Another chapter! This writing stuff is contagious... Thankyou for the reviews of last chapter!!! hugs There is nothing like fic overkill on a Wednesday night!
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Spies
She arrived at the small bland house; her fingers shaking as she forced the key into the lock, annoyed at its smug fit. She dropped her identity in the hallway and stumbled up the stairs. She collapsed onto the mattress stared at the ceiling and began to grieve.
I awake to find no peace of mind
I said, how do you live as a fugitive
Down here where I cannot see so clear
I said, what do I know
Show me the right way to go
Harry found himself back at the Grid. When his heart was on a barge with a familiar dark haired stranger what else was left? Submerged back into his own murky world he began to swim and drift aimlessly through the undercurrents.
And the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so bad 'cause you know
That the spies hide out in every corner
But you can't touch them no
'Cause they're all spies
A new day, and another attempt at resolve and strength began. The, monotonous, familiar pattern: getting up, becoming the legend, going to work and returning late in the evening to cry herself to sleep. She clung to her new job, a lecturer, as if it was her only lifeline. It was her only life line.
They're all spies
Surrounded by his team, yet isolated from everything he needed. He stood by her grave.
I awake to see that no one is free
We're all fugitives
Look at the way we live
Down here, I cannot sleep from fear, no
I said, which way do I turn
Oh, I forget everything I learn
One day she knew she would have to change, throw the box away and become her legend. Abandon hope and love and live for a stranger's future. To accept the fate she had been given and move on. Yet how could she leave her love behind?
That the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so bad cause you know
Though spies hide out in every corner
But you can't touch them, no
'Cause they're all spies
People had used his weakness. When Ros said Ruth was his "rose-tinted blind-spot" she was right for reasons she did not understand. He had failed to protect her, he had left himself vulnerable to attack and blackmail. Now, months later vultures still lurked in the shadows using her as cover and snatching yet more innocent victims, like Sally last month.
They're all spies
Looking over her shoulder at every turn. Was she alone? Yes isolated and lost.
And if we don't hide here
They're going to find us
If we don't hide now
They're gonna catch us where we sleep
And if we don't hide here
They're gonna find us
He had nightmares. He hoped she was safe, or at the very least in no danger. Yet he knew one day she inevitably would be. Someone would find out their secret. This perpetual worry haunted him at every turn.
But the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so good cause you know
Though spies hide out in every corner
That they can't touch you, no
'Cause they're just spies
Two years later on New Years Eve Nicola sipped her champagne, watched the fire works and laughed with her friends. Ruth was a distant memory too painful to view in retrospect, so she lay in the shadows. Waiting, wanting, wishing.
They're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies