ENDURANCE
A Spooks Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I don't own Spooks; I just own my character, Jamie Parker.
Summary: Due to circumstances out of their control, Jamie and Lucas find themselves facing their own trails. Will their life go back to the way it was or will they find out they are complete strangers.
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Eight Years Later
It has been a few weeks since Lucas was back on the grid and he had yet to ask what ever became of Jamie Parker. The first night he was on the grid, he scanned the room with hope that he would see that familiar face but she was absent. Eight years is a long time. A single moment in time can alter a persons life, let alone eight years. So where was she now? Part of him was afraid to find out. But curiosity got the best of him.
"Malcolm, can I have a word?" Lucas approached his old friend at his work station and leaned against the desk. It has been a slow morning and this time was as good as any to ask him.
"Of course, Lucas. What can I help you with?" The man spun around in his chair and faced the younger man. Lucas appreciated Malcolm willingness to always to help him out. Especially over the last few weeks. Though it was hard for the spook to accept.
"I was just…" Lucas spoked in a hushed whisper. "I was just wondering…" He paused looking over to the area where her desk use to be. Of course, over the last few years the set up in the office probably changed several time. But he still remembered her desk.
"Spit it out, man. I don't have all day." Malcolm joked.
"Sorry." Lucas turned back to the man, giving him a weak smile. "Malcolm, what ever happen to Jamie Parker?" As soon as he mentioned the woman's name, Lucas watched as Malcolm elated state fade as he looked away from the young officer. Instantly, he knew. That wasn't the response that he was looking for and he wasn't going to like what he would hear next.
"Lucas, you should probably talk to Harry." Was the older man's reply, as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"She's dead. Isn't she?" His voice trembled slightly as he spoke the words he dreaded.
"Lucas." Malcolm let out a slow sigh, he hated being the bearer of bad news.
"Just say it." Lucas insisted.
"Yes, Jamie Parker is dead." After looking down at the ground for a minute or two, the man reluctantly replied to the young man's demand.
Lucas covered his mouth with his hand as he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew before he even asked. In their chosen profession the mortality rate was fairly high.
"Lucas, I'm sorry, I know that…" Malcolm started.
"How?" Lucas' hand drop to his side, cutting off his old friend.
"Lucas, I think this conversation is one you should have with Harry." Malcolm urged the young man.
"Of course, you're right." Lucas pushed himself away from the desk. "Thank you, Malcolm."
Lucas slowly walked up to Harry's office and saw the man was on the phone having a intense conversation. He debated whether or not he should come back at a better time. Then Harry looked up at him and held up his index finger, indicating that we would be done in a minute. Lucas' mind was spinning like made, creating possible scenarios of how his beloved friend was ripped from the world. He wished that he didn't open his mouth and he remained in the dark, but it was to late now. He had to know.
"Lucas." The office door opened. "Come on in."
Lucas slowly walked into the office closing the door behind him. He stood by the door and folded his arms across his chest.
"Is everything alright?" Harry asked noticing the distant look in his eyes. "Is the work load to much?"
"No. Not at all. It's fine. Harry." Lucas replied. "I was having a chat with Malcolm and I was hoping you could elaborate more on the details for me." Lucas spoke choosing his words carefully.
"I can see what I can do." The man gave him a smile. "Would you like to take seat?"
Lucas nodded his head and sat down in front of his bosses desk. "Jamie Parker…" The name stuck in his throat. "…how did she die?"
Harry seem unfazed by the question. He leaned forward, interlocking his fingers and placing his arms on the table. "I must say I'm surprised. I expected to have this conversation much sooner. Do you want the long version or the short?"
"Long." The man could feel the pace of his heart picking up.
"When the September attacks happened in America, Jamie was furious and she wanted to do something about it. So she decided that she wanted to join MI6 to get closer to the action. To find the source before it made it's way here. She sent in an application and was recruited a year later. She had been stationed in Afghanistan working with closely with the military. Targeting, known terrorist." Harry took a sip of his water before continuing. "May of last year, she was meeting an assist who knew the whereabouts of Malik Mohammad, one of the leaders of the al-Qaeda. They meet at a local cafe in Kabul. It turns out that her assist turned against her and he blew up the cafe, killing twenty two civilians along side with Jamie." Harry ended, waiting for his officer to comment.
Lucas pinched the bridge of his nose as he took in the information. He knew the drive that woman had, she would stop at nothing. Deep down he was proud of her determination, but he did long to see her one last time. "Where is she buried? I would like to visit her." Lucas finally spoke.
"They never recovered a body." Harry replied looking down at his hands.
"What?" Lucas leaned forward in his chair is elbows resting on his thigh. "There was no body? Then maybe she is still alive." A spark of hope mixed with dread overcame the officer.
"No. If she was, we would have heard about it by now. al-Qaeda would have demanded some sort of exchange." Harry stood up, walked over to his filing cabinet and opened the top drawer. "I had a chat with Stevens, head of Section twenty. He figured that she was too close to blast that…well, there was nothing remaining." He had retrieved a yellow envelop from the cabinet and walked back to Lucas. "This is all they could find." He handed it to Lucas.
The package was heavy in his hand as he opened it. He pour the contents into his palm and found the chain with two rings around it. There was still some fragments of ash around it, but it was clearly cleaned off by someone. "It's her parents wedding rings."
"Yes. You were closet to her. Practically her family, so I kept them for you." Harry said as he made his way back to his chair.
"Thank you, Harry." He leaned back in the chair, his fingers wrapped around the necklace.
"You should know that Jamie went to Moscow searching for you. She was determined to find you and bring you back. She pulled back when she found out that they were on to her." Harry watched as Lucas smiled at his story. "She missed you."
"I missed her too." He looked down at the chain in his hand. "Thank you, Harry. At least, I know that she is at peace now."
Somewhere in Afghanistan
Darkness. Recollecting what it was like to see became difficult with the tight fabric over her eyes. It had seem like a life time when she was in natural light. She longed for the warmth of the sun on her cold skin. The cold that pierced right to the bone her making her want to huddle into a ball on the ground, but unable to do so with rope around her wrist strung up above her head. Her hands tingling from the lack of circulation. Arms trembling longing to be at rest. Shoulders sore from the unnatural position. There was no way to relieve the pain shoot up her body.
Parting her cracked lips she took in a sharp breath before she called out, hoping someone would hear her plea. "قد لدي بعض الماء؟" She swallowed hard, trying to moisten her parched mouth. "من فضلك، أنا عطشان ." Defeated, her head rested on her arm. She did't know why she bothered, she could call out to them all day long and no one would ever come. It made her wonder if she was abandon in that forsaken hole; left to die.
Her head shot up when she heard the squeak of the opened followed by the shuffle of feet. She was shock that she was heard. Without warning, she was doused in water. It was not what she had in mind. Although the warm water was nice for a moment, but it wasn't long until she was shivering from the drenched clothes that clung to her body. She could still sense the presences of her captors in the room. Her body tensed waiting for what was going to happen next. Their silence was unnerving. Then she felt plastic touch her bottom lip. She tilted her head back as water enter her mouth. She could feel the liquid running down her throat. It wasn't long until they bottle was pulled away, leaving her wanting more.
"!شكرا" She said gratefully, as she heard the feet scurry away and the door slammed behind him them. Leaving her, once again, in complete silence.
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Translations
قد لدي بعض الماء؟: May I have some water?
من فضلك، أنا عطشان .: Please, I am thirsty.
!شكرا: Thank you!
