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| What Goes Around...; And old enemy returns to haunt Sam... | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 10 2015, 01:35 PM (5,374 Views) | |
| Sam Tyler | Mar 10 2015, 01:35 PM Post #1 |
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*It's been a month now since Sam made his decision and took a leap of faith into this world that had grown onto him without him even realising it at first. And within that month, not much has changed. Work is still exhausting and, at times, outrageous - you wouldn't believe the standards that weren't existant at the time - his work colleagues are still exhausting and, at times, outrageous (when will Ray ever learn that fart jokes are not funny), and most of all, his superior is still majorly exhausting, and nearly always outrageous. Period. But Sam wouldn't want to have it any other way. ... well. There is that small matter of him finding himself more and more attracted to his DCI, the more time passes, and it's starting to become a problem. Sometimes, Sam finds himself daydreaming about confronting Gene in Lost and Found, pushing right into his personal space, grabbing his tie, and................. But it can't happen, can it. Not with this man, not in this time. He's becoming a little desperate though, to be honest. He's even found himself eyeing the entrance to Canal Street at times, but so far hasn't had the courage to actually go there. Hell, he isn't even gay. Is he? It's hard to tell. The fact is, things haven't worked out with Annie (maybe it's part of his mystery being gone? But no, Annie isn't that type, surely), though they're still friends, so now there is nothing standing in between Sam and Gene anymore. Except for Gene himself, of course. Sam sighs, taken the steps up to the station. Another day, another endless set of hours of fighting, bringing peace to the city, and trying not to ogle his Guv's backside. Despite himself, Sam smiles, shaking his head as he enters the station. Maybe he shouldn't give up hope. No, he definitely shouldn't give up hope. If he is the man who jumped through time, then maybe he can also be the man who kissed Gene Hunt and survived to tell the tale. Inspired by these thoughts, Sam takes the stairs up to the office - noting with slight confusion that Phyllis isn't at her post - and then strides into CID, only to find that he is greated by hectic activity and frustrated talking and shouting. Sam stops in his tracks, frowning. What...? In the corner of his eye, he notices Annie approaching him. "What 'appened?" She looks at him with big, distressed eyes, ready to continue downstairs for whatever task she's been appointed, but she still has enough time to tell him. "It's Kim Trent. Remember 'im? Word is 'e escaped prison." Sam blinks, a horrible feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Trent... of course he remembers Trent. The case that turned things around for Sam, early on. If he really 'escaped'... Annie is already gone, so Sam makes his way over to Gene's office, pushing open the door. "Guv - what's this about Trent?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 26 2015, 09:28 PM Post #501 |
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*Sam stares up at Gene, his eyes searching his face almost frantically, heart racing still, gasping for breath. The seconds tick by, and Gene doesn't disappear... doesn't transform into someone else, doesn't start hitting him, or...* ... s-safe. *It's both a question and an affirmation, Sam's voice weak and shaking.The tears are still coming, caused by the pain more than anything else. Can he really be safe? Sam is disoriented, his back burning, his left hand pulsing with metallic pain... and yet, it seems that Gene is real, that he isn't just imagining things...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 27 2015, 07:54 PM Post #502 |
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Yeah, safe. I'm 'ere, you're okay.... *it's clear how shaken Sam is, and with the way he's tensed up its clear that he must be in pain. What's happened for him to get this way? Gene'd thought he'd been improving...?* You take your painkillers? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 27 2015, 10:21 PM Post #503 |
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*His chest rising and falling rapidly, Sam doesn't break eye contact - Gene is talking, he's real, still hasn't disappeared... this is real, he's awake, he's... where is he...? Gene's question helps jog Sam's mind a little - he's... that's right, he's in Gene's house... He'd been so tired, and the nightmare and subsequently being pulled out of it so harshly, it had been enough to completely confuse Sam, but now it's all coming back, slowly... And so Sam shakes his head, his cheeks rubbing against Gene's palms. His guard completely down as it is, it doesn't even cross Sam's mind to try and deny in how bad a state he'd been.* *mumbles, the pain and lingering exhaustion making it hard to speak* ... too tired... fell... fell asleep....... |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 28 2015, 09:48 PM Post #504 |
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*Gene shakes his head, dropping it after a moment and sighing. Sam was tired. Of course. Gene should have come home at lunch, checked that he was sleeping, checked he'd taken his meds... He's been working so hard and trying so hard not to make anyone suspicious with the amount of time he's spending on Sam that he must have missed signs. Raising his head again, Gene lays a softer-than-usual look on Sam. * Right...which ones d'you need? *He needs to get these pills down Sam before they do anything else - he needs to stop Sam from hurting first.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 28 2015, 09:59 PM Post #505 |
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*During the silence, Sam can't help but close his eyes, his head straining backwards as the pain intensifies for a long-stretched few seconds, almost taking his breath away. That means he misses the look Gene gives him... but he can hear it, in his voice. Softer than usual indeed. Sam swallows with some difficulty and opens his mouth, but it takes him a few tries before he actually manages to get the words out.* An... any.... *He can't think - there's so many bottles and packages, and disoriented as he is, he can't remember the instructions he was given, let alone the names of the various pills...* .... there's... i-in my bag... i-instruc-- *Sam breaks off with a gasp, squeezing his eyes shut that little bit tighter* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 29 2015, 12:21 AM Post #506 |
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*wordlessly, Gene gets up and steps over to Sam's bag, dumped on the armchair for easy access. Scrabbling around inside, Gene finally finds the prescriptions. God, no wonder Sam was confused. This is like a bleeding maths puzzle! His mind almost too on edge to take in the information in front of him, he manages to understand it at last, tipping the relevant pills out into his hand and dropping onto his knees in front of Sam.* 'Ere. *not trusting Sam to be able to pick up the nearby glass of water, Gene picks it up himself, offering it with the meds.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 29 2015, 03:03 PM Post #507 |
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*As Gene's hands leave his face, Sam gives an involuntary whimper - there isn't much else he can feel apart from agony, but still, the absence of Gene's touch is like an extra cold touch to his already pitiful state. Sam can't tell how much time passes - it both seems like an eternity and less than a second at the same time, his mind circling helplessly around the lingering images of his dreams and the pain, pain, pain-- But then Gene is back, nearly on eye-level now. Sam turns his head with difficulty, wincing as the movement sets off the healing cuts on his back all over again. The pills... that's the relief he needs right now... Sam tries to push himself up, at least a little, to be able to swallow the pills and water without choking, but that's difficult to accomplish with just one good hand. Still trying his best, Sam nearly makes it - but then, he puts too much weight on his left hand. The resulting stab of pain is searing, and Sam crumples with a groan, momentarily blinded.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 30 2015, 12:24 AM Post #508 |
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*panicking internally, Gene transfers the pills into the same hand as the glass and grabs at Sam's upper arm. He needs to keep him from bending over - he stretches his back and god knows what'll happen!!* I should have taken you back to that bloody hospital... *holds the glass out to Sam again, hovering it just in front of his lips - if he can get a mouthful of water into him then he can shove the pills in afterwards... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 30 2015, 05:35 PM Post #509 |
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*Sam barely suppresses another groan, his body and mind momentarily torn between the instinct to lean into Gene's touch and to flinch away from it. Along with the pain, it's too reminiscent of those hours he spent as Trent's prisoner. But before he can make up his mind, he notices the glass, pushing against his lips as Sam pitches forward slightly. Water... that's right, he needs to drink, and then he can take the pills... Almost automatically, Sam cranes his neck and opens his mouth to let the water in.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 31 2015, 10:13 PM Post #510 |
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*Gene tips the glass as Sam opens his lips, letting a good mouthful of water wash into Sam's mouth. Once done, Gene presses the pills against Sam's lips too in an attempt to get him to accept them* There y'go - Second round, open up... |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 31 2015, 10:21 PM Post #511 |
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*Again, there's a part of Sam that's rebelling against the notion of accepting something that isn't happening of his own free will, but as it is, the need for relief is overpowering. So Sam parts his lips obediently once more, managing to swallow down the pills along with the water, grimacing as it all goes down - his throat still hasn't quite recovered, and the pills scraping against it are painful, setting off a cough that nearly has Sam doubling over, leaning into Gene's grip for support.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 1 2015, 07:14 PM Post #512 |
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*Gene tightens his grip on Sam's shoulder with the cough, keeping Sam upright and able to open his lungs.* Oi, oi, oi.... Calm. Deep breaths, okay? Fill those skinny little lungs with air. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 1 2015, 07:30 PM Post #513 |
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*Sam just about manages a weak nod, each cough shaking his frame until they finally peter out, leaving him shivering and absolutely aching. It'll take a while for the painkillers to kick in... Sam tries to breathe evenly, tries not to move at all, to keep his body absolutely still - much easier said than done. The cough has left him so tense that he just won't stop shivering, and it robs him of the strength to even keep himself upright. It leaves him fully leaning into Gene's grip - or slumping, rather. His vision is spinning slightly, the lingering nightmare, the tiredness and the confusion all mixing together, making it impossible for Sam to even say anything for the moment.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 2 2015, 10:16 PM Post #514 |
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*the shivering continues, spiking Gene's concern once more, as well as the slumping. Not quite sure what to do, Gene places the glass back down on the table and awkwardly takes hold of Sam's shoulder again, grip firm and supportive. He could do more... He could wrap both arms around him or try to pull him into a hug... But there are boundaries. Boundaries Sam probably wouldn't want him to cross. Boundaries that Gene's own brain probably won't LET him cross, however strong the urge is. Stuck, he drops his head and sighs.* What am I gonna do with you, eh? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 2 2015, 10:24 PM Post #515 |
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*Sam doesn't have an answer for Gene. His skin is crawling where Gene is gripping him - while it is indeed a supportive grip, stopping him from crumbling completely, it's too similar to what Sam's had to endure all those days ago. It's keeping the memories of the nightmare fresh, keeping Sam on edge, his heart still beating out of control. But Sam doesn't have the strength to ask Gene to let go. He doesn't want Gene to let go. Despite everything else, Sam does realise that something is happening that he would never have dreamed would happen. It's so close to what he's been imagining, in the safety of the night and his bed... These emotions warring inside him, Sam finally mumbles* ... m'sorry... *He wouldn't normally apologise, not when he rationally knows that none of this is his fault. But right now? He simply can't help it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 3 2015, 10:11 PM Post #516 |
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*With another frustrated sigh, Gene shakes his head.* Don't say sorry. Got nothing to apologise for, you dolt. *He just doesn't know what to do... How to help Sam. It must be his back that's causing the most pain, but he can't touch it to help. There are no creams he can put on it without hurting him even more. All he can do is make sure Sam stays straight up enough to not any extra pressure on his stitches* Listen, uh... I don't know how to help you.... You need something, you tell me? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 3 2015, 10:19 PM Post #517 |
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*Sam doesn't respond immediately, though he's tensed up again. Gene's sigh didn't escape his attention, nor the tone of his voice. He's clearly at a loss... He must be regretting that he ever offered to take Sam in. The painkillers aren't working yet, but Sam still forces himself to move. It's hard going, but he finally manages to support himself on his good hand, carefully pushing himself up and away from Gene, in order to sit up without help. The slight vertigo is making that difficult, but somehow, he manages. Gene doesn't know how to help him... well, neither does Sam. Clenching his jaw against the pain, Sam takes a shaky breath and says quietly* ... bed. *The bed was easy on his back during the last few nights... much more comfortable than the sofa... |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 4 2015, 09:50 PM Post #518 |
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*Bed... right... But how is he going to get Sam up there? It's not like he could scoop Sam up in his arms, is it. Not with his back like that. And it's not like Sam would even want that. That amount of touching and closeness... It's different when they fight. When Gene pushes Sam up against the filing cabinets and balls his fists in his shirt. That's comfortable. That's normal. It's just male bonding. But he doesn't know how to approach this. Gene looks Sam up and down, assessing what he thinks he's capable of.* Okay. I'd haul you up like a sack of potatoes, but... Think you can get up on those twigs of yours if I get your arm? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 4 2015, 09:58 PM Post #519 |
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*Unaware of Gene's thought process and inhibitions, Sam grits his teeth and nods. Sitting upright is taking a lot out of him already - and no wonder, if he wasn't even able to hold a glass of water on his own earlier... Now that he's at least somewhat more awake and aware, Sam can feel his cheeks starting to burn with shame. Gene is having to do so much for him. It's a miracle that he hasn't already just carted Sam back to the hospital, like he said earlier... The thought makes irrational fear bubble up inside him.* Don't... 'ave much of a choice, do I... *But if they keep talking for much longer, what little strength Sam has left will leave him... His arm is already starting to tremble from having to support Sam's upper body. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 6 2015, 06:38 PM Post #520 |
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No, you don't. Up you get. *carefully, Gene pulls Sam up, trying to help support him as he gets him upright. It's not easy, and he's worried that everything he does could hurt Sam more... But it's either this or take him back to the hospital, and he's sure Sam wouldn't want that. If he can just keep Sam going til the painkillers kick in they'll be fine. He was okay before, he'll be fine again.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 6 2015, 07:02 PM Post #521 |
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*Sam doesn't have the energy to try and hide in how much pain he is. Gene's support is appreciated, but it doesn't stop Sam from wincing as he straightens out properly, having to put weight on his bad leg. Having to move. He doesn't know what's causing it - maybe the intensity of the nightmare - but his injuries feel so fresh now... However, he doesn't groan. This much he can suppress. As they walk up the stairs, he's quiet. Even as he so carefully sits down on the bed, Sam doesn't utter a sound of pain. Gene had to wake him up from a nightmare, he saw Sam completely defenseless and crying. Sam can't give him any more reasons to think that he's weak... That he needs to go back to hospital... no, that can't happen.........* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 6 2015, 07:44 PM Post #522 |
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*Sam's silence as they make their way upstairs is almost as frightening as the sounds he was making during his nightmare. There's just.... Nothing. Like Sam's holding it all in. Like he's ashamed or something stupid. Not that Gene can talk, he'd be feeling exactly the same way. But still. Goddammit, Sam doesn't need to kill himself trying to keep every little flinch inside.* Okay... Pills should start to work soon. Bet you'll be out like a light, too. *and that's all the comfort he can give... What else can he do?* Uhh... D'you want help yer PJ's and all that? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 6 2015, 07:55 PM Post #523 |
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*Sam exhales slowly, closing his eyes for a moment. Gene is right - he's not eaten, he's still shattered from a week of hardly sleeping, and now those knock-out pills... he can feel the vertigo intensifying, urging him to lie down. So Sam shakes his head minutely in reply to Gene's question, already lying down. Getting up here has taken so much of his energy, he doesn't even have the strength left to reach for the blanket and pull it up. His eyes won't open anymore, his head spinning and his mind spiralling away from reality fast. And there he is - knocked out by the painkillers in no time flat, half curled in on himself. His face is still damp to the touch, as is the loose shirt he's been wearing during the last few days.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 6 2015, 10:21 PM Post #524 |
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*Sam's asleep before Gene can even insist on him getting changed, and dammit, Gene wishes he could have gotten Sam more comfortable first. But there's no way Gene's gonna be able to get Sam undressed now. Not while he's unconscious and moving him would risk waking him up. Sam needs to stay asleep until the meds begin to work. All he can do is gently adjust Sam into the most comfortable position and then pull the blanket up to cover him. Feeling as though he should be doing far more, Gene watches for a moment, looking for signs of pain. But luckily there's nothing. Finally Sam is peaceful. Reluctant to leave but knowing there's nothing else he can do, Gene turns and heads to his room. He'd never forgive himself now if he woke Sam up. Best let him rest. Feeling once again emotionally drained, Gene crawls into bed. These motions, looking after someone - they feel both alien and unsettlingly familiar at the same time. But he just won't think about it. Just concentrate on Sam now. Tomorrow things should be better. Hopefully Sam will be better.... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 6 2015, 10:39 PM Post #525 |
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*Sadly, Sam's peace only lasts for a few hours. It's in the middle of the night that the nightmares start again, even more vicious than before. A flurry of images, scenes replaying, again and again and again, until Sam is drenched in sweat and murmuring. The painkillers can only do so much to keep his troubled mind in check, and the fact that he took them on an empty stomach really doesn't help. But it doesn't stop there. His body is demanding rest, keeping him asleep, but the dreams become worse and worse, more and more real. Sam's murmurs become louder and louder, pleading, trying to rationalize... But it doesn't stop. He doesn't wake up. He twists in the bed, kicking the blanket off, no no no no no NO-- Sam screams.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 6 2015, 11:07 PM Post #526 |
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*Gene jerks awake to the sound of a scream rattling through his brain.* JESUS CH--!! *He springs upright, staggering out of bed and almost tripping over his discarded trousers and shirt on the way. Sleep addled and confused, it takes a good few seconds for him to wake up enough to realise what must be happening. Heart beating hard in his chest, Gene rushes to the doorway of Sam's room. The only place such a noise could be coming from. He's heard Sam scream before, but not like this! * SAM. SAM, SHHH! Stop it, stop it, it's fine!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 6 2015, 11:13 PM Post #527 |
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*Sam doesn't stop. His good hand is clawing into the sheets, his head thrashing from side to side, and he screams again - desperately, in agony, because he can feel it again, the pain, lashing across his back relentlessly, drilling into his hand, over and over, it won't stop, it won't stop. He's not even screaming words - it's wordless, raw pain. Pain and despair.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 7 2015, 12:49 PM Post #528 |
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*Oh god Oh god... In a flash, Gene's by Sam's side and grasping his shoulders. * SAM! SNAP OUT OF IT! *He's going to hurt his throat! And what if the neighbours hear? The last thing he wants is a bunch of plod bursting in through the door thinking he's murdered someone for real this time!* SAM! Edited by Gene Hunt, Nov 7 2015, 05:28 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 7 2015, 05:51 PM Post #529 |
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*Sam's eyes snap open, but it's clear that he's still trapped in that nightmare. He cries out again in horror, trying to twist away and out of Gene's grasp, with more force than one might expect, considering how weak Sam's been during the last few days.* NO, no, please-- *He's not recognized Gene yet, nor has he understood the words. He throws up his bad hand as if to protect his head, but he doesn't get as far as that, the cast knocking against Gene's arm instead. Away, he needs to get away, he's in so much pain already, they're hurting him, no, stop, no--* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 7 2015, 06:05 PM Post #530 |
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*Gene catches Sam's plastered arm, holding it steady so as not to knock it further. He can't tell how awake Sam is, he's in to much of a state.* SAM! STOP IT, IT'S ME! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 7 2015, 06:24 PM Post #531 |
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*Gene's grabbing his hand has an effect on Sam. He stops thrashing - freezes up completely, in fact, his breathing fast and shallow. His head is turned to the side now, and he's squeezed his eyes shut. Because any moment now, there's going to be a punch, he's going to be hurt again, even though he told them, he already gave in and told them, what else do they want....* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 7 2015, 09:23 PM Post #532 |
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*seeing the effect his hold has on Sam, Gene reluctantly lets go. Sam thinks Gene's going to hit him. He thinks Gene isn't even Gene. Hands out like he's trying to tame a frightened horse, Gene takes half a step back. Voice forcibly calm, he tries again.* Sam... It's your Guv. M'not gonna touch you... Just open your eyes, yeah? Look at where you are. Look at me. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 7 2015, 09:34 PM Post #533 |
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*As soon as Gene lets go, Sam moves again, trying to scramble away. He doesn't get very far though, pain piercing through the haze shrouding his perception, and so he curls up, this time using his good hand to shield his head. And there he is, then, on the bed - his back turned to Gene, curled up as far as he can, trembling and waiting for the violence. However, Gene's voice is finally starting to filter through. The voice doesn't fit in with the nightmare... Sam still can't quite recognise it, can't make out the words, but the voice is calmer now, talking to him... Asking him something..... Almost automatically, Sam stammers out, voice quite, rough, and thick with fear* I-I already told you, I told, don't, please, I c-can't-- |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 7 2015, 09:37 PM Post #534 |
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*trying to keep himself and Sam calm, Gene speaks once more, not moving a muscle.* You're in my house, Sam. It's the middle of the night and you're in my gloriously unhoovered spare bedroom. Okay? Look at me, alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 7 2015, 09:50 PM Post #535 |
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*Sam flinches when Gene speaks again, curling up even further for a moment. But... Apart from the voice drifting at him, nothing else happens. No punches, no other nasty, painful things. Look at me. Slowly, almost fearfully, Sam moves; uncurling slightly, turning his head, blearily blinking in Gene's direction. It's dark in the room and he can hardly see, there's just a dark shape looming a few feet away from him, and Sam remains tense, ready to curl up again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 7 2015, 09:55 PM Post #536 |
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*Gene stares at Sam intently, encouraging him to see, to really see. To see the safety around him. It's as though Sam's still half in his nightmare, blinded by the horrors he's been through. But that's over now. It's over. He's safe.* Oi, it's me. It's Gene. Alright? *Waves his hand as if to prove it* Not gonna hit you this time. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 7 2015, 10:07 PM Post #537 |
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*Sam stares right back at Gene, trying to focus, really trying... And slowly, dass the nightmare dissolves around him, allowing him to finally really take in his surroundings. The bed, damp with his sweat... The cool air on what's exposed of his skin, making him shiver... The shirt, clinging to his chest... Bandages, bruises, his immobile left hand, pulsing faintly... ... And Gene, a few steps away from him. Gene. Sam blinks again, not knowing what to say. His mind is still trying to catch up, piece together what just happened... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 7 2015, 10:10 PM Post #538 |
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*Gene watches, concern radiating from him in waves. And finally, there it is... The spark in Sam's eyes. Confusion and panic too, but that spark of Sam is definitely in there.* Hey.... You with me now...? Say 'I love being a ponce' if you're back. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 7 2015, 10:20 PM Post #539 |
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*Once again Sam flinches when Gene speaks, but it's mostly because of the sound in general. High-strung as he is at the moment, every little sound will make him jump.* I-I.... *He's not about to repeat what Gene said - it's more of an attempt to regain some control over himself. But his voice is shakey, hoarse from screaming, so he has to break off and swallow as he grimaces, his good hand coming up to cover his throat, as though that's going to help. Still... He still can't tell if Gene is real. The bedroom around him feels surreal - the entire situation does - and Sam doesn't know what to make of it all. So he tries to speak again* ... G-Gene--? *Sam has to break off again, this time giving a choking sound, discomfort plain in his grimace.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 7 2015, 10:55 PM Post #540 |
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*Oh thank god.* Yeah, you stupid bugger. It's me. *tentatively, Gene steps towards the bed again and drops his hands.* You've been having nightmares. The shittiest kind, from the sound of it. *Gene knows what the answer's going to be, but he has to ask-* You okay?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 7 2015, 11:01 PM Post #541 |
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*The urge to back up as Gene steps closer to the bed is nearly overwhelming, and Sam does shrink back... But he's slowly regaining control over himself, and so he manages to keep himself from actually scrabbling backwards. At Gene's question, Sam becomes aware of just how much in a state he is - still trembling with the cold and the aftershock, his head spinning slightly, limbs aching distantly... He's a mess. Mutely, Sam shakes his head. He can't bring himself to put on a strong face... And Gene isn't blind.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 7 2015, 11:10 PM Post #542 |
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*the reaction he gets is far more extreme than Gene's expecting, and it makes him take another step back. God, Sam's so rattled... Everything Gene's instincts tell him to do seem to be causing a negative response... * OK, ok... I'll stay back here, alright? Knew my magnificent bedhair was gonna give you the willies. *He pauses, weighing up his options. He needs to get Sam's adrenaline down... Get him to relax enough to see sense and reality as they are. He takes cautious steps over to the doorway and hovers his finger over the light switch* Want me to switch the light on? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 7 2015, 11:16 PM Post #543 |
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*Sam follows Gene's silhouette as he moves over to the doorway, still tense, still alarmed. But Gene is doing the right thing, keeping his voice calm, his movements slow. The lights... Gene is asking him about the lights... For a moment, there's an irrational pang of fear that the lights will cause Gene to simply ping out of existence. On the other hand, if Sam can finally properly SEE Gene, then maybe he'll be able to really tell apart reality and dream... So, Sam nods, if somewhat hesitantly.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 7 2015, 11:23 PM Post #544 |
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*With permission and the hope that the shock won't make Sam ricochet off the walls, Gene switches on the light.* There, see? Nothing scary here. Except the curtains, those are a bit horrific...! *come on, come on... That must have done the trick.... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 7 2015, 11:28 PM Post #545 |
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*Despite Gene's assurances, Sam flinches and recoils as the light comes on. However, that's due to the fact that the light is hurting his tired eyes, sending a flash of pain through his head. Contrary to Gene's fears, though, Sam doesn't leap out of bed. He curls up again instead, covering his eyes with his good arm as tightly as he can, giving a quiet sound of discomfort.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 8 2015, 12:35 PM Post #546 |
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*Ahh. OK, well that's expected. The lights bright after all.* There's some water on the bedside table... Might wanna get that down you, from the sound of your voice. *he'd go and pass it to Sam, but he remembers the flinch from earlier. Now that Sam's less vocal he doesn't want to freak him out again.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 8 2015, 12:45 PM Post #547 |
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*However, Sam isn't listening anymore - the light hurting his eyes has sent his mind reeling again. He's in a weird state of limbo, unable to tell whether he's awake or not... Whether he's imagining Gene, whether he imagined the captivity... What feels real, though, is the sensation of ropes, tightly wound around his wrists. Cutting off his blood circulation. Hurting him. He needs to get rid of them, now, now, now... Sam shifts slightly, and starts to claw at his bad wrist - slowly at first, but then with more determination and force. The ropes need to come off........!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 8 2015, 12:56 PM Post #548 |
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*it quickly becomes apparent that Gene needs to do something more. The way that Sam's clawing at his wrist - that isn't good. Time for affirmative action. Gene approaches the bed again, taking Sam's wrists in his own, one thin and warm, the other rough with bandages.* Sam, you have to stop. You're awake! *then, after a pause* Look, how can I show you this is real? That you're not still sleeping? Eh? Edited by Gene Hunt, Nov 8 2015, 01:15 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 8 2015, 01:15 PM Post #549 |
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*A tremor goes through Sam as Gene takes hold of his wrists, and for a moment it looks like he's going to try and fight back... But then he deflates slightly, trying hard to open his eyes. With Gene hovering over him, Sam's face is effectively cast in shadow now, so he manages to blink his eyes open, staring blearily up at Gene. Gene. He's still talking to him. He still hasn't vanished. The grip on Sam's wrists is firm, yes, but not bruising, without intent to hurt him. Sam is still breathing too fast, like he's just run a marathon. Gene is asking him questions. Questions. He can't answer questions, he can't... He can't. So he remains silent.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 8 2015, 01:20 PM Post #550 |
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*silence... Does that mean.....?* Okay, so....I'm gonna take that to mean you're awake. And if you're not then god help us, 'cos the only thing I can do next is throw water all over you, and I don't really fancy having to dry that bloody duvet. *Gene lets go of Sam's wrists, letting one hand travel up to Sam's shoulder.* You okay now? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 8 2015, 05:25 PM Post #551 |
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*Sam stares back at Gene, trying to process what he's saying. He understands the words by themselves, but for some reason they hardly make sense... Gene's way of talking is more than Sam can handle at the moment. He needs to concentrate on something else... He swallows, trying to even out his breathing. The seconds are ticking by, Sam's eyes are starting to get used to the light... And the more that happens, the more Sam realizes - he's awake. It's all real. This really is Gene, hand on Sam's shoulder. And suddenly, Gene's words make more sense. Sam exhales with half a groan, most of the tension leaving his body as his eyes close for a moment.. The nightmare-induced terror is still lingering, and now it's being joined by exhaustion and deep embarrassment. With some delay, he nods in response to Gene's question, though he knows that it's ridiculous to try and claim that he's okay. He's anything but, and Gene knows full well...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 9 2015, 10:10 PM Post #552 |
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Good... Good.... *Relieved that Sam finally seems to be understanding him, Gene's mouth relaxes into a loose grin.* Thought you'd snapped and reached a new level of loopy. *still wanting further reassurance that Sam's okay, Gene's hand finds its way onto Sam's cheek, propping his head up so he can get some proper eye contact.* The painkillers must have kicked in, at least? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 9 2015, 10:37 PM Post #553 |
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*Sam opens his eyes again - and blinks in surprise (bordering on shock) when Gene's hand comes to rest against his cheek so gently. With such care. Smiling down at him. This gesture stands in such a stark contrast with the nightmares Sam's been having during the last few days and nights that his chest grows tight and his eyes start to burn. He didn't - couldn't - expect this. And he can't stop himself from pressing his head into Gene's touch, nodding mutely one more. The painkillers still seem to be working; his bad hand is throbbing dully, as is his back, but he's not in actual pain.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 9 2015, 11:56 PM Post #554 |
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*the relief Gene felt suddenly begins to drain when he sees the shine appear in Sam's eyes. This is something that he doesn't know how to deal with... A confused and disorientated person he has a little experience with... But crying? He was bad enough when his wife used to do it, let alone Sam. Keeping his hand where it is, Gene reaches his other up to brush Sam's fringe back soothingly* C'mon, don't... Don't do that. Look, cup of tea? I'll stick a brew on and we'll have a chat or something, yeah? That sound good? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 10 2015, 08:00 AM Post #555 |
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*Sam's breath hitches slightly - Gene is actually caressing his head now, stroking back his fringe. As if the disorientation after the nightmares wasn't enough, this is confusing on a whole new level. It's soothing, so incredibly calming, those gentle touches, the warm hand to the side of his face. It's the gentlest contact Sam has had in what feels what forever. But... it's Gene. Gene doesn't do gentle. As much as Sam would love to just let it happen, to just enjoy it, he can't help his mind reeling from this - flashing back to Gene holding his hand when he was in hospital, racing ahead to what else might happen... With great difficulty, Sam forces himself back into the present. Nothing's going to happen. He needs to answer Gene. Belatedly, Sam nods once more, unable to resist the temptation of pressing his face a bit more into Gene's hand in the process. His voice is brittle when he speaks, but he still manages to speak* A-alright. |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 11 2015, 10:12 PM Post #556 |
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*Alright.... Alright... They have a plan. There's a plan now, it'll be okay... Cup of tea and that'll sort everything out. Gene needs to go - needs to go stick the kettle on - but he doesn't want to leave. Sam doesn't want him to leave either, that much is clear. The way his eyes are shining, the way he's leaning into Gene's hand... Wait-- Gene's hand drops away from Sam's cheek as though he's been shocked. What is he doing?? Sam must think he's--! Embarrassed suddenly, Gene stands up straight, a look of barely-disguised fright on his face.* Right... I'll, uhm... I'll go stick a brew on then. Don't get up. *Inwardly cursing his lapse in restraint, Gene turns and hurries down the stairs. Shit, Sam's bound to have noticed that. But he didn't pull away... so what..??* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 11 2015, 10:25 PM Post #557 |
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*There is a moment of silence during which they just look at each other... And then Gene withdraws his hand as though he's burned himself. Sam blinks, swallows. He isn't in the right mindset to make much of this, but that look on Gene's face.... If Sam didn't know any better, he'd say that Gene looks... scared. But before Sam can properly collect his thoughts, Gene is out of the room already, hurrying down the stairs. For a few seconds, Sam doesn't move at all. He's trying to make sense of what just happened. However, he gives up fairly soon, his head starting to throb. He'll need to deal with this later... with what this might imply... But for now, he needs to try and sit up. Slowly, Sam pulls himself up, leaning heavily on his good arm and trying not to disturb anything else. The fingers on his bad hand twitch and give a dull throb, but Sam bites his lip and continues, until he's more or less propped up against the headboard, with the pillow providing some cushioning. Only then does he wipe his good hand across his eyes, trying to scrub away the sleep and the unshed tears. ... and then it lingers where Gene had touched his cheek. That really happened. Sam's hand drops into his lap. This is ridiculous. At a different time, he might have thought that his mind was playing tricks on him. Right now... right now, hope is warring with dread and trauma, and the latter two are prevailing. But all Sam can do at the moment is wait for Gene to return. If he returns.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2015, 01:02 AM Post #558 |
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*Gene can't be too long... He has to get back up there. After his swift exit Sam's bound to he wondering what the hell's going on. Not that Gene really even knows himself. So, as soon as the kettle's boiled and the tea is brewed, Gene takes a deep breath and sets back up the stairs. Trying to hold the embarrassment in, he pads over to Sam on the bed and holds out one mug of tea.* 'Ere you go. Put some sugar in it too. Thought y'could do with a hit! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2015, 09:44 AM Post #559 |
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*Sam can hear the sounds of tea-making from downstairs, and something about that makes him calm down a little. And soon, there's footsteps coming up the stairs again, and Gene pads back in, holding out a mug of steaming tea to him. Sam reaches out and takes it, pulling it to his chest - he's still shakey, so he doesn't trust himself to hold onto the mug tightly enough... And the warmth is soothing him further.* *quietly* Cheers. *However, he finds that he can't look Gene in the eye now. During the last few minutes, it's begun to dawn on him just what happened - what Gene witnessed. What he had to do in order to calm Sam down. No question, he knows how bad a state Sam is in, and has been in for the last few days. It scares Sam. What's Gene going to do? How long is he going to humour Sam? The fact that the first thing he suggested was a brew is a good sign, surely, but still... with Gene's sudden, hasty retreat, Sam can't help but wonder. What's going to happen next? Sam gazes down at his tea, waiting. He can't bring himself to begin this conversation - what ever it's going to be.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2015, 11:32 PM Post #560 |
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*the awkwardness is thick in the room now, and Gene isn't sure how to break it. Sam's got his tea, he's awake and (so he says) not in pain... So that's good... But it's very obvious that Sam noticed his softness and weakness earlier, as well as his swift exit. He looks at Sam, then down at his own tea - and then at Sam again, then down at the bed next to Sam. At last, Gene nods at the space next to Sam, suggesting the only next step that feels right.* ... So... You wanna budge up? Talk about it? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2015, 11:41 PM Post #561 |
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*Sam looks up abruptly when Gene speaks, his eyes widening a little, and there's more than a hint of fear there. But then, it makes way for confusion and disbelief. Sam glances at the space next to him, then at Gene.* .. you.... want to talk? *That's not happened before. Never. For a moment, Sam even forgets about his own discomfort. Gene Hunt is offering to 'talk about it'.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2015, 11:47 PM Post #562 |
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*Gene swallows, frowning slightly. Has he gotten this wrong?* Well... You're usually the one going on about 'feelings' and 'sharing' and all that guff. *Shrugs, hoping he's not messing this up. Maybe this isn't what Sam wants to do after all... Would talking about it make it worse? Gene's go-to method of coping is usually just to drink himself into oblivion... But that probably isn't what Sam needs right now.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2015, 11:50 PM Post #563 |
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*Sam blinks, stares at Gene for a few more seconds. Then... he huffs faintly, the hint of a sad smile playing around his lips for a moment.* *quietly* Suppose so. *He moves - scooting to the side slowly and carefully, so as not to spill the tea and hurt himself. It's the clearest invitation Sam can muster at the moment.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 14 2015, 11:15 PM Post #564 |
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*With permission, Gene makes his move. Still uncertain of what he's going to say, he approaches the bed and perches next to Sam, careful not to jostle him or dip the mattress too much. Trying to appear nonchalant and casual, Gene sips at his own tea and smacks his lips.* So. You wanna start then? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 14 2015, 11:18 PM Post #565 |
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*Sam hasn't taken his eyes off Gene - he needs to see how he's acting, how he's holding himself... how serious he is about this. It would be easier to gauge what Gene is thinking if Sam was in a better head space... but that isn't going to happen any time soon, so Sam has to make do with what he's got. And he has to admit... the fact that Gene is actually offering to listen makes Sam want to talk about it. Something had stopped him from doing so with Annie, and he couldn't even explain it to himself, but now... Maybe it's because of how tired and worn down he is now. Still - starting is so much easier said than done. Just as quietly as before, Sam asks* Where? *Because there are too many things that need to be talked about. Too many hurts.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 14 2015, 11:27 PM Post #566 |
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*Again, Gene shrugs. Where SHOULD he start? There are so many things that they probably need to talk about... But at least one of those many things scares Gene shitless. Best start with the obvious.* How about you tell me what was makin' you do the unconscious Hokey-Kokey in the middle of the night? The amount of wailing you were doing my neighbours'll think I've been hiding a perchant for the bleedin' opera! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 14 2015, 11:31 PM Post #567 |
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*Sam swallows involuntarily at Gene's choice of words - that sounds... that sounds like he's angry with Sam. That's not good. He lowers his gaze finally, staring down at his mug.* ... nightmare. *and, even quieter* M'sorry I woke you up. |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 14 2015, 11:37 PM Post #568 |
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*Nightmare. He'd gotten that part. Though he really doesn't like how Sam seems to be feeling guilty... This isn't his fault, none of it is.* Oh aye? And am I to assume that you had this nightmare on purpose? No? Well then. *sips again, trying to word his next question carefully* You been having these nightmares every night without telling me? Or is it a once-or-twice kind of thing? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 14 2015, 11:54 PM Post #569 |
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*Ah. This is where things get complicated. Sam is glad that Gene doesn't seem to be angry at him after all, but... Sam takes a breath, the fingers of his good hand clenching around the mug that little bit tighter.* ... always. I... *God, this is hard... fear is clawing at him, making it hard to breathe. But now that he's started, he can't stop... he has to get it out somehow... hope that Gene understands...! Even if Sam himself doesn't want to admit to himself just how affected he's been by all of this...* ... I've not been sleeping a lot. Couldn't. It wakes me up after... after a few hours, and I can't get back to sleep after. *He's still staring down at his tea, not really seeing it.* I can't... can't help it. Sounds... I can't help but think......... *his voice cracks up then, and he has to stop and swallow.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 15 2015, 11:45 PM Post #570 |
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*Gene listens, not moving an inch as he let's Sam talk - just in case a movement will break the stuttering flow that Sam has going. So this isn't just the second time this has happened. He should have guessed. Should have noticed. But he's been so caught up with work... With trying to secure the most solid case he can against Trent. To get justice for Sam. Of course he's missed things. He could mentally slap himself.* Well. Full marks for your acting! Usually you're shite at it. *takes a breath, internally scolding himself l* S'pose that means you've been getting less sleep than you've led me to believe? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 16 2015, 08:45 AM Post #571 |
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*When Gene speaks up, Sam finds himself holding his breath - how will Gene react, knowing that Sam's been having nightmares all this time...? What if he just... ... but then, before he can stop himself, Sam huffs a weak laugh. Gene's right, he's a crap actor normally. It must have been down to Gene's workload that he didn't realize what was going on. That, and the fact that the amount of painkillers Sam is on made it easy to believe that he'd be tired all the time. Without realizing, Sam is starting to relax a little. Gene is still just sitting there, his voice quiet, actually willing to talk. It's a spark of hope for Sam - maybe... maybe he'll understand.... Sam nods in reply to Gene's question, for the first time glancing up.* ... Yeah. A lot less. |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 17 2015, 12:57 AM Post #572 |
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*Gene prides himself on managing to read people - and it's worth relief that he seems Sam beginning to relax and open up a bit. The confirmation that Sam's not been sleeping doesn't do anything to help, though.* So you're a walking zombie. That's not gonna help you stick back together, is it! *keeping his voice light but not mocking, gentle but not uncharacteristically so, Gene probes a little further.* And these nightmares... I'm guessing they're not the sharks-with-legs kind and more of the Kim Trent kind. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 17 2015, 09:27 PM Post #573 |
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... *Sam can't help but lower his gaze. He nods. There's no point in denying it. Even the mention of his name lets that grin flash in front of Sam's eyes, holding the promise of pain. Once more, Sam's knuckles turn white as he grips his mug harder.* I-I can't stop it. I tried - telling myself it's alright, it's irrational, I'm safe - but it doesn't... it never... *Sam breaks off, giving a frustrated sigh, shaking his head.* It keeps coming back. Somewhere in there - *Sam gestures at his head, his movements becoming a little more animated* - he's still got me. He still... |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 18 2015, 12:00 AM Post #574 |
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*realising that Sam's getting worked up, Gene reaches out and places a steady hand on Sam's shoulder. A gesture that hopefully says 'I'm here, there's nothing to be afraid of'.* Shhhhh, alright. I know what you mean. *He frowns, taking a moment to gather his words. What Sam's describing sounds horrible, and he's certainly not going to shame him for it. Sam never asked for this. The fact that he even survived it is a miracle, really. Gene needs to help Sam see that he really is safe... That there's an end to all of this. Keeping his hand where it is, Gene stares off towards the back wall, recalling details from a past time.* Seen this kind of thing before. It happens. But if anyone can beat it, it's you. You're more resilient than a polar bear in a tank. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 18 2015, 09:57 PM Post #575 |
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*Sam doesn't look up when Gene's hand lands on his shoulder. However, even though he tenses up for a moment, he doesn't pull back. However, he shakes his head once more.* You don't understand. *Sam's voice has become low, bitter-sounding. The fact that they're finally talking about this seems to be slowly pulverizing the dam inside Sam's mind, and slowly, all his fears and doubts are pouring out.* Every little creak, I think it's them. Every shadow behind a window. *a humourless huff escapes him* I'm broken, Gene. I know you always thought I was cracked, but now I-- *Sam chokes, suddenly, unable to continue. Having spoken these words, it's brought him to a sudden stop, tears welling up in his eyes. He really believes what he just said.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 18 2015, 10:11 PM Post #576 |
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*completely gutted by Sam's response, Gene gives his shoulder a small shake. He needs to get through to him. Sam can't think this...* Like hell you're broken. Bit bent out of shape, maybe... But not beyond repair. *Gene's other hand makes its way onto Sam's cheek again, turning his head to make sure they get eye contact* You're DI Sam bloody Tyler. And a sodding shit stain like Trent isn't going to beat you. Okay? You're alive. You're healing up and Trent's going to spend the rest of his worthwhile days decaying in solitary confinement, you mark my words that's what'll happen. I'm making sure of it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 18 2015, 10:32 PM Post #577 |
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*Sam's eyes are red and glimmering when Gene nudges his head up with his hand - once again, Gene's hand on his cheek. He's hurting too much right now to make a lot of it, but it does register. If he wasn't holding onto his cup with his good hand, though, Sam would have reached up to place his own hand over Gene's. Because he needs that contact, he needs it so desperately... the warmth against his skin, so gentle... However, it's not that easy to sway him. After a few seconds of eye contact, Sam lowers his gaze once more. Gene says all that... but Sam can't believe it. Can't imagine it. Too many things happened... Trent broke him down too thoroughly...* He already beat me. *He stares down at his useless hand. His voice is still low, trembling ever so slightly* I can't... I won't be able to go to work for a long time, the doctors said. And I... can't... see myself... *has to take a steadying breath, but it's still all pouring out, he can't stop himself* ... I can't see myself going back. I put a civilian at risk, I... *I'm too weak. I can't be trusted..* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 19 2015, 12:48 AM Post #578 |
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You did what anybody would have done! You think any other officer out there would have lasted that long before spilling the beans? By keeping shtum for that long you kept someone alive. They wanted the Deaf-aid, like you said. And you stopped 'em from getting to 'im. May not feel like it... But you won. And that's going to eat Trent alive. *Gene drops his hand from Sam's face, too involved in trying to help to realise just how soppy he's appearing.* You can't give up. The whole force is rallying around you, you know. Even Ray. That's how much of an imprint you've left here already. And there's a whole shedload more of the picky pain in you, I can tell. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 19 2015, 09:37 PM Post #579 |
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*Sam desperately wants to believe Gene. He wants to feel the relief of knowing that Gene doesn't think of him as weak, as a liability. That what happened led to something good, that Sam indeed won. And he knows that it wasn't entirely in vain, that Leonard is safe. But... It's all too present still. The hammer, the drill, the whipping. Hot flames running down his back. Without looking up, Sam mutters* Do you know what 'appened? *He needs Gene to understand... This is something he hasn't told anyone, but he needs it now - Gene doesn't seem to understand what was done to Sam, what he had to go through. He needs to understand why it seems to impossible to Sam that he'll ever recover...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 20 2015, 12:09 AM Post #580 |
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*Gene pauses before looking down at the mug balanced on his lap. He knows some of it... He was there leading the rescue. He saw the aftermath, heard what must have caused the injuries afterwards. And then had those facts backed up by the sneering faces of those who caused them. But of course he's not seen what Sam experienced first-hand. And it's an unsettling thing, agreeing to hear it.* I saw the mess when we found you. Interrogated all the bastards we caught... *He frowns, remembering Trent's glee in describing just how much agony his victim was in. He'd punched the man after that. Chipped a tooth and caused a shocker of a black eye. Luckily nobody was too bothered about it. But knowing the facts doesn't mean that Gene knows how Sam felt, or how it all went down exactly. Nobody knows that but Sam.* But no... I don't know what it was like. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 20 2015, 09:25 AM Post #581 |
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*Sam nods, almost as if to himself, still not looking at Gene. He does know that Gene was there when he was found, but he doesn't know any details. He never asked Annie, and he doubts she would have told him much even if he had inquired. Sam waits for a few more seconds, but it doesn't look like Gene is going to tell him not to bother. So... Gene wants to hear it. Is ready to listen. How much he'll be ready to tell, Sam doesn't know. But he knows he has to start somewhere, get at least some of this out. He needs to take this chance, this improbably chance that Gene is offering him. Quietly, Sam begins to speak.* They grabbed me two roads down from the pub. I fought back, but they... they had a gun. Threw me into their van, drove out of town. Then... *Sam swallows* ... they wanted to know Leonard's address. And Annie's. ... and... and yours. It's all Trent wanted. Revenge. *Sam halts again - it's difficult, so difficult to actually get the words out... the memories are coming back, swirling around his mind. His bad hand is starting to tingle as he gathers up the strength to continue.* They beat me up, and when I wouldn't say anything, they... *he takes a shaky breath* ... the hammer came first. Then the c-crowbar. And then.... then.... *God, he's starting to feel queasy just thinking about it. Sam closes his eyes, forcing himself to go on.* .... the drill. The... *As if to demonstrate, he raises his bad hand a few inches before dropping it down again.* A-after that I gave them... the wrong address. I was... hoping... that s-someone would spot them... I'd asked Annie to... *Sam breaks off there, shaking his head. That's not the point, there's something else he needs to...* ... they l-left me in that shed f-for the rest of the night. I... the darkness...... I-I tried to get out of the... ropes... tried to... to....... *When did he start trembling?* .... the b-blood made it a bit easier, I m-managed to get one hand o-out... n-not the other.... I t-tried.......... *Sam opens his mouth again, but there's no sound. He's staring at his knees, caught up in the memories again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 21 2015, 12:06 AM Post #582 |
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*Gene stays silent as Sam talks. It doesn't feel right to interrupt. Not when Sam's opening up and seems to be struggling to get it all out, even though it must be cathartic for him. Getting it out in the open, having someone else take some of the burden from him... But still. The details make Gene feel sick, hitting him like a punch to the throat. What Sam went through... It sounds unbearable. Absolutely horrific. How the hell he lasted as long as he did...! When Sam stops, Gene knows there's more. But he isn't going to force Sam to reveal it if he doesn't want to. He feels strangely honored that Sam's trusted him enough to reveal this much anyway, and he hasn't even talked about the flogging yet. A lump in his throat and desperate anger and sympathy warring in his stomach, Gene can only breathe one word.* ...Jesus... *squeezes Sam's shoulder a little, speechless and appalled. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 22 2015, 03:12 AM Post #583 |
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*Sam doesn't react to that little squeeze, nor does he raise his head to look at Gene. He's shivering now, half-caught up in memories. The world has gone surreal, and Sam is unable to tell anymore whether he's really sitting in a bed, whether Gene is really listening, or whether he's just in some weird state of limbo, having escaped the cruel reality of still being locked up in that shed. Which is why, when he does finally continue to speak, his voice sounds strange - soft and monotone, like he's in a trance.* ... I can... Feel them still....... Can't get the...other...Other hand free..... *Sam remembers screaming Gene's name, screaming for him to get him out of this hell, but now it comes out in a pathetic whisper* .... Gene.... P-please... |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 22 2015, 09:46 PM Post #584 |
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*Gene's ready for Sam to continue, but once that broken whisper makes it out of his mouth instead, Gene can't help wrapping his arm properly around Sam's shoulders and pulling him in.* 'Ey... 'Ey, s' alright. If you can't carry on then I'm not expecting you to. *This is truly horrific... He can't force Sam to speak about it of its going to do more harm than good.... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 22 2015, 10:30 PM Post #585 |
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*Sam's breath hitches slightly as Gene's arm comes to rest around his shoulders... And then, he finds himself close to Gene. So close. It's enough to pull him out of this state of half-awareness, back into reality. Sam blinks as he comes back to himself - and to the warmth of another human being so close to him. Before he can stop himself or think about what he's doing, Sam leans into Gene's touch. The tight feeling around his wrists is fading slowly, aided by the solidity that Gene is providing, the warmth and the comfort. Sam had often dreamed about this kind of touch, and now that it is happening, it's every bit as he had always imagined... However, it still isn't enough to put Sam completely at ease. Far from it. He takes another shaky breath, still trembling faintly.* .... Sorry... Er... *Sam shakes his head, trying to find his way back into his recollection of what happened.* .... I... I waited. For someone to get me out of there. *the trembling intensifies again, though Sam manages to hold onto the present. For now.* ... But then they... They returned. *The bang of the door as Trent threw it open is still echoing in Sam's mind and he breaks off again, closing his eyes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 23 2015, 03:18 PM Post #586 |
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*Gene feels how Sam leans in, and he keeps his hold firm and steady around Sam's shoulders. He's not sure if Sam's going to carry on, but it soon becomes apparent that he needs to get this out. So all Gene can do is hold him and try not to interrupt. Try to keep himself from exploding with anger at what his friend's been subjected to. Squeezing a little, Gene grunts an acknowledgement. A sign that he's listening, and that Sam can continue at his own pace.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 23 2015, 08:54 PM Post #587 |
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*Gene is doing the right thing. The silence, paired with that strong, warm hold he has on Sam, it helps Sam to stay rooted. It still is hard to talk about everything that happened - especially as they approach the end of it - but at least he's safe from completely slipping down into a full-on flashback. It takes Sam a good while before he's able to muster the strength to continue - and even then, he sticks to as few words as possible.* Trent... wasn't happy. I don't remember everything... b-but I ended up on the ground - he was choking me, with his boot-- *Sam squeezes his eyes shut tighter, bowing his head* ... then they strung me up. Five.... five lashes. Then he'd... ask... for the address. *The tears start rolling then, but Sam doesn't even notice.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 23 2015, 11:51 PM Post #588 |
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*Gene just about manages to keep quiet, though Sam might notice how his breathing is starting to deepen and huff out of him with mounting tension. He should have broken their arms when he still could. When he could still fake a struggle. When nobody would have suspected. What they did to Sam was unforgiveable. He's going to send them to hell for it. Gritting his teeth, Gene grunts again,allowing Sam to continue. It hurts to see him cry like this... But it looks like he needs to get it out... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 24 2015, 04:30 PM Post #589 |
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*Sam soldiers on - nearly there, it's nearly done... * ..... I... At one point I go gave in. I couldn't... *Sam shakes his head helplessly.* It was... Too much. *He opens his eyes again, finally, staring ahead.* I don't... Remember much else... Just That my b-back, it... It was burning... *Sam trails off, shaking his head again. The next words are almost inaudible as he says them.* ... I thought.... That's it. I thought I was gonna die. |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 25 2015, 12:24 AM Post #590 |
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*.... Gene exhales slowly, closing his eyes and shaking his head. How dare they do this to him. How DARE they. It sounds like the most hellish experience... He can't even imagine. Throat slightly raw-sounding, Gene speaks up at last.* Well, you were wrong. I found you. You're alive, and you're stayin' that way. As long as I'm 'ere, you're not going anywhere. Alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 25 2015, 09:45 PM Post #591 |
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*For the first time during their conversation, Sam looks up and over at Gene, causing more tears to roll down his cheeks. His reaction is... more than Sam expected. A lot more emotional. A lot more reassuring. I found you. Sam lowers his head again, not knowing what to say. He's run out of words, and talking about the entire ordeal has brought it all back again. At the same time, however, it's been cathartic as well. The knowledge that now, he and Trent aren't the only ones who know what exactly happened... it means a lot. It's difficult to remain calm now, to regain his composure. He stares at his now-lukewarm tea. Finally, and with some delay, Sam gives a little nod. Then, overwhelmed with emotions, he squeezes his eyes shut.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 27 2015, 12:37 AM Post #592 |
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*it's easy to see how overwhelmed Sam feels, and no wonder. What he went through was horrendous. And all Gene can do is this. Hold him and try to make him believe that he's safe now. That he's taking care of it. With a silent sigh, Gene squeezes Sam's shoulder reassuringly. He doesn't need to say any more. He sits for a moment in silence, just letting the moment happen. They both need some time to process this. But finally, when Gene feels the time is right, he gently turns his grip on Sam into a gentle pat.* You know that old saying... This too shall pass. You'll be back to crying about burger grease and trying to get the team to moo like cattle or whatever you did before you know it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 27 2015, 11:48 PM Post #593 |
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*Sam gives a small huff at Gene's words and opens his eyes again, blearily staring down at his lap. He feels both deeply tired and strangely awake, now that he's managed to recount most of what happened. And he feels so grateful. Grateful that Gene actually listened. That he debunked Sam's fear that he'd think of Sam as weak, for having been captured. For having given up in the end. And, most of all, Sam is grateful for Gene showing that he cares. Sam is very aware of the fact that they're still having physical contact, that Gene's hand has been on his shoulder constantly. Still... His voice rough now, Sam mutters* I wish I could believe you. *Because he still feels broken. No matter how much understanding Gene has for him... Sam feels like he's been cracked open, and something essential has been taken out of him. That isn't something that can be fixed by just a heart-to-heart.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 28 2015, 10:01 PM Post #594 |
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*Gene knew that Sam wasn't going to believe him. And it isn't surprising, really. It's going to take time. A lot of time. But at least Sam's not screaming any more... And though he still seems defeated and flat, at least he seems to have recovered just a little. It's a small victory.* It'll happen. 'Cos I'm always right. *looks down at Sam with a confident smirk* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 28 2015, 11:41 PM Post #595 |
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*Sam can't help but shake his head at this, but he does glance up at Gene, and the smirk he sees on Gene's face makes his own features relax a little.* No you're not. *And there it is, for the fraction of a second - a tiny smile. Sam lowers his gaze again, at the mug of tea. It's only now that he becomes properly aware of it - the tea must have cooled down considerably by now, but Sam finds himself craving it all of a sudden nonetheless. Somewhat shakily, he finally raises the mug to his lips and takes a few careful sips.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 30 2015, 12:16 AM Post #596 |
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*a smile! A smile!! Unable to properly hide his plain amusement and happiness at Sam's reaction, Gene looks away and replies.* Am. And you just proved it. *takes a casual sip of his own tea* Knew I could get you to cheer up. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 30 2015, 04:58 PM Post #597 |
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*Sam gives a little huff at this, balancing the mug in his lap and raising his good hand to scrub at his eyes, the odd tear still dripping down. It'll take a while for him to regain his composure, and he's a bit embarrassed that Gene sat through his entire breakdown... But then again, Gene did sit through it. And he's still there, still talking to Sam like normal. He can't quite believe it, but that knowledge really is doing a lot to calm Sam down. Sam lowers his hand again and looks up at Gene properly, taking in what he can see of Gene's amused expression. It warms his heart, and that is something he needs more than anything else right now.* Thank you. *And he means it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 1 2015, 12:45 AM Post #598 |
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*similarly warmed, Gene merely nods back in response. There's nothing to say. However much he teases and antagonises, the most important thing is always that Sam is okay. And for now, he's about as okay as he'll get. After a brief moment, Gene takes a deep breath, breaking the moment. They really should start thinking about getting Sam back into bed properly... * Right. You done with that? Probably as cold as Rathbone's heart by now. *nods at the tea* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 2 2015, 11:36 PM Post #599 |
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*Sam blinks, then looks down at his mug. Despite just having had a sip of the tea, he hadn't actually been aware of the fact that it's indeed gone completely cold.* Oh...yeah. Sorry. *Sam grips the mug properly again, raising it up so that Gene can take it off him. His hand is trembling slightly - the aftermath of the nightmare and his talking about what happened. It's not entirely numb, but about half-way there... If only it were that easy to recover - one heartfelt conversation, and that's it. But no, Sam knows it won't be that easy... He'll be struggling with PTSD for a while still. However... Knowing that Gene genuinely cares and wants him to be okay... That he's taking care of Sam because he really wants to... That does mean a lot. It's something Sam can remind himself of when things get bad.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 3 2015, 11:56 PM Post #600 |
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*before Sam can drop it, Gene takes the mug and places it with his own on the side. Sam still seems... Not quite right. But there's nothing else he can do right now. The thing Sam needs is sleep. And company. Luckily, with the two of them in the same house, there's plenty of that to go around. And even though he should, Gene doesn't really want to leave Sam alone right now. Not when he still seems to be teetering on the edge.* I'd better settle in, then. If I'm gonna be woken up by wailing again I'd rather be within slapping distance than across the other end of the house! |
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