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A bit of crossover crack that popped into my head after seeing Skyfall.
When the Sky Falls
To a Scot, the past clings like sand to wet feet and is carried about as a burden.
The many ghosts are always a part of them, inescapable.
Geddes MacGregor
1.
“Ah, hell.”
The words sap the last of the strength out of Bond and he curls, exhausted, over the body in his arms. He doesn’t bother to look at the speaker; he knows who it is. He’s heard Fury’s voice arguing with M’s over the coms enough times to recognize it in real life. It was a voice he’d learned to trust. Not that it mattered anymore.
“Colonel,” Kincade says.
“Graeme,” the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. answers. There’s a jingle of keys then Fury speaks again. “My SUV’s about a quarter mile up the trail. I’ll help ya load these two up; you can hide em out at the cottage while I handle the sight-seers.”
“I’m not sure—“
“Do it,” Bond says, at least he thinks he says it. He’s beginning to shiver and the muscles in his jaw are clenched tight enough that speaking seems more trouble than it’s worth but, going by the silence behind him, he managed to force those few words out.
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When the Sky Falls
To a Scot, the past clings like sand to wet feet and is carried about as a burden.
The many ghosts are always a part of them, inescapable.
Geddes MacGregor
1.
“Ah, hell.”
The words sap the last of the strength out of Bond and he curls, exhausted, over the body in his arms. He doesn’t bother to look at the speaker; he knows who it is. He’s heard Fury’s voice arguing with M’s over the coms enough times to recognize it in real life. It was a voice he’d learned to trust. Not that it mattered anymore.
“Colonel,” Kincade says.
“Graeme,” the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. answers. There’s a jingle of keys then Fury speaks again. “My SUV’s about a quarter mile up the trail. I’ll help ya load these two up; you can hide em out at the cottage while I handle the sight-seers.”
“I’m not sure—“
“Do it,” Bond says, at least he thinks he says it. He’s beginning to shiver and the muscles in his jaw are clenched tight enough that speaking seems more trouble than it’s worth but, going by the silence behind him, he managed to force those few words out.
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