Come home

by Selective scifi junkie

Pre cannon. When a mission in Serbia is blown open, it will take all of Adam's willpower just to survive, for as long as it takes the rest of his cell to find him in the dust storm. Adam/Fiona. M for violence alone (by far the worst I've ever written). There is no sexual content to speak of.

4. Chapter 4

Come home

One note: Please take notice of the dates.

8/5/98

Pain. The back of Adam's head was throbbing. His legs were coiled uncomfortably under him. His hands were tied, no, cuffed, behind him, round a vertical metal girder, that was what it felt like. He opened his eyes and tried to lift his head.

His neck muscles protested painfully. He let out a soft groan.

"Adam?" A small, scared voice called his name in the dark. Adam blinked hard, not sure whether darkness or a bag was obscuring his vision.

"Who's there?" His own voice sounded hoarse.

"Josif." Adam strained his eyes and ears. The voice sounded young, the accent was Serbian, but until he could see Josif, he wasn't going to say anything more. A dull fear began to rise in Adam's chest as he waited for his eyes to adjust, he couldn't feel a bag. He'd been caught. He'd been caught and he had no idea who by, or what they were planning to do with him. He was a captured spook. Prospects were never good. He'd only been caught once before. Adam bit back those memories, the paralysing fear that came with them.

Josif. He was kneeling maybe twelve feet away, cuffed to a girder, like Adam was. Josif was breathing fast, fear written all over his face..

"Are you hurt?" Adam asked.

"My head..." Josif began. Adam nodded.

"Do you know how long we've been here?" Josif shook his head.

"What will they do to us Adam?"

"No real names." Adam said quickly, evading the question. "Call me Tom White from now on. What can I call you? Just make a name up."

"Matteus... Valentina?" Josif suggested. Adam nodded.

"OK."

"What will they do to us?" Josif repeated. Adam hesitated, knowing the answer too well, from training, from what they found on raids where spooks were held, from what he and Fiona had gone through in... He bit back his own fear.

"They might try to ransom us, for money or other prisoners."

"How long would that take?"

"Depends on what they ask for."

"What if your people say no?"

"Then they'll come and get us." Always assuming they could find them.

"Ransom isn't the only thing they might want, is it?" Josif asked quietly. Adam hesitated again.

"No, but we'll deal with anything else as it comes."