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"Anna, no. Please. Please."
The water was warm. It seemed like an odd thing to notice. His limbs felt odd, tingling and strange and he'd been drugged enough times to know what it felt like, even as it was taking him, and he'd seen the snakes, oh, god, the fucking snakes, he'd never been good with snakes. Wes and his lizard with no feet, and isn't a lizard with no feet just a snake?
There were snakes in the water with him. There were snakes in the water with him, and his feet were up and his head was under and he couldn't feel his hands, and he couldn't move, and he couldn't move.
A snake, it must have been a snake, a snake constricted around his throat, and he couldn't breathe.
Keep Wes safe for me. Promise me.
Don't. Don't leave me. Oh, Christ, Fi. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I love you, Fi. Amal, I love you so...
"Adam, it's alright. Lovely, I'm here."
It couldn't be real. He had to be dreaming it, and yet. And yet, he'd never before smelt her in a dream, that perfume that she'd been wearing that day in the embassy in Damascus, so cool and beautiful while everyone else had been sweating.
Cool is not my favourite word.
Yeah, I know, Harry, but you didn't see her in Damascus.
They don't even mean the same kind of 'cool'.
"You were beautiful in Damascus, Amal." He never called her that after Syria, but, since she died, when he dreams, she's always Amal, never Fi.
He never knew Amelia.
She was over him, her hair long like it had been in Damascus, although he'd always liked it shorter. She was beautiful, she glowed, and everywhere else was dark, and he couldn't move, but she touched him instead. Her fingers trailed against the side of his face, and he knew, right then. He knew that she'd keep him safe from the snakes, and be a light, and not let it go dark.
Rage, rage...
"I love you." He was crying, but his face was so wet that it didn't make any difference. She bent her head and kissed the tears.
"I love you too, Adam Carter. I wouldn't swap you for the whole world."
He'd said that to her once. He'd meant it, too.
"You have to go back, Adam. You have to go back. Ros wants you back."
"I don't want to go back, darling. I don't...Don't make me go back. I love you. I...don't make me."
"I love you, Adam, and Ros loves you too, and you have to go back."
Adam? Adam! Don't leave me.
"Fi? Fi, don't go."
Dimly. Dimly, from a long way away, Adam could hear Ros screaming his name.
He vomited it up, bathwater and snakes, chest heaving and aching, ears ringing from Ros screaming, only she wasn't screaming anymore. Adam opened his eyes or tried to open his eyes and all he saw was grey. It felt like concrete, and he tried to get up, but he couldn't ge any strength in his hands or his legs, and he stayed still, with his cheek against the floor.
ooc: enter on half drowned, half drugged, very naked Spook. Find Adam anywhere in the compound, and bear in mind that he's not going to make much sense at first. I'm good for tags through the whole weekend.
The water was warm. It seemed like an odd thing to notice. His limbs felt odd, tingling and strange and he'd been drugged enough times to know what it felt like, even as it was taking him, and he'd seen the snakes, oh, god, the fucking snakes, he'd never been good with snakes. Wes and his lizard with no feet, and isn't a lizard with no feet just a snake?
There were snakes in the water with him. There were snakes in the water with him, and his feet were up and his head was under and he couldn't feel his hands, and he couldn't move, and he couldn't move.
A snake, it must have been a snake, a snake constricted around his throat, and he couldn't breathe.
Keep Wes safe for me. Promise me.
Don't. Don't leave me. Oh, Christ, Fi. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I love you, Fi. Amal, I love you so...
"Adam, it's alright. Lovely, I'm here."
It couldn't be real. He had to be dreaming it, and yet. And yet, he'd never before smelt her in a dream, that perfume that she'd been wearing that day in the embassy in Damascus, so cool and beautiful while everyone else had been sweating.
Cool is not my favourite word.
Yeah, I know, Harry, but you didn't see her in Damascus.
They don't even mean the same kind of 'cool'.
"You were beautiful in Damascus, Amal." He never called her that after Syria, but, since she died, when he dreams, she's always Amal, never Fi.
He never knew Amelia.
She was over him, her hair long like it had been in Damascus, although he'd always liked it shorter. She was beautiful, she glowed, and everywhere else was dark, and he couldn't move, but she touched him instead. Her fingers trailed against the side of his face, and he knew, right then. He knew that she'd keep him safe from the snakes, and be a light, and not let it go dark.
Rage, rage...
"I love you." He was crying, but his face was so wet that it didn't make any difference. She bent her head and kissed the tears.
"I love you too, Adam Carter. I wouldn't swap you for the whole world."
He'd said that to her once. He'd meant it, too.
"You have to go back, Adam. You have to go back. Ros wants you back."
"I don't want to go back, darling. I don't...Don't make me go back. I love you. I...don't make me."
"I love you, Adam, and Ros loves you too, and you have to go back."
Adam? Adam! Don't leave me.
"Fi? Fi, don't go."
Dimly. Dimly, from a long way away, Adam could hear Ros screaming his name.
He vomited it up, bathwater and snakes, chest heaving and aching, ears ringing from Ros screaming, only she wasn't screaming anymore. Adam opened his eyes or tried to open his eyes and all he saw was grey. It felt like concrete, and he tried to get up, but he couldn't ge any strength in his hands or his legs, and he stayed still, with his cheek against the floor.
ooc: enter on half drowned, half drugged, very naked Spook. Find Adam anywhere in the compound, and bear in mind that he's not going to make much sense at first. I'm good for tags through the whole weekend.