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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 (5,373 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 | Dec 4 2015, 11:32 PM Post #601 |
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*Sam is already moving slowly to lie down properly again when Gene's words make him freeze. For all his exhaustion and the shock after the nightmares, Gene's proposition has just pretty much blown his mind. His reaction is entirely unguarded. He looks up, his eyes wide.* .... Wh-what? |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 5 2015, 10:12 PM Post #602 |
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*shrugs, not keen to show Sam just how protective he's feeling* As long as you don't mind havin' this "sneezing, burping, farting baby" in the room tonight. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 5 2015, 10:24 PM Post #603 |
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.... *If only Gene knew. Sharing a bed with him... Sam never thought it was going to happen. Never. And now Gene is the one who's offering. This fact alone is enough to take Sam's mind off his hurts and fears for the time being. With how pale his skin is, the blush that's rising to his cheeks is very well visible, and Sam looks down quickly, stuttering* I... N-no, I don't... I don't m-mind. *If only Gene knew how little Sam really minds. How much he /wants/ it.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Dec 6 2015, 06:00 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 6 2015, 10:18 PM Post #604 |
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*Gene notices the blush in Sam's cheeks, but it's too late now. He's offered. If Sam's embarrassed he's not saying so - not declining... So there's nothing for it. Gene shifts himself back onto his feet, bending down to arrange the blankets so that Sam'll be covered while he can sleep on top of the covers. * Okay, that's sorted then. And I'm not sleepin' on the floor, so you can shove up and all. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 6 2015, 10:26 PM Post #605 |
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.... Right. *Good god. Sam is slowly sliding down, grateful that Gene went so far as to rearrange the blanket - he had pretty much kicked it off, earlier. However, he also realises that Gene is intending to sleep on top of the blanket instead of underneath it. And he can't have that - not when Gene is already going out of his way to accommodate Sam... And so, gathering together all the courage he has left (and at the same time boldly venturing into uncharted territory, taking a risk even) Sam mutters* ....... You don't have to sleep on top. I don't mind sharing. *God, his heart is beating so hard as he chances a glances at Gene, needing to see how he'll react... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 7 2015, 01:07 AM Post #606 |
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*just about to flop on top of the covers, Gene pauses. Did Sam really just say--? That was an offer. An offer to share a bed. Properly. Under the covers. It's as though his brain is malfunctioning, trying to process this request. He shouldn't. God, he really shouldn't. But then if that's so, why is everything in his being screaming at him to do it - get into bed? But he can't, can he! Blokes just... Don't do that!! His carefully guarded expression betrays just a hint of his internal conflict as he formulates several responses and then lets one fall from his lips.* Uh... Naah, yer alright. *shit. Why out of all the responses was it that one that escaped.* .... S'not the north pole. Don't need to huddle for warmth just yet! |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 7 2015, 06:31 PM Post #607 |
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*Sam is staring at Gene like a deer trapped in the headlights. He wishes he knew what Gene was thinking - whether he's trying to decide whether to punch Sam, throw him out of the house for what he's implied, or..... Or........... But then, that answer. Sam's stomach drops. It's not the worst outcome, not by far, but still - any such foray is a massive risk, and a rejection isn't something anyone would hope for. Sam swallows, nodding. He knows the silence has stretched on for a while now, so he forces himself to say* Alright, suit yourself. *God, he hopes he hasn't given too much away... But Gene still sounds friendly enough, despite his guarded expression. There's a hint of /something/ there, but he cant decipher it. And anyway, this is just about the most neutral 'no' he could've hoped for... So, without a further word, Sam settles down properly, wincing as he feels the stitches on his back pull. After talking so much, he feels drained.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 10 2015, 10:58 PM Post #608 |
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*Sam sounds disappointed... And deep down, Gene himself is disappointed too. But he just can't. How can he sleep under the same covers as another man? He just... Can't. Years and years of absorbing negative attitudes... He just can't, no matter how much he finds himself wanting to. He watches as Sam adjusts himself, easing himself down properly and wincing with the motion. There's nothing he can do though... He's done all he can. Hopefully in the morning Sam'll feel a little better... Gene flicks off the lights and perches on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs up and lying down on top of the covers while disturbing the mattress as little as possible. It's a little awkward, lying like this on his back with Sam so close... So close but so far away... He half-whispers,* If you need anything else, now's the time to say it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 10 2015, 11:20 PM Post #609 |
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*Sam tenses slightly when Gene switches off the light - he's come to feel uncomfortable in the dark, to say the least. However, he remains silent, anticipating the dip of the mattress as Gene settles down. He's moving to carefully as well... And then, finally, Sam can feel Gene's presence at his back. They're nearly close enough to touch... But Sam doesn't turn around. He couldn't, even if he wanted to. ... Oh, who is he kidding. Of course he wants to turn around. To carefully reach out and take Gene's hand, intertwine their fingers. Nuzzles his nose into Gene's neck. Gene's voice startles him slightly. Is there anything he wants...god, he wants so much. Sam hesitates for a second, before saying* ... M'fine. Thank you. *He's still nervous about the dark... But on the other hand, Gene is here now. Gene's watching over him. Again, Sam hesitates, has to pull himself together before quietly adding* ... Good night. |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 11 2015, 09:48 PM Post #610 |
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*Gene stares up at the ceiling in the dark, listening to Sam's quiet responses. He's aware that the dark probably isn't Sam's favourite thing at the moment - but with the little amount of sleep he's been getting, Gene'll try anything to get him well rested.* Night. Don't let the bedbugs bite. *Shuffles a little, sinking into the blanket as much as he can. He'll stay here all night... Make sure that Sam doesn't have more nightmares. Even if it is a bit chilly out in the open.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 11 2015, 10:04 PM Post #611 |
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*Sam exhales audibly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. Gene sounds... comfortable. It's that knowledge that helps Sam drift off again, although it does take a while. This situation simply is too new, too different for him. Plus, there's still some left-over adrenaline from the earlier nightmares there... and the fear of them returning. In the end though, his exhaustion wins over, and Sam falls asleep. At first, he sleeps quietly and peacefully, but a few hours later, the nightmares do catch up with him again. Sam's breath hitches, a quiet moan escaping him as his good hand starts to fist into the sheets again. It's thanks to Gene's presence that Sam isn't reacting to it in a worse way than this, but if it carries on for longer, it might well overwhelm Sam again...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 17 2015, 11:44 PM Post #612 |
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*Gene isn't able to sleep after Sam's earlier nightmare - there's a sense of protectiveness there now. He has to stay awake, watch over Sam and keep him from dreaming again. And there's also the proximity. Sam is right there. So close. The thought is enough to make Gene's stomach flutter. He's spent so much time trying to squash his feelings down since Sam's abduction, but here he is. Laying beside Sam, in this double bed. Shows how well he's doing with that, doesn't it. His feelings are running all over him. When Sam begins to twitch and moan, Gene's fears are confirmed. The upset isn't over for tonight just yet... Gene turns his head to peer at Sam through the gloom, whispering groggily* 'Ey... Tyler... You dreaming again or having a fiddle? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 18 2015, 12:57 PM Post #613 |
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*Sam mutters something - too low to be understood - then curls up further, pressing his head into his pillow. Another moan, low and fearful, his bad arm twitching. Gene's whisper hasn't reigstered, not really.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 20 2015, 12:17 AM Post #614 |
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*breathes as he realises that Sam's stuck in a dream again* ... Shit. *hoping he'll be able to soothe Sam back into a calm sleep without waking him, Gene rolls onto his side properly and props himself up. With one hand he reaches out and gives Sam's shoulder a small squeeze* *in a hushed voice* 'Ey. You're dreaming. Settle down, alright? Nothin' bad here but me. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 20 2015, 09:33 PM Post #615 |
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*Sam groans again, in protest this time it seems. However, Gene's voice definitely reaches his subconscious, and Sam shifts before murmuring* .... Gene...? *He's not woken up properly, and if Gene continues being as good as he's been, Sam will probably sleep back into a more peaceful sleep again, but right now, he's teetering...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 22 2015, 12:18 AM Post #616 |
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*Oh phew... It looks like it's working...!* Yeah, y'daft sod. S'me. Look. *and with that, Gene does something without thinking. He pulls the cover from under himself, slipping under the blanket. It's a partial response to it being chilly on top, partially because his gut is telling him to. It's telling him that it'll calm Sam down, stop them both from getting in a stress... Gene only really notices what he's done after he's done it. And by then he's too desperate to stop Sam waking up to be too angry at himself for giving in. Being careful not to engage in too much body contact, Gene squeezes Sam's shoulder.* Not going anywhere. *if Sam wakes up before Gene has a chance to get out of the bed and erase the evidence that this ever happened, he'll have to tell Sam he was cold. That's the best excuse... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 22 2015, 06:07 AM Post #617 |
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*Sam grunts in his half-sleep as Gene shifts and slips underneath the blanket. However, when Gene reaches out and squeezes his shoulder, Sam doesn't tense up or shy away - to the contrary, he leans into the touch, almost on his way to nuzzles up to Gene as far as possible. Gene was right - this really is helping. Sam gives a sigh and settles down again, his breathing becoming deep and calm after a few seconds.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 23 2015, 12:08 AM Post #618 |
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*Gene pauses as Sam shifts closer, his heart suddenly beating just that little bit faster. He'd wanted to keep some distance between them, but.... Ahh well... It seems it's helped, anyway. Sam's calmer, more relaxed looking. And that's how Gene wants him to stay. And since this is probably just a one-time thing? Gene'd better make the most of it. So, with a sleepy sigh, Gene closes his eyes and allows the warmth of Sam next to him to lull him to sleep.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 24 2015, 12:12 PM Post #619 |
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*The rest of the night passes event lesson. Sam stays asleep and barely moves, staying nestled to Gene as close as his injuries and Gene's inhibitions allow. The proximity does wonders - Sam sleeps properly for the first time since he was released from hospital. It's well into the morning on this Saturday that Sam finally stirs, taking a deeper breath than before and slowly waking up. He feels... At peace.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 24 2015, 11:31 PM Post #620 |
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*Gene too sleeps through the night, Sam's presence keeping him relaxed and deep in his own dreams. So deep in fact that it's far, far past the time he'd planned to get up and scarper downstairs when he finally does start to wake. And with the complete relaxation, the worry of Sam finding him under the covers has melted away, the panic not having quite caught up with him yet. All Gene knows in his state of half-sleep is that there's a warm body beside him and he feels fantastic.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 25 2015, 11:45 PM Post #621 |
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*Sam isn't quite awake yet either. However, he becomes increasingly aware of warm pressure on his shoulder - Gene's hand is still there. For once, Sam doesn't take that as a bad sign, a sign of someone about to forcefully push him someplace. No, this time it's a sign of comfort - and also a sign that he's still dreaming. He knows that this is Gene's hand (he's been grabbed there by Gene often enough to know his touch), so this body behind him and the hand there are clearly a dream. What a lovely dream. And since it's a dream, Sam allows himself to reach up with his good hand and place it on top of Gene's, sliding down slightly until their fingers intertwine. If he could, he would turn around and nuzzle up properly, but he is aware of the fact that hiskback is still badly damaged. This is the most he can do. Still, it's a lovely dream. Sam gives a happy little sigh, shifting a little closer to Gene.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 26 2015, 01:30 AM Post #622 |
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*As Gene's senses slowly return to him, he realises that there's something hanging onto his hand... And something close to him, shuffled closer to his front. Deep down he knows it's Sam.... But his brain seems to want to block of that fact out. Force him back into the comfortable world of denial and pull him back out of this dangerous new set of feelings he seems to have ended up with. .... But he doesn't want to move. Sadly though, it's going to be time for Sam to take his meds again very soon. He'd best try to at least get Sam capable of doing so - he doesn't want a repeat of last time! Awkwardly, Gene coughs lightly and tries to gently disengage their hands.* Err... Sam? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 26 2015, 09:23 AM Post #623 |
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*Gene's voice drifts at Sam, and it sounds so unreal that Sam assumes it's part of the dream. So he just gives a content little grunt.* Mmh? |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 29 2015, 01:09 AM Post #624 |
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*Gene swallows. This is uncomfortable... He doesn't want to draw attention to what Sam's doing - his DI would probably freak out at the realisation... But then... Gene SHOULD be freaking out, but he isn't. And that's the most confusing thing about all this. Still. Better try not to make a big thing of it. He doesn't want Sam to think he's about to be beaten up again!* Uhhhh...! *shakes his hand a little, Sam's fingers still latched onto it* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 29 2015, 09:51 PM Post #625 |
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Mmmmmhhhhh. *Sam shifts a little, waking up a bit further, and now he does pull his hand away, in order to rub at his eyes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2015, 11:41 PM Post #626 |
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*seeing his opportunity, Gene quickly removes his hand from Sam's and starts to push himself out of bed - if he's subtle about it maybe Sam won't notice... * Morning, Cinderella. Sleep alright this time? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2015, 11:43 PM Post #627 |
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*Sam feels the movement, the mattress rocking as Gene moves, and slowly his mind becomes clearer. He tries to turn around and see what's going on, but his back quickly reminds him that twisting about is a bad idea. Sam winces and stills, but Gene's question did register, and he tries to answer.* Y-yeah...far as I can tell... |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2015, 11:58 PM Post #628 |
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*The surge of pride in having helped Sam have a peaceful rest of the night is far bigger than Gene would have expected. And the pleased look on his face doesn't hide it.* Good! So you haven't wet the bed or anything then! |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 31 2015, 12:04 AM Post #629 |
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*Sam can't help but blush with slight indignant at that, even knowing full well that Gene is joking.* Of course I didn't...! *God how he wishes he could turn around and see Gene... But it's no use, the painkillers have well and truly stopped working, so Sam can't afford to move a single dodgy muscle. He casts an eye on the bedside table and thank God there's a glass of water and some packages... With a grunt, Sam tries to heave himself up far enough to grab the glass, but it doesn't work. He flops back down, a sound of pain escaping him before he can stop himself. Over a week has passed, and he still feels his injuries like that.... It's so frustrating...!! * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 2 2016, 12:11 AM Post #630 |
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*unsure whether he's glad or disappointed at Sam's apparent obliviousness of his position overnight, Gene snorts.* Can't blame me for asking! *and, not wanting to make a big thing of Sam's struggle, Gene walks round to the bedside table and pops out a couple of pills, holding them and the glass out for Sam to take* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 2 2016, 12:15 AM Post #631 |
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*Sam is too sleepy and the pain becoming too overwhelming for him to show anything other than gratitude as he takes first the pills, then the glass off Gene, downing the painkillers as quickly as possible. Then,he lies back again with a sigh - and that is when he realises that the mattress is fairly warm right next to him... Huh... He can't make much of it at the moment though... Because he knows that Gene wouldn't have gone all the way underneath the blanket... ... Then again, there /was/ that dream just as he was about to wake up... Holding hands with Gene... Sam blinks several times, colour rising to his cheeks. To distract Gene from it, he asks* Erm. No work today...? *he's completely lost track of the days... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 2 2016, 12:40 AM Post #632 |
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*Gene watches Sam take the pills and lifts the glass from him before he can drop it.* Not unless some bloody bugger picks Saturday for a fun weekend homicide. Now. Breakfast. *eager to get downstairs and to give himself some thinking space, Gene turns and starts for the stairs calling as he goes* Bacon and eggs, no protesting! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 2 2016, 12:42 AM Post #633 |
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*Before he can say anything, Gene is already pretty much out of the room, calling back. Sam blinks, but then he can't help but smile, even though (or maybe because) Gene can't see it* Aye-aye Guv...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 3 2016, 12:54 AM Post #634 |
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*the nickname out of work makes Gene smile too, though he abruptly stops as soon as he's at the kitchen. What the hell is he doing?? But it's strange... Even that feeling of profound wrongness isn't enough to stop the smile from creeping back onto Gene's face like a lovestruck teenager. Jesus Christ. He can't stop this. It's unavoidable. However much he tries it's just not enough. His father's voice, his colleagues', nobody voice however strong or influential can stop this feeling. They question is, what the bloody hell does he do about it?? But that's something he still has time for. Right now he needs to get Sam better. Get him back to work, back to his normal self. Then and only then can he let himself think about this. So. Bacon and eggs. That's what he'll concentrate on for now.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 3 2016, 01:08 AM Post #635 |
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*Sam, trauma or not, is going great through a similar dilemma - and yet, such a different one as well. Because there is no way that he would kiss the change in Gene's behaviour, even with everything else he has to deal with. The nightmares persist, but as Gene takes to sleeping in the same room they start to wake Sam up less and less. The stitches come out a few days later, and when Sam asks Gene to help him with the bandages, the latter obliges. Slowly, ever so slowly, Sam can feel himself slotting back into what feels like his normal self. He becomes less jumpy, less timid, although he still prefers to sit where he can see the doors, and whisky makes him retch. Most of all, though, Sam becomes more determined to shake this off. And that is mostly due to the fact that he begins to suspect that he might, against all odds, have a chance with Gene. It's little things, mostly. Gene being more soft with him. Gene touching him in a way that isn't just careful and mindful of Sam's lingering injuries. Gene slipping under the blanket along with Sam when he thinks Sam is asleep. When Sam is ready to live in his own flat again after several weeks, he leaves Gene's house with both a sense of regret and hope. Regret because he's become used to Gene's constant presence, their dinners together. Hope, because he thinks that Gene regrets his leaving as well. Of course, he could be wrong about all of this. But what if he isn't? It's been almost a month now since Sam's abduction. His injuries have healed up; the only thing giving him grief now is his left hand, still not as nimble as it used to be. But Sam is hopeful, as ever. He's grown more confident of himself, and confident of Gene's feelings for him. He can't be wrong about this. Not with how Gene has been acting. The looks. The things he's said. All those things that have gone unsaid. Sam is on his way to Gene's home, as he has been so often lately. Tonight, he's decided, is the night. He can't go on any longer without knowing. Without TRYING. Gene has invited him for dinner (under the condition that Sam cook most of it), and Sam happily took that invitation. Tonight is the night he is going to come out to Gene. And, knowing himself, Sam knows he has to do this before the evening starts properly or he'll give everything away. So now, after Gene has shown him in, Sam follows him into the kitchen and stops in the doorway, having fallen silent. His heart is beating hard in his chest, his palms are sweaty, and swallowing is difficult. God, he can't be wrong about this. He can't.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 3 2016, 05:05 PM Post #636 |
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*Gene chatters away about the football scores as he leads Sam into the kitchen, ranting about referees and unfair red cards and how a City player kicking another in the face wasn't a big deal. He's looking forward to food after that particular defeat - and luckily he's tricked Sam into doing most of the work. At the counter he turns, looking back at Sam in the doorway. Why isn't he moving?* Oi, you coming or what? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 3 2016, 05:14 PM Post #637 |
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*Sam stares back at Gene - he's been letting him talk about the football, not really listening - not knowing how to start. He's gone through this kind of situation in his head a thousand times, but now... It's all gone. He has no idea what to do. Sam looks down, raising his left palm slightly to look at it - the scar is well visible, forever reminding him of what happened. Sam curls that hand into a loose fit and lowers it again, looking back up at Gene.* I, erm... *takes a deep breath and continues, slowly and haltingly* ... There's something I... Need to tell you. *He can't be wrong about this........ * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 3 2016, 05:17 PM Post #638 |
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*uh oh... What's this... Gene raises an eyebrow and leans against the countertop, bracing himself* Uh oh, what've you done? Don't tell me you've knocked up Cartwright! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 3 2016, 05:20 PM Post #639 |
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*Sam can feel his ears heat up. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head - if only Gene knew just how off the mark he is... ...he can't be that oblivious, can he....?* It's about... *He has to force himself to continue breathing, his chest feeling so tight that it's becoming difficult.* ...it's about me. And you. *Sam pauses again, closing his eyes for a moment, gathering himself.* Look, I... I'll be talking for a little bit now, and you have to promise not to interrupt, and not to punch me. Please? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2016, 12:16 AM Post #640 |
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*an ominous feeling in his heart, Gene raises his hands as if to show he's unarmed and not intending to punch anyone. He's nervous now, even if he doesn't show it. Sam's taking this very seriously, whatever it is...* Okay, go on - spit it out. Don't keep me in suspense! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2016, 02:36 PM Post #641 |
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... Right. *Sam lowers his gaze, falling silent for a few seconds. He needs to he clear and concise. Honest. Make Gene understand how serious this is for Sam... That he can't keep it a secret any longer. Slowy, his gaze still trained on the kitchen tiles, Sam begins to speak. I... I want you to know that I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think that I had... A chance of success. That you'd hear me out and say yes. Maybe. *Sam takes a deep, shaky breath.* The way you've been caring for me these last few weeks, it's been... Well, I didn't expect it. I don't know what I would've done without you. I'm... I'm deeply grateful for what you've done for me. You've been... Amazing, frankly. And this is why... *Here, Sam finally looks up and at Gene. His heart is beating painfully hard.* ... This is why I'm going to come out and say it. It's something I've been feeling for a long time now - probably since I first arrived - and I can't keep it a secret any longer. You were probably taught that it's an abomination, and I... Dearly... Hope you at least won't think any less of me for saying and feeling it, but here I am. I-I love you, Gene. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 6 2016, 12:26 AM Post #642 |
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*Gene listens, eyes intense and heart beating hard in his throat. This.. It sounds...! It sounds like what he's been feeling...! But--! Panic starts to bubble up inside him. No, no, this can't be happening. He'd been compressing this! And successfully! He'd managed to squash this down inside of him, and now here's Sam dragging it all out again. Confessing the very thing that Gene feels the urge to but just CAN'T. It almost doesn't compute. His mind puts up a barrier, forcing his thoughts to come to a stop. Frozen to the spot, all Gene can utter is,* You... What...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 6 2016, 07:04 AM Post #643 |
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*By now, Sam is unable to take his eyes off Gene. That intense stare... he can't make out whether it's the good or the bad kind. But something about Gene's tone of voice as he forces out those two words makes Sam's stomach lurch. His good hand curls into a fist before relaxing again, as Sam forces himself to stay calm. Even though he just said it, it's hard to make himself repeat the words with Gene being so entirely unreadable.* ... I love you. I-I can't imagine a life without you. *He wants to say more, but now that he's said what he needed to, Sam's mind has gone strangely blank, the words refusing to come to him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 8 2016, 12:06 AM Post #644 |
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*Gene never thought in a million years he'd be faced with this. And never in a billion that he'd want to say the same. His face goes pale, eyes wide. His emotions wage war, his head screaming at him to punch or run, his heart crying at him to say 'me too'. It's as though he's being put in a blender - years of conditioning and brainwashing and negativity and fear clashing with that longing and love... He can't deal with it. His father's voice rings in his ears, "poof! You're not a bloody poof are you!?" Finally he manages to choke out, * .... In... In a blokey way.... Mates.....yeah? That's - That's what you mean....! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 8 2016, 11:41 AM Post #645 |
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*Sam can feel colour draining from his face as well as Gene stutters, trying to turn this into something it isn't. He still has to go on, remain adamant - he can't back down now... But even as Sam opens his mouth, at the back of his mind, at the very edge of his hearing, white noise is beginning to fill in. Very faint, the way usually does when he's on the verge of a panic attack these days, and so far he's always managed to push it back. But now... now he's distracted. Cornered.* ... n-no. You know that isn't what I mean. *Sam forces himself to take a step forward, in an attempt to bridge the distance between them. He needs to make Gene understand... Because Sam wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't sure... Gene is only reacting this way because he was brought up thinking that a man loving another man was indecent, dangerous... Sam needs to make him see that it isn't....!* Gene, please... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2016, 02:34 PM Post #646 |
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*Gene keeps his eyes fixed on Sam as his DI moves forward. Words are echoing around Gene's head as he tries to make sense of everything. The pressure from his past, society... But then, the natural feelings that have started to present themselves... What the hell is he supposed to do?? Conflict plain on his face,* I... I can't! It's... It's not... Not me! *except it is, isn't it, Gene. It is you.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2016, 02:41 PM Post #647 |
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*Sam stops in his tracks at Gene's words. This... This isn't what someone would say as a plain rejection. And for once, Gene's face is easy to read - the conflict that's taking place. It gives Sam one last spark of hope. He forces his voice to be strong, not to falter. If he sounds secure, reassuring, it should help Gene as well... * I know... I know that it goes against everything society tells you. But it's not like that. It's not wrong. What you're feeling... It's not wrong. It's right. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2016, 02:47 PM Post #648 |
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*Gene shakes his head, the internal struggle scaring him. This should be an easy thing to deal with! Tell Sam to bugger off, tell him it's disgusting and never to show his face again. But he can't. He'd have to say those things to himself too. And he doesn't believe it, not really... But the words won't come out of his mouth.* How...how can it be!? Jesus...!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2016, 02:50 PM Post #649 |
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*He still hasn't denied it... Good...! Driven by desperate hope, Sam moves again, stepping forward until he's close enough to reach out...* It is. Something like that it.. It can't be wrong. And you know it, I can see it - deep down, you know it... *And Sam extends his hand, attempting to take Gene's hand...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2016, 02:55 PM Post #650 |
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*Sam's hand touching his causes a snap in Gene. A defensive instinct. This is dangerous, he can't let himself--! Before he knows it, he's got his hands on Sam's lapels and Sam himself pressed up against the kitchen counter.* Stop it!! You don't know what you're talking about!! This is some kind of post traumatic concussion or something!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2016, 03:05 PM Post #651 |
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*One moment, Sam is stood there, brushing Gene's hand with his finger - The next, the kitchen counter is pressing into the small of his back, and Gene is holding him up by his lapels. Sam's eyes widen, and the white noise in his head intensifies. Momentarily speechless, Sam can only shakes his head, reaching up reflexively to grab onto Gene's wrist, trying to relieve the pressure building up against his throat. Shit, what can he do... What can he do to make Gene see....!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2016, 11:50 PM Post #652 |
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*Gene grits his teeth as Sam merely shakes his head and grabs at his wrist. Does he have nothing else to say? He can't just drop this bombshell and then say nothing!!* What! Changed your mind now? Suddenly got nothing to say?! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2016, 12:02 AM Post #653 |
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*A small jolt runs through Sam at Gene's words - this is too reminiscent of the interrogation Trent had subjected him to. No, no no no, he can't allow memories of that now, not NOW of all times... Sam shakes his head again, opens his mouth, stutters* N-no -- I -- *His heart is thudding against his chest so hard, it's actually making it even harder for Sam to speak. His eyes are wide, darting from Gene's eyes down to his mouth. The white noise is intensifying still, beginning to drown out any coherent thought -- He needs to show Gene how serious he is, but he can't speak-- Gene needs to understand--!! Sam surges forward, grabbing Gene's shirt lapels to pull him in closer, and kisses him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 12 2016, 10:43 PM Post #654 |
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*the shock paralyses Gene. Sam's lips, on his, his head spinning, heart beating...! Sam's kissing him. Gene's brain shuts off. His body, too. It moves on autopilot, and after a few moments something snaps. He wakes up. His hands are on Sam's arms holding him close, his head leaned forward... SHIT--!! Fear gripping him, Gene shoves Sam away aggressively, panting and shaking with guilt and panic.* JESUS!! You... You BASTARD!! Filthy, bloody--! Get out! NOW! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2016, 10:51 PM Post #655 |
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*Unlike Gene, Sam doesn't shut down. He's hyperaware of every second that passes; of how, after the initial shock, Gene seems to be responding - his hands gripping Sam's arms, holding on, leaning towards Sam, kissing back. Hope surges through Sam-- And then that shove. The shouting. Sam stumbles backwards, barely catches himself against the opposite wall. His eyes are wide as he stares at Gene, who is angry - no, absolutely furious. Oh God. The words hit home, each and every one of them, so much so that Sam visibly winces. But he can still feel Gene's lips on his as well, and Gene was kissing back, he's SURE of it... Staring like a rabbit cornered by a snake, Sam barely manages to stutter* ... G-Gene... *please, don't do this... Don't do this to me...! * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2016, 08:46 PM Post #656 |
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*Gene himself feels far removed from the rage that controls his body - it's as though everything negative that he's ever seen, heard or absorbed has taken over, becoming a beast of their own. Locked at the back of his own mind, Gene can't do anything as the red mist descends and he jabs his finger towards the door.* OUT! NOW! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2016, 08:59 PM Post #657 |
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!! *Sam jerks back at Gene's bellow, his head hitting the wall behind him with a low thunk. This is too much for him, Gene's unbridled rage directed at him is driving any feeling of hope out of him, leaving nothing but fear. There's a beat of silence, of shock, with Sam pressed against Gene's kitchen wall, white as a sheet. Then, as though a switch has been flipped, Sam starts to move, his movements jerky, his limbs trembling visibly. He makes it to the door, out of the kitchen, fumbles open the front door, breaks into a run. Get away, get away, get away. From that rage, that promise of violence and pain.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 12 2016, 11:30 PM Post #658 |
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*Gene watches Sam leave with wide eyes and a heaving chest. Sam kisses him. And he kissed back. And now.... Shit... He drops back against the counter, numb. Things were going so well before. Before this. He and Sam had an unspoken bond. And now that bond has been pushed over the edge. Whether there's more to it than that, Gene doesn't want to lose Sam from his life... But that's probably what he's just done. Alcohol, that's what he needs. And quick. Anything to make this terrible, awful feeling go away. ---- After a good few drinks and a long session steadying his nerves, Gene comes to a conclusion. He can't let this go. He can't let this be the end of him and his DI. He has no clue what he's going to say when he finds Sam, but he knows he has to try. So, head and heart in a spin he makes his way out of his house and towards the only place he thinks Sam might run to - his flat.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 12 2016, 11:40 PM Post #659 |
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*Sam does indeed make his way back to his flat - blindly, stumbling as he runs, his heart hammering away in his chest. He has no idea how he makes it to his door, how he even manages to unlock, he just tried to get it over with as soon as possible. He needs to hide, hide away, because he can still see Gene, nothing but rage in his expression, and Sam blinks, and it's Trent he sees. Gene, Trent, Trent, Trent-- Sam pushes the door shut, although he doesn't realise that it doesn't shut completely. A low whimper escapes his throat as he staggers through his flat, into the furthest corner he can find, where he collapses. Darkness is closing in on him, blotting over any coherent thought. What just happened and memories from the worst night of his life are starting to mold together, leaving Sam trembling, pressed against the wall, gasping for breath. His lungs are burning, his back is burning, his vision wobbly and blurry. Please don't let them find me. They can't come back. Please. Please. Please.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 13 2016, 08:25 PM Post #660 |
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*Gene's nervous as he eventually makes it to Sam's building. He overreacted - but that was always going to happen. He doesn't really feel what he said. He's never really had a problem with it before - Warren's gay and to be honest, it's never really worried him. What Warren does for his business has always concerned Gene more than what he does in his spare time. And Sam isn't Warren. He's Sam. Gladys. His Deputy Dog. Maybe Gene can see himself accepting this part of Sam too. The part of Gene himself that feels the same way? This going to be harder to manage. But he has to keep Sam in his life. The thought of losing him hurts, and the fact that this is his fault hurts even more. As Gene reaches Sam's door he stops. It's open.... Fear suddenly gripping him (what if somethings happened to Sam??) Gene barges in with a shout.* Sam!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 13 2016, 08:38 PM Post #661 |
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*Sam doesn't know how long he spends curled up against the wall, trying to calm his breathing, to calm himself, but he's getting nowhere - replaying the scene at Gene's house over and over (I lost him, he hates me, he's going to kill me), and sinking into a swirl of flashbacks, until he's shaking and nearly hyperventilating. He doesn't hear the footsteps. He does, however, hear the door banging open and the shout. It's too much, too similar. Sam flinches violently, and something in his brain snaps. From one moment to the next, his body goes limp, slumping against the wall. Sam's eyes are open but unfocused and empty. Sam's mind is in a strange limbo. He's back in that shed, Trent has just thrown the door open, Sam can feel blood on his wrists, there's pain, he needs to escape-- And at the same time, he's watching himself, from above, knowing that none of this is real, but unable to stop it, unable to pull himself out. None of this translates into Sam's body.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 13 2016, 08:46 PM Post #662 |
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*Gene's eyes scan the room wildly, but a second later he spots Sam at the bottom of a wall. Shit. Is he hurt?? Or is this what Gene's loss of temper has done to him?? With a few quick steps he's over there, hands on Sam's arms and trying to get a look at his face - he needs to see what's going on with him.* Sam, it's me... Look... You took me by surprise, alright? You gonna look at me? |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 13 2016, 08:50 PM Post #663 |
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*There is no reaction to Gene's words or his touch whatsoever. Not even Sam's eyes move, simply staring ahead from where his head is leaning against the wall.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 13 2016, 11:45 PM Post #664 |
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*Oh god... Maybe it's finally happened... Maybe Sam's finally snapped... Shit, what's going on?? Worried suddenly, Gene lets his hands slip from Sam's arms.* Sam, what're you.... What're you doing....? Edited by Gene Hunt, Feb 13 2016, 11:49 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 13 2016, 11:52 PM Post #665 |
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*Again, nothing. No twitch, no gasp. Sam remains where he is, staring ahead with empty eyes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 14 2016, 12:11 AM Post #666 |
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*Oh Jesus Christ!! It's as though he's just shut down completely! Eyes blank, face slack and pale... How does he fix this??* Oh Jesus... Can you hear me? Sam?? *grabs one side of Sam's face, tilting his head up so he can see into his eyes properly* Edited by Gene Hunt, Feb 14 2016, 12:12 AM.
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 14 2016, 12:15 AM Post #667 |
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*Sam offers no resistance as Gene tilts his head up - he's like a doll, completely passive and pliant to Gene's touch. His eyes hardly move, seeming to stare straight through Gene. It's obvious that Sam can't see him at all.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 14 2016, 01:52 AM Post #668 |
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*beginning to panic slightly now, Gene takes Sam's face in his hands properly. What's he supposed to DO?? Call an ambulance? But if he caused this then what's some ambulance driver going to do?? Scared, Gene pleas* Sam! Sam, please! |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 14 2016, 01:57 AM Post #669 |
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*Still nothing, not even a hint of recognition in Sam's eyes. He's too far away, caught up in the flashback. His skin is cold and clammy to the touch, and Gene might even feel the race of Sam's pulse under his fingers - the only indication that deep inside the shell of this catatonic state, Sam is in utter distress.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 14 2016, 01:23 PM Post #670 |
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*nothing. Still nothing. Shit!!* Sam, you snap out of this right now! Right NOW! *gives Sam's face a small gentle shake* Sam, I... I didn't mean it! You just.. Sprung it on me... I couldn't... I can't... *drops his own head down in exasperation and despair* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 14 2016, 01:31 PM Post #671 |
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*Nothing. Sam doesn't react at all, doesn't try to pull away from Gene, doesn't resist the shake. Doesn't respond to Gene's stuttering. His mind is still firmly rooted in his memories, reliving the whipping in every excruciating detail.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 14 2016, 01:35 PM Post #672 |
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*Gene looks up again, hoping for change - but there is none. Running out of options fast, Gene does the next thing that comes to mind - gets to his feet and rushes into the kitchen, filling a glass with water. Then quickly, he rushes back to Sam. .... This could work... Or it could make the inevitable ambulance encounter all the more awkward... Holding his breath, Gene splashes the water into Sam's face. Hopefully the temperature shock will snap him out of this.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 14 2016, 01:39 PM Post #673 |
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*Sam doesn't even flinch as the water hits his face - there's just a twitch of his eyelids, a completely unconscious reaction. Other than that, nothing. The water soaking his shirt now fits too well into what's going on in his mind to pull him out of his catatonic state.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 14 2016, 01:44 PM Post #674 |
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*Dammit... Nothing... The only thing left to do is call an ambulance... But if Sam's snapped, where's he going to end up? What if he stays like this? What are they gonna do with him? He can't let Sam end up somewhere terrible... Out of options, Gene's shoulders slump. He finds himself leaning forward, his arms snaking around Sam's back and pressing the damp body against his own. If he's going to have to take Sam somewhere, he can't let it be without doing this.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 14 2016, 01:51 PM Post #675 |
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*As Gene's arms encircle Sam's body and he's pulled into the embrace, his head lolling slightly against Gene's shoulder, something changes in Sam's mind. This touch, it's - it's different. It doesn't fit with the memories at all. There is a flash, momentarily interrupting the flashback, leaving Sam hanging in blackness - alone, hurting, confused. There's a twitch, a slightly deeper intake of breath than before.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 14 2016, 01:53 PM Post #676 |
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*!! Gene flinches back, creating enough space between them for him to look into Sam's eyes. Was that--? He cradles Sam's face again, urging desperately* Sam?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 14 2016, 02:00 PM Post #677 |
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*Another twitch - a slight spasm crossing Sam's face, causing his eyebrows to form a little frown for the fraction of a moment. The images in his mind are becoming muddled, less real, but it leaves Sam disoriented and scared - he is convinced that what is happening in his mind is real, is the present, so if it's disintegrating now, where does that leave him...?! Sam takes a shuddering breath, and his eyelids slide down a little, not quite closing.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 14 2016, 09:01 PM Post #678 |
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*it's working...! It's working!! Encouragingly Gene taps at Sam's cheek* That's it, come on Tyler...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 14 2016, 09:15 PM Post #679 |
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*A first little gasp, and Sam moves, squirming slightly in Gene's arms. A grimace of discomfort flickers across his face, and finally some tension returns to his body. He's not completely out of his catatonic state yet, but he's getting there, slowly...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 14 2016, 09:18 PM Post #680 |
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*gives Sam another gentle shake, trying to get him to feel reality - it's working!* Thats it... Come on!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 14 2016, 09:35 PM Post #681 |
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*The shake elicits a groan from Sam - he's coming back to himself, and as a result is starting to feel intense dizziness and creeping nausea. A shiver runs through him as he squeezes his eyes shut, Sam's hand moving blindly to cling onto Gene's arm.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 14 2016, 11:27 PM Post #682 |
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*buoyed by the responses, Gene pulls Sam into another hug. He needs to keep Sam here and in the moment. Pull him out of this dangerous funk.* That's it, come on...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 14 2016, 11:37 PM Post #683 |
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*It's the warmth of the embrace that does the trick completely. Sam holds on automatically, his grip weak at first, but growing stronger as the seconds pass. This is different from his memories, this is... This is... ... The present. Sam groans again, the dizziness hitting him full force. His entire body seems to be tingling unpleasantly, and Sam can't quite place where he is, or who he's holding onto. All he knows is that he just went through something highly uncomfortable. His breathing is becoming more frantic now with the disorientation, and he clings onto Gene as though his life depended on it, shivering convulsively from head to toe.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 18 2016, 01:13 AM Post #684 |
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Jesus....! *Gene tightens his grip around Sam, trying to stop the shivering. It's as though Sam's becoming panicked, and Gene can't let that happen. Not after he seemed to be snapping out of it just now!* Shhhh, you're alright... You daft sod, you're alright.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 18 2016, 09:13 AM Post #685 |
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*Gene's words reach Sam, seem to surround him along with Gene's embrace, wrapping him in a comforting cocoon. Sam's mind hasn't entirely caught up yet so he concentrates on the soothing words, on the feeling of strong arms around him, the smell he associates so strongly with Gene. And slowly, his breathing slows down, although Sam is still dizzy, and the water dripping down from his hair and soaking his shirt isn't helping the shivers. He takes a deeper breath and presses his head against Gene's shoulder, needing the proximity, the warmth radiating off Gene... It's stabilizing him, rooting him in the here and now.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 23 2016, 01:09 AM Post #686 |
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*feeling that he's grounding Sam and stabilising him, Gene keeps his grip on Sam tight but reassuring. He's not going to move until Sam's back completely - until it feels like he's not going to break if he so much as moves a finger. There's nothing else he can do except try and encourage Sam back to himself slowly.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 23 2016, 08:52 AM Post #687 |
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*Sam doesn't know how much time passes as he waits for the vertigo to die down, for his stomach to settle. His eyes are burning from how long he'd held them open earlier without blinking, his mouth feels dry, but most of that discomfort seems to be fading away slowly as Sam breathes in and out, his face buried in the camel hair coat. And as his mind slowly returns to full awareness, sensations coming back to his body, Sam realises that he feels incredibly weak. Absolutely exhausted, like he's just run a marathon. The only thing keeping him upright are those arms around him, acting as an anchor. Gene's arms. It's Gene who pulled him back - again. Gene... ... and then, from one moment to the next, Sam's mind clicks into place fully, and he remembers. He doesn't remember how exactly he ended u on the grimy floor of his flat, but he does remember why he isn't at Gene's place anymore, Gene's words echoing through his brain. Sam stiffens in Gene's arms, and a second later pulls back, pushing himself away from Gene, not panicked or hastily, but with a very deliberate gesture - although the effect is somewhat thwarted by the fact that Sam's hands are still shaking slightly, as is the rest of his body. He isn't even looking at Gene, his eyes fixed on the ground instead.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 23 2016, 11:59 PM Post #688 |
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*Gene feels that change - feels Sam tense before he pushes away. The moment is broken. He's still scared for Sam's mental state, still wants to hold him and make completely sure he's still all there... But the atmosphere morphs in that one moment. And everything Gene said before comes flooding back. The reason he went over to Sam's in the first place. Guilt and hurt fill Gene's heart and he drops his gaze also, staring at the ground as he tries to find the words.* ....Sam...I... |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 24 2016, 08:41 AM Post #689 |
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*At Gene's words, Sam looks up to see that now Gene's gaze is averted. That's.... that's new. As is the fact that they're both sitting on the floor. And now that he isn't in Gene's embrace anymore, Sam feels cold. Still shaken from whatever it was that happened to him, he feels drained and weak, and in that moment his instincts tell him to reach out and pull Gene towards him, to go back to that hug. But again, Gene's words. The rage on his face. Sam's insides seem to freeze over at the memory. He swallows, knowing that even if Gene has come to apologize (his body language supports that possibility), he's not going to do a complete 180. There's just no way that is going to happen, Sam knows Gene well enough to be sure of that. The realisation makes his throat close up, and the regret and crushing sadness that had been overshadowed by the panic earlier come rushing in with all their might. Though he did kiss you back. Sam almost snorts at the thought. Wishful thinking. He can't tell anymore whether or not that really happened. Gene has trailed off after those two words, the silence is beginning to become awkward. Sam licks his lips and swallows again.* ... what? *His voice comes out broken, as though he's been crying, and it startles Sam. He sounds weak. He doesn't want to sound weak in front of Gene, especially not right now.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 25 2016, 12:22 AM Post #690 |
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*Oh god, the way Sam sounds. It only makes it harder to get the words out. And he still isn't sure what he wants to say.* I... Uh... *frowns at the carpet, searching.* ..... I shouldnt 'ave said those things. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 25 2016, 08:45 AM Post #691 |
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*The way Gene is floundering and searching for words, saying them so clumsily... Sam doesn't know what to do with that. He knows that it must be a good sign, because Gene Hunt isn't known for being big on apologies. And now here he is, making the effort. But Sam can't just forget what happened. The whirlwind of fear and panic and regret that had grabbed him, and then the... God, he still has no idea what exactly happened, how he ended up on the floor of his flat, but he can still feel its effects. And he can still feel Gene's fists against his throats, shouting at him. That doesn't just go away. But Gene just said it... he shouldn't have said what he said. He knows it was wrong. However... there's something Sam needs to know... More quietly than before, and not quite able to keep trepidation out of his voice entirely, he asks* .... did you mean them? |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 28 2016, 12:30 AM Post #692 |
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*Gene bites his tongue. That's one question he doesn't know how to answer. No, would be the more accurate way to respond... No, of course he didn't mean it, not truly. But there's a lifetime of influence and brainwashing seeded at the back of his mind, frightening him from any other response. To admit that he didn't mean it basically means that he was okay with it. With Sam, those lips on his. It'd mean that when Gene kissed back it was just that - kissing back. He can't wave it off as some kind of accidental reaction brought on by shock. To say no would mean opening himself up in a way that he may not be able to put himself back again. He stutters, clearly trapped in turmoil. But eventually words make it past his lips.* No... I didn't mean them... *freezes up again, his mouth forming a grim line as he tries very hard not to mess this up* .... You just... .... It just came out of the blue. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 28 2016, 09:45 AM Post #693 |
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*Sam doesn't take his eyes off Gene's face as the latter struggles for words. And once he gets them out... Sam's heart does an odd little flip. Gene didn't mean it. Sam shifts slightly, settling into a slightly more comfortable sitting position. He's still tense, still on his guard, but... some of the apprehension has started to bleed away. Gene is trying to explain himself, which is a small miracle in itself. And yes, deep down Sam knows that he didn't exactly make it easier for Gene by just following his urge and kissing him. But then, when have they ever made things easy for each other? Sam almost wants to laugh at that thought. He remains quiet, though, waiting for Gene to continue. There clearly is more on his mind.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 29 2016, 12:51 AM Post #694 |
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*Gene thinks he can see Sam relax just a little... But it's not enough to completely put him at ease. He knows he owes Sam a proper apology, and certainly an explanation at least. But it's so difficult - trying to bash through the wall of denial and forced repression that he's had to build himself over the course of his entire life. Trying his best to continue, Gene pauses and considers his words carefully.* It's not that I don't-- y'know...? It's... I mean, it's not like we don't have a.... *gestures between them, his face a picture of major struggle*. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 29 2016, 09:33 AM Post #695 |
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*Slowly but surely, Sam feels as though he's reeling again. Only just recovered from this intense flashback, his system still a mess, and now this - Gene sat in front of him, stuttering about something they have. For once, Gene's face says it all, really. The fight he's having to fight against - what? Himself? Prejudice? Years of indoctrination? He looks so... scared. The crushing despair of having been rejected is still there, making it difficult to swallow and hard to breathe, but somewhere at the back of Sam's mind, a tiny spark of hope lights up. He licks his lips and swallows dryly before opening his mouth, his words coming out just as haltingly as Gene's. It might be the wrong thing to say, but he needs to stop Gene from circling around the issue... because if there wasn't more to it, then surely Gene wouldn't make the effort, he wouldn't even begin to try and explain himself, least of all in such a clumsy manner...!* ... what... what're you a-afraid of, then...? *It's a genuine question, meant to coax Gene along - not at all intended as a dig at his courage. And besides, if Sam is right about this, then he already knows what Gene is scared of - which means....!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 1 2016, 12:53 AM Post #696 |
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*Gene grinds to a halt again, his mind in the middle of a malfunction. How can he even put this into words?? How can he make Sam understand? How does Sam not have the same issue? He must have heard what people say - hell, Gene himself has said a few things in his time. There's a list as long as his arm of ways to make a dig at this.. To accept it could mean opening himself up to that list. It could mean losing everyone he cares about. It could cost him his job, his friends, everything. Unable to stop the quiver of uncertainty in his voice,* M'not... Not a poof... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 1 2016, 08:59 AM Post #697 |
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*... Sam releases a breath he didn't realise he was holding. Of course. Of course that was going to be the problem. And Sam is partly to blame for Gene's overreaction earlier - he should have gone about confessing in a much more careful way. Of course what he'd say would trigger every single fear and prejudice Gene's harboured throughout his life... ... but at the same time, Gene's answer - the way he stutters it out, the insecurity plain in his voice - kindles Sam's hope even further. He can do this, he can fix this... Even though he's tired, still somewhat dizzy and nauseous, Sam finds his lips twitching slightly, sympathy plain on his face.* ... well, me neither. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 1 2016, 05:53 PM Post #698 |
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*Gene looks up into Sam's eyes, brow knitted in confusion. Sam pretty much admitted it. In fact, Sam launched in for a kiss! If that doesn't make Sam a poof then what does?? He'll just ignore the fact that he kissed back... * But...you just told me you sodding loved me! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 1 2016, 06:07 PM Post #699 |
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*Sam could laugh at how confused Gene looks, but he doesn't - although his features do relax a bit more. And he isn't going to ignore the fact that, for a second or two, it had felt like Gene kissed him back. From the way Gene is acting now, Sam can only conclude that he didn't just imagine it.* And when I kissed you, you reciprocated. Are you any different now? *Sam has the urge to reach out and take Gene's hand, but he holds back - though his arm does twitch, betraying Sam's thoughts.* Look, I... *Sam exhales, trying to gather his thoughts*... I shouldn't have sprung this on you the way I did. I should've explained myself better. ... I do love you. And I thought... I thought I had a chance, I thought you'd understand. That nothing has to change in the way we treat each other, or in the way we appear in public. *for a moment, a smile appears on Sam's face.* M'not asking you to hold my hand at the station. I'm not... I'm not asking you to be what you think is a 'poof'. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 1 2016, 08:54 PM Post #700 |
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*Fear flickers through Gene once more - Sam knows he kissed back... There's no denying it now. And the way Sam's face is softening, the way that he seems to asking for more, even after all of Gene's aggression before... It's exciting but also terrifying. Hesitantly, Gene replies* What are you askin' for then...? |
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