This is going to be an AU starting from the last episode of series 8, imagining that Ros didn't die in the explosion. Multiple pairings and I have a vague but not exact idea of where it's going, but I'd love to know what you think.
Prologue.
"I'm going back for Ros!"
He saw her on the floor of the hotel lobby, dragging the Home Secretary with her. God only knew how she had managed to get this far.
"Ros!"
Tearing open the door, he moved towards her as fast as he could, scooping her up from the floor in one light motion.
"Lucas, what are doing, get him out first!"
She struggled against him, but she was exhausted from the effort of dragging Andrew Lawrence down uncountable flights of steps.
The Home Secretary was lying on the floor.
"Take Ros and go," he told Lucas, "Leave me."
Lucas did not need telling twice, ignoring Ros' protests, he tore out of the building as fast as he could, carrying her as far away from danger as he could. He signalled to the medics, who swarmed towards them, one of them staying to tend to Ros, the moving past them to help the Home Secretary.
And then there was an enormous crash, and the building behind him came tumbling down. Instinctively, he hunched his body over to protect hers. Then, when the sound had faded, he turned his head and stared in horror at what remained of the building into which five medics had just sped. He could not see anyone moving. In his arms, he heard Ros give a cry of dismay, and he knew she knew what had happened.
The medic standing before him was talking to him.
"She's in danger of losing consciousness," she told him, "Talk to her, try to keep her awake. Bring her over here."
"Ros, listen to me," he told her, lying her on the stretcher that was whisked over from the nearest ambulance, "You're going to be alright. It's going to be ok, you did so well."
Paramedics were clambering over the wreckage of the foyer, looking for bodies. He averted his eyes, concentrating on her dishevelled face.
"Ros, talk to me," he pleaded, "Try to listen to my voice. We're not going to lose you now. Not now we've come this far."
"Where is he?" she asked groggily, "Is he alright?"
He knew who she was talking about and reluctantly cast his eyes back towards the hotel.
And to his amazement, he saw a stretcher being borne out by two paramedics, carrying the Home Secretary, wearing an oxygen mask.
"Yes, Ros," he told her, hardly able to believe it himself, running a hand over her hair in amazement, "You did it. He's out. He's alive. My God, Ros, you're going to be a legend for this."
"I'm still not Greek," came the groggy reply, "Still not dead."
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