Right then, a proper fic! Miracles do happen! I promise it will get cheerful later! The next few chapters will probably be up quite soon!
Thanks to Em for the title and for being wonderful, and to Gems and Kate! hugs
Disclaimer: I do not own Spooks or Coldplay.
Trouble
A feeling of numbness coursed through every inch of her frozen body. A body she knew would be frozen for eternity.
Oh no, I see,
A spider web is tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,
Oh no what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
So I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,
Harry the love of her life fading into a murky sunrise that felt, ironically, more like a sunset. She found it impossible to comprehend the whirlwind, or rather hurricane, of events that had raged, caused irreparable damage, and finally left her uprooted and snapped in two. Now there was nothing.
I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.
She knew it would take weeks to even comprehend the unthinkable and analyse the mass of data and numbers and years more to accept it, if she ever managed to. She couldn't cry, she couldn't do anything except stand on the edge and feel the laws of magnetism and basic science broken. So unnatural.
Oh no I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
But here I am in my little bubble,
A new identity; a new start: a life more ordinary for an extraordinary person. Blending in to colours where she did not belong. Her family, the team, behind her were they gone forever? Left, together, to deal with the aftermath of scandal and the vultures that gorged upon it. All she could do was stare, alone, at a chasm-esque present, a gaping hole.
Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.
Bitterness complemented the numbness as she thought of Mace, the man who had destroyed the fabric of her being. Her fists clenched and every bone in her empty body screamed to fight back. To not leave, yet when trapped in a black widows web, what could she do but die?
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me.
