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melwilSilver Paper and Sequins
Author: MelWil
Fandom: Spooks/MI5
Rating: PG
Feedback: melina.wilson@gmail.com
Summary: He can't remember when it started. Character spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen episode 3.4
(Adam/Fiona)
He can't remember when it started. On an operation, maybe. Sometime when they were hanging between life and a lesser place. Sometime when they needed each other, when they hooked their fingers into each other and forgot to let go.
Or maybe it started like a hundred other secret relationships. Stolen moments in the office when everyone had long gone home; lingering looks over the water cooler or across the meeting table as they received their latest instructions. Maybe he took her to the blind spot, where he's snogged dozens of women before her, and one or two after.
She says it was in a pub. He was sitting at the bar, drowning his sorrows, after one of those days when absolutely nothing seemed to go right. She waltzed in, wearing shiny high heels and carrying a strange coloured cocktail. She cheered him up, left lipstick on his collar, and made him the man he is today . . .
It's a story, of course. A pretty story, wrapped in silver paper with a shiny ribbon. It's a story she saves for parties, for operations when they need to explain their origins. She says it with a smile and a glint in her eye, and everyone laughs when she finishes.
It's a story she's told so many times they've almost forgotten it is a story at all.
But somewhere, deep under the sequins and glitter, there's a real story. It will have sharp edges and messy kinks, and it might be difficult to understand. But it will be their story, a real story about real people with real beginnings.
But he can't remember it. Not even if her closed his eyes and put all his effort into remembering. He just can't remember a time when Fi wasn't in his life.
And maybe, just maybe, their problem lies right there.
Author: MelWil
Fandom: Spooks/MI5
Rating: PG
Feedback: melina.wilson@gmail.com
Summary: He can't remember when it started. Character spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen episode 3.4
(Adam/Fiona)
He can't remember when it started. On an operation, maybe. Sometime when they were hanging between life and a lesser place. Sometime when they needed each other, when they hooked their fingers into each other and forgot to let go.
Or maybe it started like a hundred other secret relationships. Stolen moments in the office when everyone had long gone home; lingering looks over the water cooler or across the meeting table as they received their latest instructions. Maybe he took her to the blind spot, where he's snogged dozens of women before her, and one or two after.
She says it was in a pub. He was sitting at the bar, drowning his sorrows, after one of those days when absolutely nothing seemed to go right. She waltzed in, wearing shiny high heels and carrying a strange coloured cocktail. She cheered him up, left lipstick on his collar, and made him the man he is today . . .
It's a story, of course. A pretty story, wrapped in silver paper with a shiny ribbon. It's a story she saves for parties, for operations when they need to explain their origins. She says it with a smile and a glint in her eye, and everyone laughs when she finishes.
It's a story she's told so many times they've almost forgotten it is a story at all.
But somewhere, deep under the sequins and glitter, there's a real story. It will have sharp edges and messy kinks, and it might be difficult to understand. But it will be their story, a real story about real people with real beginnings.
But he can't remember it. Not even if her closed his eyes and put all his effort into remembering. He just can't remember a time when Fi wasn't in his life.
And maybe, just maybe, their problem lies right there.
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on 2005-09-15 09:17 pm (UTC)Oh, I love this! I love Fiona's story, I love that there's a "real story" no one can quite remember... I love that you wrote Adam/Fiona and made me like both of them (for all the fuss about Fiona this, Fiona that, my reaction is still "huh?")
My one potentially niggly comment? They're both from Six, so I guess Six's offices (which are over the river in a completely different building) also have a blind spot? I mean, it would take all the fun out of life in the Service if there weren't.
~hugs you, just 'cause~
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on 2005-09-15 09:20 pm (UTC)It was my idea that there was a blind spot at 6, but it did niggle me a little when I typed it. But I needed to share some Spooks with the world this morning *g*
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on 2005-09-15 09:22 pm (UTC)I need to write some this weekend, or I'll go stir-crazy.... I've got a Zoe/Christine started!
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on 2005-09-15 09:23 pm (UTC)I worked out the major issue I was having with my Christine/Ruth, so I should have that done sometime today or tomorrow.
I also posted all the stories I needed to post on Silverlake. I've written 11 Spooks fics all up.
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on 2005-09-15 09:26 pm (UTC)So "Shaking (Version 6: Hands)" is a new "Shaking", right?
And we'll chat sometime this weekend?
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on 2005-09-15 09:30 pm (UTC)*g* Hopefully I can get through enough of the assignment to chat!
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on 2005-09-15 09:29 pm (UTC)~wakes up, re-reads~
Okay, for a sleep-addled moment there I thought you'd written 11 new fics... I'm confusing myself now. Just what I need before a day of work. Given that I had bad dreams last night about going off to a settlement (that my Secretary is supposed to do, anyway) without all the key documents... I am not looking forward to this day.
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on 2005-09-15 09:32 pm (UTC)It's been 3 new stories since the new season began, but there's about 11 bubbling away, so you never know . . . *g*