Who told the Albanians (3)

[Lukyan Lyubof]

Terribly sorry but forgot to put spoilers on the last chapters. There is no way anything spooks related (apart from my fics) belongs to me. If it did there would be so much more spooks!

Contains most characters from series 7 and 8 and may contain spoilers from those series
Enjoy

CHAPTER THREE

Adam sat up and looked around him; Lucas was opposite lying on his back. If it wasn’t for the faint rising and falling of his chest Adam may have thought Lucas was dead. They were in a small room, completely bare bar the naked bulb hanging from the ceiling.
Adam leant back against the wall and rubbed the back of his head and wondered how much longer Lucas would be out for.

There was water everywhere, it was rising and he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his head above water much longer. Then he was no longer swimming, something had hold of his wrists and ankles holding them down; another something snaked across his chest, his lungs filled with water as he struggled against the bindings. Suddenly the water receded and he felt himself rushing upwards, heading towards light.

Adam watched as Lucas’ long limbs stiffened then twitched before he groaned and opened his eyes, quickly shutting them again.
Lucas winced as the bright light burned into his retinas; his head thumping so loudly he wouldn’t have been surprised if people a few miles away could hear the brass band that marched around in his head. He took a few deep shaky breaths before raising his hand to touch the back of his head where his exploring fingers felt the pieces of dried blood that clung to his hair. The dream of water was so fresh in his mind that it came as a shock to see another man slumped in his cell when he warily opened his eyes, squinting against the light as he sat up.

‘Lucas, you ok? You had me worried there; you’ve been out for a while.’ He realised it was Adam, some of the tension left and he smiled briefly as he slumped back down onto his back.
‘I’m fine, really. What happened?’
‘Unfortunately we got jumped meaning I have no idea where we are. Are you sure you’re ok, you looked like you were fighting something over there?’ Concern crept into Adam’s voice.
‘Yeah, I just, I, I was in Russia.’ Lucas looked away.
‘Oh.’ Adam didn’t need to say anything more, the simple ‘oh’ meaning many things. For a moment Adam felt guilty; the man hadn’t been back long, yet, from what he’d heard, he’d faced so much, been mistrusted and shot yet he’d kept going; and Adam wondered for one short moment if he should be doing this, then he remembered that the reason Lucas had faced all this was because he was MI5, it was his job.
‘How the hell did they know we were coming? And who are ‘they’?’ Lucas was looking at him expectantly, hoping Adam would have some answers.
‘I have no idea, but someone must have told them, whoever ‘they’ are; and I’m assuming that as we are both stuck here with a pounding headache it wasn’t either of us who told them we’d be coming.’
Lucas looked at him then said, ‘when you say ‘stuck’, I’m assuming you tried the door.’ All he got in return was look as if to say ‘you think I’m stupid?’ and he had the good grace to look sorry, ‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘to be honest I’m not really used to this bit, you know having a cell mate.’
‘Want to talk about it?’ Adam queried.
Lucas raised his eyebrows in surprise. ‘No,’ was the blunt answer.
‘Sorry, I’m used to listening to Jo’s problems that’s all, I was the one she turned to, and because I was there I guess. But I was there too late.’
Lucas looked at him sharply, ‘even if you were there Adam there would have been nothing you could have done about it, trust me.’
It was Adam’s turn to be surprised, ‘you were raped?’
‘Nearly.’
‘Nearly?’
‘Let’s just say that some of the guards preferred men and I was one man on his own in a cell. Luckily for me someone decided they’d get more information if I wasn’t suffering from a sexually transmitted disease or dying from Aids. It was slightly ironic that although they tortured me they also looked out for me.
‘What do you mean?’
‘I tell you this and you don’t tell Harry. Or Ros.’
‘Deal.’
‘You know how these tattoos work right,’ a nod, ‘well, like a lot of people I got septicaemia and to be honest I don’t think they really cared about anyone else pulling through but me? Hell I woke up in a proper bed. They even stopped me from killing myself, although that seemed more like torture than a rescue.’
‘You tried to kill yourself?
‘It was actually the scariest moment of my imprisonment, the first time I’d made a decision for years and I couldn’t even do that properly.’
There was a pause as both men realised that the situation they were in was potentially fatal, although this wasn’t a first for either of them they couldn’t help but feel the icy grip of fear around their hearts.
Then the door opened and two men held Adam back as they took Lucas from the room.

Adam struggled against the men holding him but their grip was like iron, he yelled after Lucas wondering what was going to happen. His foremost thought was to stop this from happening, yet a niggling thought at the back of his mind queried why Lucas didn’t look that bothered and was walking out albeit escorted, rather than being manhandled out.

Thanks for reading. Please feel free to tell me what you think, whether you like it, have an idea or even if you think I need some constructive criticism as all are readily accepted.

[Aria]

Awesome chapter, LL. Like the Lucas backstory and him bonding with Adam. Hope you update soon.

[Lukyan Lyubof]

Thanks for the feedback, I'm glad you're liking it

[lwhite53]

This is really getting on well -- great character development and really liked the Lucas backstory.

[HellsBells]

Just loved Lucas talking about some of what happened to him to Adam. Can't wait to find out what happens next.

[Lukyan Lyubof]

Glad you're all liking it, thanks for the comments, they mean so much