How London Spy Should Have Ended

by TapTapAlways

So, I was vastly unhappy with the ending of "London Spy"; actually all of "London Spy", so I decided to write a better version. I am publishing it here in case someone else needs a happier ending, too.

4. Chapter 4

Still Alex's POV, and I still do not own London Spy in any way.

TapTap

The next time I wake, it is to the peaceful sensation of fingers in my hair. I move a hand to the mask still covering my face, to take it off, speak to Danny, but a gentle touch stops me. "No, no. Don't do that, Alex. Relax. Don't move that. You need it to breathe".

I do not think that I do, not really, as what I'm breathing smells very little like pure oxygen now, more like normal air levels would, but when he sounds like that, I would do anything, so I leave it on, edging my head more into his hands instead. If he keeps touching me like that, I'll happily do anything he asks.

"You're safe" he repeats, and I realise that Danny thinks I am very much more out of it than is the truth. It doesn't matter, really. I am still tired, and I feel weak, but I am more than capable of understanding what is happening around me. Not that there's all that much going on to understand or not. What is going on is wonderful, though.

I lie there, letting Danny cradle my body with his and my head in his hands, closing my eyes and holding back a smile as I feel his fingers move to take my pulse. He does so slightly awkwardly, not the quick movements of someone trained as a paramedic or doctor, but different from any such touch, this actually feels good.

I feel him brushing his fingertips across my temple, and I wonder if he himself even knows why, but it feels like he is attempting to check on me somehow. It's nice. I rest my head on his shoulder and run my hand slowly across his side, and with a soft sigh, I resign myself to the reality that I am bound to drift back into sleep. And just like I knew I would, I do, within minutes.