For just_muse_me Prompt 16.1.5
“Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again?” - Rosa Parks
"Contact Elizabeta, find out if she knows anything," Ros said.
"She's not a spy," Lucas protested, shocked at the thought of having to openly contact his ex-wife. Great. Just when he was started to get some semblance of order back into his life, now this.
"Yes, but she can be manipulated," Ros pointed out, and walked away. Lucas was left watching her back as she walked away with Harry.
Lucas stood silently for a moment, his mobile in his hand. He was torn. The MI5 part of him knew that she was the single best chance they had of getting any information out of the FSB that would be useful in finding out who was sent to kill Beyda, who wanted to stop them from talking to Khordad. Those people would most likely stop at nothing, including killing Harry and Ros.
On the other hand... the part that was pure Lucas didn't want to, he wanted to avoid dealing with the situation as long as he could. He hated that she'd given up hope so easily, had him declared dead so she could move on. He hated that he'd had to lie to her, and she'd found out who he really was when the goddamn FSB told her. He hated that she was happy, had a son, had made good on her situation. Hell, he hated what she'd done to their house.
A childish part of him wanted all that for himself, wanted to take back the last eight years, wished he had avoided going to Moscow in the first place, the failed meet, the capture. His mind shied away from the memories of what happened next.
A tiny part of his mind reminded him that he'd probably be dead by now, like Danny, like Adam, like so many others before him. This way, at least, he was alive. But at what cost?
As ever, MI5 won out. It was the one thing he could cling onto no matter what. It defined him. Whatever mess his home life, or lack of it was, he'd sworn to 'Defend the Realm', clung to that thought all the time he was imprisoned. And Elizabeta could get that information for him. He dialled. "We need to meet," he said simply when the phone was answered.
Lucas North
Spooks
Word Count: 382 (not including dialogue from show)
"Contact Elizabeta, find out if she knows anything," Ros said.
"She's not a spy," Lucas protested, shocked at the thought of having to openly contact his ex-wife. Great. Just when he was started to get some semblance of order back into his life, now this.
"Yes, but she can be manipulated," Ros pointed out, and walked away. Lucas was left watching her back as she walked away with Harry.
Lucas stood silently for a moment, his mobile in his hand. He was torn. The MI5 part of him knew that she was the single best chance they had of getting any information out of the FSB that would be useful in finding out who was sent to kill Beyda, who wanted to stop them from talking to Khordad. Those people would most likely stop at nothing, including killing Harry and Ros.
On the other hand... the part that was pure Lucas didn't want to, he wanted to avoid dealing with the situation as long as he could. He hated that she'd given up hope so easily, had him declared dead so she could move on. He hated that he'd had to lie to her, and she'd found out who he really was when the goddamn FSB told her. He hated that she was happy, had a son, had made good on her situation. Hell, he hated what she'd done to their house.
A childish part of him wanted all that for himself, wanted to take back the last eight years, wished he had avoided going to Moscow in the first place, the failed meet, the capture. His mind shied away from the memories of what happened next.
A tiny part of his mind reminded him that he'd probably be dead by now, like Danny, like Adam, like so many others before him. This way, at least, he was alive. But at what cost?
As ever, MI5 won out. It was the one thing he could cling onto no matter what. It defined him. Whatever mess his home life, or lack of it was, he'd sworn to 'Defend the Realm', clung to that thought all the time he was imprisoned. And Elizabeta could get that information for him. He dialled. "We need to meet," he said simply when the phone was answered.
Lucas North
Spooks
Word Count: 382 (not including dialogue from show)