Fandom: SPOOKS (MI-5)
Pairing: Ros Myers / Adam Carter
Length: 43,000 words
Author on LJ: not that I know of
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Genevastar's Fanfiction.net profileWhy this must be read:Somewhere between series 6 and 7, Ros Myers’ went from an acerbic, sharp-tongued ice queen of questionable loyalties (well, she had a lot of loyalty but usually to the wrong things), Ros became, er, well, an acerbic, sharp-tongued ice queen of lethal cutlery and unshakable loyalty to Harry Pearce and MI-5.
This story follows Ros from her departure in series 4, through her sojourn in Russia, and her return to London at the start of series 7. Russia, the story’s primary setting, is brought to life in a vivid detail. The dialogue, plot, and original characters all move the story along at a good pace. Really, though, this story is all about the evolution of Ros Myers. Genevastar peels back the layers of Ros’ character, balancing her Ros’ uncompromising toughness with rare moments of emotional vulnerability.
This is a great story about Ros’ search for redemption, her journey back to MI-5, and the people who helped her along the way.
Excerpt:
Even now 'Ros Myers' was little more than a shadow that she sometimes glimpsed in a car's wing mirror or in the window of a shop. Reality was Irina Selesnikova, the daughter of a dead factory worker, who worked her shift, took the crude jokes and insults of her customers in a timid silence, jostled her way home on the swarming, clanking Metro train and went hungry at the end of the month when her money ran out. But there were some days when Irina couldn't keep Ros as deeply buried as the rest of the world supposed her to be in Kensal Green. When she was elbowed aside by that other woman, the one who had clung to Adam Carter's hand in those last few minutes, desperate not to lose the man whom she had loved without ever being able to find the courage to tell him so. When Irina was serving watered-down champagne to a petty crook with more roubles than sense, she sometimes found herself looking into a pair of light blue eyes, and her heart would race until she pushed away the errant memory.From Russia with Love
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