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

[fan_elune]

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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[fan_elune]

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

[the_grynne]

*flails*

You taste the words before you say them, and you're not surprised when you wind up saying them in Russian. They taste of darkness and cheap vodka, pain and solitude.

I love that Sark is like a bridge...spanning all the heights and lows of Lucas' life, past and future: the shared history being spooks, his desperation and clinging on to hope in prison, the trauma of coming home and being unable to forget or to trust. I love how Lucas teeters between knowing and not knowing, breaking and keeping it together, the paradoxes of that.

[fan_elune]

Man, I could ramble on about them for ages. Sark is ungraspable, something that Lucas has to acknowledge he cannot comprehend and could slide out of his hands whenever he wants. It's the unstability that he can rely on. Teeters is all Lucas is doing. He needs something like this to counterbalance the solidity of what he needs to do for work. Sark is like the very symbol of his teetering. Sark is the thread that holds him together, and tears him apart.

And if Sark needs to use Lucas, he will do it to his face.