I decided to do a set of drabbles for this Christmas, because I couldn't come up with Spooksified versions of carols/songs like I've done for the last two years. The next will be posted tomorrow, with the third and final one posted on Boxing Day. I cannot guarantee that this won't be utter fluff and total wish-fulfilment. First chapter is set in denial-land (aka Barbados) where Ros and Lucas are alive and together and being badass. Don't ask.
Disclaimer: Spooks is not mine, I'm just messing in Kudos' playground =)
Lucas & Ros
He arrived back to the smell of smoke and the sound of heavy swearing. Defence mode automatically kicking in, he grabbed the semi-automatic from in the umbrella stand and edged towards the door. One hand firmly grasping the gun, he reached forward and burst into the room.
A moment later he was stumbling back out, blindly feeling for the wall to support him as he coughed, throat and eyes smarting from the smoke. He felt a hand on his shoulder and recognising the touch, reached for her instead. The gun clattered onto the floor.
Eyes watering, Ros followed its path. "A fire extinguisher would have been more helpful," she noted.
He chuckled weakly, relieved to hear that she was just fine. "Old habits die hard," he replied, but he found it anyway and headed into the kitchen to do battle with the blazing oven.
Hours later they sat out on the veranda overlooking the bay, the table between them loaded with sun-warmed wine, barbecue chicken, newspaper hats (he'd vetoed the homemade TNT crackers) and a plate of charred pastry.
She leant against his side and closed her eyes in satisfaction. "I love you," she said, in a rare moment of open emotion.
He looked at her and smiled. "I love you too," he replied softly...
"But I'm never letting you cook mince pies again."
Up next: Harry & Ruth ;D