and give her a gentle kiss goodnight. She closed her eyes in a weak attempt to rid herself of the thought. The ramblings of a dreamers mind. Oh but the look on his face. For that brief moment when he turned around to face her, she ignored all the cautions and allowed herself to believe…
Pink fuzz blurred the corner of her vision. With a slight frown creasing her brow, she turned her head towards the thing that had distracted her from her thoughts. A teddy bear lay neglected on the floor, it's off pink fur littered with dust balls and other things. One jet black eyes hung loosely from its socket by a few white threads, the fuzz had faded from various places. A sign that it was well loved.
For the first time, Ruth noticed the sobbing child that sat across from her. Her mousy blonde hair pulled back from her heart shaped face in pig tails. Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks in harsh lines. A chubby hand reached out to the fallen bear, only to be restrained by her mother, who struggled with both her daughter and half a dozen shopping bags. The little girl kicked against her mother in an attempt to retrieve her beloved teddy bear.
Something tugged at her heart like a fist and Ruth found herself reaching towards the pink bear. With it firmly in her grasp, she offered it to the girl with a heart felt smile. She pulled it into a warm embrace and grinned at the lady who had given her back her friend. A pink fuzzy ear brushed a tear from her cheek as she cuddled it to her. Ruth couldn't stop the smile from tugging up the corners from her mouth as the little angel made the bear wave at her. Finally settling her daughter, the mother gave Ruth a relieved sigh and a thank you.
Feeling a warmth spread through her, Ruth started to turn herself in her seat when a tickle spread across her shoulder blades. She reached up a hand to place against the skin at the back of her neck when she realised when she'd had the feeling before. She risked a glance towards the stairwell and felt her heart skip a beat. Though her smile never faltered, something flashed behind her eyes, far too quick to notice.
Forcing herself to take a breath, she turned in her seat and faced the window. Her hands, needing something to do, idly turned a page in her book. She had to bite the inside of her mouth to stop herself from turning towards the source of the footsteps that stopped mere feet away. Had to close her eyes to try and stop her pulse from racing as her name slid off his tongue like honey.