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Half The Truth Series by Paperclipbitch (PG to NC-17)
Fandom: SPOOKS (MI-5)
Pairing: Adam Carter / Lucas North
Length: Eight shorts (about 15,000 words total)
Author on LJ: paperclipbitch
Author Website: Other fandoms masterlist
Why this must be read:
For two characters who had three scenes and ten minutes onscreen together, Adam and Lucas had some pretty impressive chemistry (of the complete-opposites-completely-messed-up-by-spying sort).
This series follows the two of them episode by episode through an AU series 7 where Adam survived long enough to persistently hang around the only guy in MI-5 more damaged than he is. There’s some wonderful, sharp dialogue. Adam and Lucas don’t banter so much as snarl at each other and circle warily, two cagey survivors just trying to make it through another day. There is angst and there is bonding, and there is a fascinating take on both Lucas and Adam’s characters, just never quite like you’d expect.
Excerpt:
Three days later, and the ringing in Adam’s ears has finally died down. In fact, the injuries from the bomb blast are less extreme than he would have expected; he managed to find enough cover so all he has are a few unattractive grazes and some mild burns. He’s relieved, to say the least.
Lucas’ smile flickers smoothly when he pulls the door open. His eyes are red-rimmed from exhaustion and he’s too pale, but he’s still standing. He leans against the open door, fixing Adam with a steady blue-eyed stare; it’s meant to intimidate but Adam won’t back down.
“I have pizza,” Adam states. He’s not trying to placate Lucas, just offering the facts.
Lucas raises an eyebrow. “Is this some kind of I’m sorry for thinking you were a traitor gift?” he asks, voice a scrape of amusement.
Adam shakes his head. “It’s just pizza,” he says, and doesn’t wait for Lucas to invite him in.
Half The Truth Series:
And Tell Me What I Never See
Everything In Full Swing
A Lot Of Bad Behaviour
Waste Of Paper
‘Cause A Ghost Don’t Feel Love Or Nothing
One Two Three (But Only You And Me)
Looking Through The Mirror
And I Should Know Better
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