Hi, Spookies! Having lurked around the Spooks fandom for a while and having seen the AMAZING last series I felt compelled to write something. So, here it is! I finally found my (Sasha-shaped) muse and this is the result. It is a re-write of the last scene, with a nice bit of Harry/Ruth and a lot of Sasha! I know in the actual episode, Sasha was shot in the leg but this is fanfiction so I can twist things a bit, which means that, for the purposes of this fic, Dimitri shot him in the stomach. On the subject of Dimitri, there will be no Dimitri/Erin in this story. Dimitri is a fantastic character and Erin is a first class bitch so there will be no pairing between them or anyone except Harry and Ruth.
I hope everyone likes this story, and if you do, please drop a line in a review. Enjoy!
Harry's hands shook as he felt for a pulse at the base of her neck and he thought he might faint when he felt the weak beat skip under his fingers. Ruth... His Ruth was alive.
"Callum where's that damn helicopter?" he demanded of the techie.
"They say it should nearly be here... I can hear it now!" Callum's voice was jubilant, relief infusing every syllable, though his voice was partially drowned out by the noise from the blades of the approaching helicopter. It landed near to the group, Harry, Dimitri and Erin huddled over Ruth and Callum standing slightly apart by Sasha who lay on the ground, watching the scene unfold in horror of what he had done. The paramedics ran over, one to Ruth and the other to Sasha. He rejected the man's help immediately.
"You need to help her! Go!"
"Sir..."
"Go! She's dying!"
The paramedic hovered for a second, apparently doubtful, but a shout from his partner sent him running to Ruth's side.
"She's crashing!"
Sasha's eyes widened in horror and he struggled to get to his feet but fell back. Callum had turned to go to Ruth's side but Sasha's voice pulled him back.
"Help me up."
"Look, mate..."
"Please, just do it!"
Callum raised his eyebrows but took hold of Sasha's arm and helped him to his feet. Sasha staggered, but, with Callum's help, made his way to the group surrounding Ruth. The medics wee working frantically to save her life, staunching the bleeding and trying to rouse her. Harry and Erin were too absorbed in watching the paramedics transfer Ruth to a stretcher to notice Callum and Sasha approach, Sasha's arm draped over Callum's shoulders, Callum supporting most of the FSB officer's weight; however, Dimitri's arm shot out, causing the two of them to stagger to a stop. Sasha gasped in pain at the sudden movement and Callum spared him a glance of concern before glaring at Dimitri.
"Just let us see Ruth."
Dimitri snorted. "Have you forgotten who stabbed her?"
Callum opened his mouth to reply but one of the paramedics interrupted. "What caused this?" he inquired, indicating the wound in Ruth's torso.
Harry and Erin shared a glance but it was Sasha who answered. "It was a piece of glass."
Harry started as though he had only just noticed the young Russian. The paramedic looked up briefly and nodded then returned his attention to his patient.
"We need to move. Sir, are you coming with us?" This was directed at Harry who nodded mutely. They headed towards the helicopter as the four other spies watched them go.
A yell from Callum stopped them in their tracks.
"Wait!"
Dimitri and Erin also glanced towards the source of the shout, to see Sasha collapse and fall bonelessly to the ground. Callum knelt next to him and shook his shoulder, none too gently, but got no response.
The paramedics loaded Ruth into the helicopter, and then one of them sprinted back to the others.
"What's wrong?" he asked, dropping to his knees beside Sasha.
Callum answered. "He was shot in the stomach about 20 minutes ago. He just collapsed."
The paramedic nodded, glanced at the helicopter and appeared to make a decision. He spoke into a radio. "Take Miss Evershed to the hospital. I'll call this in and have another helicopter pick us up."
With a whirring of blades, the helicopter took off. They watched it leave and the paramedic returned his attention to Sasha.
"Will Ruth be alright?" Erin asked as the paramedic felt for a pulse at Sasha's neck and pressed a wad of gauze against the heavily bleeding wound in his abdomen.
"I can't really say at the moment," he replied distractedly, focused on the task at hand. "The punctured lung is a serious injury but if she makes it to the hospital then she has a good chance."
Erin let out a breath of relief and Callum nodded, absorbing the information. "What about him?" he asked, indicating Sasha.
"He has lost a lot of blood and I'm fairly sure that he has some serious injuries. I'm amazed that he managed to remain conscious for so long. His condition is deteriorating quickly with blood loss, and due to the position of the wound, he'll need major surgery. The quicker the helicopter arrives, the better." The paramedic spoke quickly, directing his words at Callum, the only one who had shown any concern for his patient.
Callum nodded again and turned to Dimitri and Erin. "Don't you think someone ought to tell Minister Gavrik that his son is injured?"
They shared a glance. They had completely forgotten about the Russian politician.
"I'll go," Dimitri volunteered. He headed back to the old MOD bunker. He headed for the chamber that had held Elena Gavrik. "Minister?" he called. He saw Gavrik, still inside the chamber, cradling his wife's body. He looked up at the sound of Dimitri's footsteps.
"Where is Sasha?" he asked. "He left... He is angry with me."
Dimitri cleared his throat. "Minister, there was an incident. You son is injured."
Gavrik stared at him. "Sasha? Injured? But how..?"
Dimitri interrupted him. "Minister, there is a paramedic with him now. Will you come with me?"
Gavrik nodded, a glassy look in his eyes. Dimitri almost felt sorry for him. He had just discovered that his wife was a traitor, his son was hurt... Everything was falling apart for the ex-KGB agent. "Yes. I must see my son."
Dimitri led the way out of the bunker to where he had left his co-workers and Sasha. Gavrik rushed to his son's side. He fell to his knees and his hand grasped Sasha's shoulder. His son's eyelids flickered at the contact and Gavrik gasped.
"Sasha... Do not try to move. You will be fine." He glanced at the paramedic as he spoke these last words, as though to verify their honesty.
The paramedic reacted instantly to his patient's renewed consciousness. "Sir, listen to me. There is a helicopter on its way. You need to try to stay awake."
Sasha's eyes were glazed and unfocused but they sharpened immediately as he saw Callum. His hand shot out and grabbed the techie's wrist. "Ruth..." He coughed and then gasped in pain. His voice was hoarse and painful. "Is she...Is she alright?"
"Look, calm down," Callum tried to reassure the injured man. The attempt failed; the weak grip on his arm tightened and Sasha struggled to sit up. He only managed to lift his shoulders from the ground and the pain was evident on his face but he continued.
"Tell me! Is she alive?"
Callum looked slightly nervous but answered. "Yes, they're probably at the hospital now. She'll be fine."
Sasha fell back to the grass as he was once again overcome by the weakness the blood loss caused. Ilya Gavrik tightened his grip on his son' shoulder.
"Stay awake, Sasha. Talk to me," he pleaded.
Sasha's eyes slipped closed, despite his father's urging and his head fell back as he gave in to unconsciousness.
"Sasha!" Gavrik called his son's name desperately, trying to encourage him to open his eyes. His knuckles were white with the strength of his grip on Sasha's shoulder.
"We're losing him!"
The paramedic's worried voice caused the minister's head to snap up. "No..." he breathed.
"Sir, you need to move," the paramedic ordered, firmly moving him out of the way.
The Russian could only watch helplessly as the paramedic attempted to revive his only son, the only family he had left. Sasha's body arced off the ground as the paramedic used the defibrillator to try to restart his heart. Gavrik let out a choked sob when there was no response and looked away as the paramedic employed the defibrillator again. The paramedic let out a sigh of relief as he felt the beat of a pulse at Sasha's neck. Callum caught the Russian minister when the man's knees gave way as the paramedic said, "We've got him back."
Once again the team of spooks heard the roar of a helicopter announce the arrival of the air ambulance. The medics worked with practised efficiency as they moved Sasha onto a stretcher and rushed him towards the waiting chopper. Gavrik hurried after them and the three remaining members of Section D watched the helicopter become airborne before heading towards the Range Rover that had brought them to the MOD bunker. Erin pulled out her phone as Dimitri drove away from the prohibited area.
"Harry. We'll be with you in half an hour." She waited for his response then spoke again. "Right. Thank you." She hung up and addressed her colleagues. "Ruth's in surgery. The doctors think that she'll be fine."
Dimitri smiled. "That's great. Now let's get the hell out of here. I never want to see that place again."
Callum sighed and nodded. "Amen to that."
I hope to get the next chapter up soon. Sorry for any mistakes, I don't have a beta yet. Any takers? Please review, I would love to hear your comments-but please make them constructive. Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. The next one will have a bit more Harry and Ruth interaction.