#libdemdisaster (fergus)

[dontstoptrying]

[ TOUCH ]  for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars  from Fergus :3 @libdemdisaster

It’s one of those rare occurrences where Eve’s still working after Fergus has shut his red box for the night. Luckily it’s a small enough crisis that she’s sitting at his desk rather than making the journey from Downing Street to Vauxhall. It feels less arduous when she’s able to stay in her nightie and a light robe, not having to quickly pull on clothes suitable for MI6 and M.

She’s so focused on the task at hand - watching with baited breath to see if James can get himself out of this jam without further help - that she doesn’t notice Fergus, bless him, putting a cup of tea down in front of her. It’s only when she feels his hand on her now exposed shoulder, his thumb tracing a scar she’s almost forgotten about, that she remembers the world around her. “Thanks,” she murmurs gratefully, knowing Fergus won’t resent her unwillingness to look away from her screen just now. He, of course, gets it.

When he continues rubbing the same faint line, she realises he might be seeking an explanation. “Madrid, one of my first assignments. Before I’d learnt not to turn my back on someone holding a knife,” as she speaks she raises her hand and rests it on his, knowing her explanation will probably have unsettled him. “Don’t worry, darling, I only made that mistake once.”

[dontstoptrying]

“ i want you to marry me. “ @libdemdisaster (fergus)

At first she’s sure she’s misheard him. There’s no way Fergus is bringing up marriage now. Not in such a casual way. They’re on the sofa, legs comfortably tangled together while Eve reads her book and Fergus watches the football. The kind of domesticity they’ve enjoyed regularly since Fergus left office. She loves it, the way they really have started to settle down, but she’d hardly expected this conversation.

She closes her book and looks at him with an almost shy smile. “Is that a proposal, Fergus?”

[dontstoptrying]

[ TEA ]: sender prepares a mug of hot tea for the receiver.  (from fergus) @libdemdisaster​

She’s not used to such kindness from Fergus, so Eve’s surprised to find him pressing a cup of tea into her hand. Not that they’ve ever had a bad relationship, but they’ve never had the friendly rapport he has with Adam. 

Who of course is the reason she’s in this situation anyway. She’s suspected for awhile now that he has a problem, but faced with proof she isn’t sure who else to turn to. She doesn’t want her friends to judge Adam. He’s a good person, but she’s starting to realise his demons are worse than she’d first realised. So now she’s slightly awkwardly sitting at Fergus’ kitchen table, cup of tea in front of her. It seems Adam’s... habit isn’t news to Fergus.

“I’ve never been in this position before,” she concludes quietly. That’s the crux of her problem. She wants to support him - help him - but has no idea how. “And you know how abrasive he can be.” Now she wonders if the coke is the reason he’s so different at work. Why they get irritable, angry Adam but she gets the sweet thoughtful (if sometimes brash) man she calls her boyfriend. “I just want him to get better but now he’s ignoring me.” 

[dontstoptrying]

"You do see how he looks at you, right?" ( from fergus, plot twist) @libdemdisaster

It’s taken awhile, but she’s finally met Fergus properly. Up until now they’ve simply crossed paths - often literally when he’s had meetings with M - but tonight she’s at the pub with him and Adam.

She blinks a couple times at Fergus’ question, caught off guard by it. Adam’s gone to get the next round so it’s just the two of them. Conversation had quickly turned to her friendship with Adam and now they’re… here.

“He’s hardly in love with me.” Surely not. For awhile after the attack she’d suspected a harmful crush, but it’s been months since then. “I would know if he was.” After all, she is a spy. “We’re just friends.”