#*the fall

GILLIAN ANDERSON as DSI STELLA GIBSON in every episode of The Fall [6/17]

“You wanted to know why I did it, was that your question?”

From your position against the wall, just out of sight, you can see the way the reporter approaches. Don’t need to be close to hear the way they fall over themselves, uh huh, yes please, and you. Dig your fingers in your arm. Wait for the moment.

But they get too close, and the leg that snaps out, thwack, collects them firmly under the chin. Sends them flying, and there’s more than one body now, thrown at Heartbreak. Holding her tighter, as she laughs, and you don’t know if the reporter was dead. Just watch how the body is dragged off, how there’s a sudden and noticeable distance between her, and them.

Logan, and you.

Snap, and you can feel the electricity. Even at the way she turns her head, watching how they force one of those batons into her back, dropping her down. No, no, you had to step in. You couldn’t watch any longer. Move the plan up. 

“I’ll take her.” 

They watch you, but no one budges as you step close. Hands closing around the cuffs at her wrist. Safety lock, likely fingerprint coded. You could overload them. You could let them take her. 

If Logan seemed to register your presence, she kept it to herself. A sideways glance, and the slightest drop of eyes, as you focus a thin line of electricity through the cuffs. Wait for the guards to move forward, a little more distance. 

“You need to get out of here.”

“They’ll never forgive you for this.”

“The dampners will be off any second now. You need to get out.”

There’s that look again. The disbelief. Even as her fingers flex, and you can see the fine lines of burns, thumbs brushing her skin. You would apologise, but colour seems to rush back to her cheeks. Dampners must’ve turned off, and you scope the room quickly. See how Argent slides back in.

“I’m sorry.” 

No warmth to her words, and you don’t know if she means them, not really. Maybe it was just a platitude, but you respond with a, “me too.”