Summary: CIA hacker Emma Swan is paired up with MI6 agents Liam and Killian Jones on a dangerous mission to track down an ex-spy who’s hunting and killing agents from both countries. She thinks she has all the information they need to catch the defector, but sometimes the past is buried where even her expert computer skills can’t uncover.
A/N:It’s finished! Aaaaaahhhhh! Here you go! Thank you, everyone, for sticking with me on this awesome and wild ride! I really enjoyed dreaming up this story, and had a great time writing it, but all good things must come to an end. I hope this helps close things off, I know I left it a little… uh… uncertain? last chapter. Please let me know what you think, reviews feed my soul.
Cheerleading credit: @icecubelotr44, who encouraged me to write this from the start even when I wouldn’t tell her anything about it besides for the Kabul line. Thank you!
A rhythmic beeping woke
him, pulling him slowly from under the thick weight of sleep. There was
something on his cheeks, rubbery plastic covering his mouth and nose, a steady
puff of cool air across his face. He blinked his eyes open, the lights
low in the room but still too bright, cutting straight into his eyes, setting
off a pulsing beat of pain against the inside of his head.
“One second, I’ll get
that,” he heard someone say quietly. He waited, the heaviness of sleep
trying to tug him back under. A click from somewhere on his right, and
when he opened his eyes again, the room was darker, only a soft glow lighting
the area around his bed.
He looked around slowly,
trying to find the source of the beeping that persisted despite the new
darkness. Monitors of all kinds, computers with tubes, wires, electric
leads, were on his left, numbers, letters, flashing across the screen, but he
didn’t have enough energy to try and decipher them.
“Welcome back,” the same
quiet voice said, from the other side. He turned his head, wincing at the
pain that flared through his skull with the movement.
It All Starts With a Dance 