Fic: Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea (Spooks/Alias)

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Title: Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea
Fandoms: Spooks, Alias
Characters: Lucas North, Sark
Rating: PG
Summary: Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name. But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. (The Rolling Stones)
Notes: this is all transtempts' fault. So it's for you, hon!
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Sark himself, on his own, can be any and everything. He's a chameleon, all the more so as he grows through this life. He learns. He watches other people's mistakes. He watches Sydney's. He learns - flexibility is the best way to let things slide off of you. Flexibility means you can adapt to anything. And survive.

And Lucas is a broken thing, still solid, but not quite as steady. He's a paradox in and of himself. He can rely on someone that is unrelyable, someone he can't put his trust in. Because he could not trust fully. He could not trust steadily. He could not trust.

The tattoos fascinate me - and what he told Harry. You have to blend in to survive. But they are something that will never leave him, a physical distinction that someone in his line of work cannot really afford. Sark would hate to be tattooed so extensively, the amount of laser work it would require to be erased. Lucas has accepted it, and is even, I feel, in a conflicting way, proud of them. They symbolise what he has gone through, what he has survived. They're a reminder of what he has lost and might never regain. What on his bad days, he does not want to regain.

I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS. Ahem.