Switch to Alex's Pov this chapter - I still do not own London Spy and do not pretend like I do.
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Last I could recall I had been locked into a trunk. I remember the closeness, the difficulty to breathe, lying and saying to my mother I loved her. Then I remember hearing Danny's voice, and I think that I just imagined it, until I open my eyes to find out what the weight against my chest and the pressure over my face is and see him lying there, fast asleep.
I look at him tenderly, registering only almost half a minute later that there's still a pressure over my face. But even the most basic examination tells me that it is only a mask to help my no doubt deprived body get enough oxygen, so I leave it.
I am content to lie there, still for quite a while, only regretting that I cannot smell Danny's hair for the mask, not wanting to move. Because he knows now, he knows all of it, he must, and he has been through the same harrowing experience I just have, and been dragged half across the world, probably, as we're in a jet, and he is still lying here, in my arms.
He can have been forced onto the plane. Of course he has. Sedated, likely. But there's another couch just across from ours. I know my employers - they would have put him down there, it is how it is done. He has come to, and moved over to me on his own accord, choosing to, choosing me yet again, just like he did the first time, and last night. Or whenever it was.
I lie there, stroking his hair and wishing to breathe in the scent of it, unwilling to shut my eyes as just holding him is not enough for me. He is asleep, his eyes shut and his features relaxed, but finally, he is mine, knowingly, fully and all mine.
I look around the room, rather a long time later, noticing a flight timer providing the questionably useful information that we are five hours and twenty six minutes into the flight. There's a tidy white paper stack, not very thick, lying on the table closest to the other couch, untidily dumped on the surface. Danny has read it, then, before coming to join me.
There'll be time to find out what they say, later. It is not a mystery, anyway. They're moving us away, to somewhere isolated, possibly. I do not care, not as long as Danny is with me. I remember what I said now. I promised to cooperate, work on what they needed me to, as long as they let me keep Danny, and did not hurt him.
No doubt, they accepted that offer. I take a deep breath, sighing in gratefulness for Danny; for him appearing in my life, and for him coming to my rescue so timely when I needed him the most, and then I let my exhausted body drift back asleep, because as long as I get to hold Danny, I am content.