For a drabble challenge over on Wattpad I was given one of my least favorite characters in the RA catalog, as a good challenge should take a writer out of their comfort zone. The result was two drabbles, one looking at the character from the outside, one from within.
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"He's out," she said quietly, scrolling through the feeds of traffic cameras around Belgrave Square.
"Ros."
"I don't care about your guilt Harry, he's a liability we can't afford."
"He's is the only link we have to the Sarah Caulfield who is the only link we have to Nightingale. She has shown herself still open to giving him information and if what she said is true, we don't have much time."
"…So as we leave ourselves vulnerable, she leaves Nightingale vulnerable."
"Just so."
"Your call, but if the Russians sent him back with his testicles in a jar, the least he could do is hand them over to you for safe-keeping rather than any silly blonde who bats her eyelashes at him."
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He knocked the back of his head against the pillar, welcoming the small pain as distraction from the tearing in his chest, the burning of his throat.
"Take me with you."
He was still breathing. She did love him…as much as people like themselves could, but they both knew her associates would never bring Harry's man into Nightingale. They would both die trying.
"Take me with you."
Away from this, from any life outside the Section burned to ash. Away from duty and care and loneliness.
"Take me with you."
To a life without the weight of conscience, of control.
To a life of air and warmth and M…
His mobile rang.
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