So, I was roped into watching "London Spy" and I didn't like it. Nor can I quite let it go; so I am now writing a much better version. And that's that. This is what should have happened, obviously.

You don't need to watch the series to read this fic. As a matter of fact, I recommend that you don't. I do not make any money by this fic and I do not claim to own "London Spy". Even if I was offered it, and nobody have, I wouldn't want it.

This tells the "what if Danny came while Alistair was locked up in the trunk" story, and he made a deal. Surely him, Alex would do anything for? Also, this way there'd be no series, and I am frankly alright with that.

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My heart is beating wildly as I run up the steps to Alex's flat. Something is very wrong. This is no longer a feeling, but outright alarm as I find his apartment swarming with people in white safety suits.

Alex's mother is here, or at least she said she is his mother, begging them to something; to give her another chance to talk to him, or something like that, it is all so confusing, but at least she is willing to talk to me. It is clearly a surprise that I am here, and they do not strike me as people easily surprised, but they can't toss me out now that I knew they're here. Or can they?

The story she hurriedly tells me is unbelievable, unbelievable and terrible. Alex is a spy, and really her son Alistair. He is currently up in the attic, locked in a trunk and about to run out of air, and he is still lying when he says he will destroy the research she claims he started up as a way to make me believe him, after all the lies, when he says he will leave and never speak to me again. The decision is easy.

"Let me speak to him!" I beg, not caring who might or might not be listening to the near prayer. "Let me try and persuade him!" Nobody bothers to shove me into any white protective garments as they shepherd me hurriedly upstairs. I kneel by the trunk. My heart is breaking to hear him in it, fighting and panicking, but I need to keep calm. I have to. For both our sakes. This is all insane, unreal, fantastic, and not in a good way, but there will be plenty of time for me to make sense of this later. Together with Alex, if I do this right.

"Alex!" "Danny?" his voice is very small, but there is no small amount of panic in it. "Yes. Alex, please. Destroy your research. I do not care - I believe you" I would say anything to persuade him now. "Let them take us away somewhere - I will go with you - please Alex. Work on something they find useful instead, please!" There's desperation in my voice, and he sounds out of breath when he replies, in that voice when he can promise me anything "yes, yes Danny. Anything, just as long as you're with me, as long as they do not harm you!"

I cradle the trunk with my hands, kneeling by it, and what feels like an eternity pass; I can hear his so called mother downstairs and the sounds of movement and something electronic beeping below. Too slow to be his heartbeats. Then there are steady hands upon mine, beside them, the trunk's locks are snapped open, and there's a sting at my neck.

The next thing I know I am waking up inside a private plane, lying on a plush sofa at one side, Alex lying opposite me by the other wall, unconscious, with an oxygen mask covering his face. But he is breathing, I can see his chest heave. It looks like we are alone, but as there's only sky in the windows, I must presume somebody is flying the plane. I do not know what I've gotten into, but Alex is here, and he is alive, and that's all I need to know, really.