| Hello hello - this is just a small RP board for two fans who can't get enough of their favourite policing husbands. Plots involve canon-typical swearing and violence, and slash might occur later. Hope you have fun reading along! ![]() |
| Of Wolf and Man; Who let the dogs out, who, who, who? | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM (14,169 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM Post #1 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Being a werewolf isn't easy. And neither is being under the thumb of a werewolf hunter. Someone who knows your secret and is only just barely holding back from tracking you down and putting a silver bullet between your eyes for the one reason that you're more valuable to him alive than dead. At the moment, anyway. And it's not like the relationship isn't mutually beneficial in some way. Even though Gene despises taking the money, he has no choice. It's live and live well with all the information he needs or die and end up someone's throw rug. It's been this way for years, between Warren and Gene. It's routine. And so far Gene's fairly sure Warren's the only one who knows. His colleagues don't. They only know that he's unavailable for evening drinks once a month because of "wife commitments", though none of them have been brave enough to point out that they haven't seen his missus in years. Sam definitely doesn't know. It'd blow his little mind,considering how he's already a little peculiar. But of course, like he always does, here's Sam bloody Tyler - his best mate, his right hand, his deputy dog - putting all of this at risk. He doesn't know the specific nature of the danger he's putting them both in, how could he. And Warren would never DO anything about it, he knows that Warren needs Gene too much. Having a DCI at your beck and call is nothing to throw away just because of some uppity little twerp rocking the boat. Right?? * |
![]() |
|
| Replies: | |
|---|---|
| Gene Hunt | Dec 23 2016, 12:03 AM Post #1501 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene closes his eyes and breathes deeply as Sam peels the gauze back. He's very aware that this is probably the first time Sam's seen the stitches - the thin criss-cross lines of black embroidered into him like he's a rag doll. Gene knows what it looks like, and he doesn't want to look again. Those deliberate lines down his body bring back more memories, and he doesn't want to revisit those at the moment. Feeling vulnerable and exposed all over again, Gene murmurs to Sam without looking down.* M'I about to pop open...? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Dec 23 2016, 12:29 PM Post #1502 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam snaps out of it as soon as Gene speaks, cursing himself for even letting on how much the sight of Gene's scars has affected him. He knows what it's like, after all... the scars across his face give a faint throb at the thought. Taking a breath, Sam shakes his head, trying to give his voice some strength.* Nah, it's looking... good. Healing. *Sam proceeds to peel away the gauze - the blood spots aren't too far down from where the cut starts, but he'll still have to get rid of the whole line. And finally, there it is.... blood on Gene's skin. It isn't much, but it's enough to bring back the images from that horrible night, when the cuts were still bleeding profusely. His heart starting to beat faster, Sam grits his teeth and pulls back the gauze until the damaged spot is fully revealed.* *slightly strained* Right, okay... It looks okay... *Sam leans in close, picking up a small piece of cloth he's brought along from the bathroom, and starts dabbing at the blood, in order to be able to inspect the stitches properly. Nothing looks ripped, but... Sam needs to make sure...* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Dec 24 2016, 12:39 AM Post #1503 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*the feeling of his broken skin being revealed inch by inch... Gene knows now that he's safe, but being so exposed still makes him feel as though he's at risk. As though something bad is about to happen... But Sam says it's okay... It's looking good, it's healing... Why can't he quite believe that? As the cloth touches the wound, Gene flinches. It doesn't hurt exactly, but the area is hypersensitive, sending flashes of overstimulation through his system. Maybe it's just his shattered nerves, he can't be sure.* |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Dec 24 2016, 01:04 PM Post #1504 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam shies back himself in response to Gene's flinch, but catches himself quickly. He knows this must be horribly uncomfortable for Gene, if not worse... Drawing back for a moment, Sam looks up, placing his hand on Gene's close to him and tries to catch his eye.* M'sorry... I have to clean it a bit, otherwise I won't be able to see... But I don't think the thread's ripped. *He squeezes Gene's hand gently* Just a few more seconds of this, then I'll tape it all shut again. Okay? |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Dec 26 2016, 12:37 AM Post #1505 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene swallows hard, trying his best to adjust to the feeling - but it's difficult. It's so sensitive, every touch feels like a scrape from a wire brush or a jolt of electricity. Under Sam's hand, Gene's own fingers twitch and grip at the sheets.* Just... Get it done... |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Dec 26 2016, 01:25 PM Post #1506 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Just get it done... Suddenly, Sam is reminded of the Wolf's expression, when it had understood what Sam had been about to do - what he'd have to do to get the bullet out. It's not the same kind of situation, Sam knows it. But all the same, his throat closes up, and he can't quite hide the stricken expression on his face as he concentrates on the injury again, dabbing away until he's able to properly examine the stitches. And there... there it is. Sam releases a long breath, letting his head hang low for a moment before he speaks.* ... it's fine. Nothing's ripped, you're alright. Must've just... pulled the threads too much. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Dec 27 2016, 01:28 AM Post #1507 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene holds his breath as he feels Sam's eyes searching for evidence of further injury... And the relief washes over him like a wave, not quite quashing the anxiety but at least giving him a positive answer. He opens his eyes and hesitantly looks down a little.* So... No carting me off to A&E, yeah...?? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Dec 27 2016, 10:27 AM Post #1508 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam glances over at Gene to see him trying to catch a glimpse of his own injuries. Without really thinking about it, he places his own hand over the bloody spot - Gene's seen enough of his own blood during the last few days, no need for any more...! *Doing his best to keep his voice calm and reassuring (not as hard as it was earlier, now that they're both so relieved), Sam says with a small smile* No A&E. I'll just put on some fresh gauze, then you'll be free to go back to sleep. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Dec 28 2016, 12:25 AM Post #1509 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Good... Good... That's good news. If he'd had to go back to the hospital Gene would have been despairing. He's not going to pretend that he doesn't know the reason why sleeping again makes him feel uneasy... But he'll have to try. After this, anyway. For now he just needs to get through this part. And appreciate Sam's presence while he's still in the room.* Good. M'fed up with feeling like a human pinata. At least I won't be spilling my goods this time. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Dec 28 2016, 12:26 PM Post #1510 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Already picking up fresh wads of gauze and beginning to lay them out over the cut down Gene's abdomen, Sam gives a little huff. Gene sounds a little more upbeat... But knowing him, he's probably just putting up a front. That nightmare must have rattled him horribly - and no wonder, if it was what Sam thinks it was. The gauze in place, Sam reaches for the tapes and begins to fix everything in place, taking care not to press too hard around Gene's chest area - he remembers that one of his ribs was broken, plus the internal damage... To distract Gene at least a little from this discomfort, Sam asks* If you're hungry or anything, I could warm up some soup if you want... or make you tea, whichever you fancy. Something to settle the nerves. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Dec 28 2016, 09:54 PM Post #1511 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam's already covering the cuts back up, thank god. Having them exposed feels so strange... Despite the discomfort, it's relieving to know he'll be secure again. Hidden from harm. The thought of tea is actually quite a tempting idea... But the effects of the nightmare are still raw in Gene's mind. The knife, leading onto the bullet, his stomach, the pain... His stomach twinges at the prospect of having to work again. And that's the decision made. Never mind that Sam would have to leave to get it.* S'alright. Don't think my insides'd try to crawl out if I put anything in there. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Dec 29 2016, 08:22 AM Post #1512 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*While Gene considers the offer, Sam continues taping down the gauze, trying to recall how the nurses had left it. Hopefully he's doing it right... He doesn't want to cause Gene additional pain or discomfort. Ultimately, Gene's answer doesn't come as a surprise. He's just woken up from a nightmare like that - he'll be sensitive to anything to do with his stomach right now. With only a few inches to go, Sam nods.* Sure. Let me know if you do want anything, though. *Sam lapses into silence for a few seconds, considering his next words. Then, he adds somewhat carefully* ... Anything else I can do? *What he really wants to ask, is whether Gene wants to talk about any of it. The nightmare. The fact that the day was harder than probably either of them had anticipated. But Sam knows that getting Gene to talk about anything is near impossible... And asking directly probably won't get him anywhere.* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2016, 12:39 AM Post #1513 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*at Sam's question, Gene finds himself desperate to answer. He doesn't even really know what he wants Sam to do. He just knows that he needs.... Something. Something he can't put a finger on right now. Maybe he needs to talk. Maybe he needs to tell Sam about the nightmare. Get him to understand, if he doesn't already. Maybe he needs to cling to Sam for a moment. Get some physical comfort that way. The need inside him is poking and prodding, but with no direction with how to satisfy it. So, confused and on edge, Gene quips.* Backrub? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2016, 07:28 AM Post #1514 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Despite being anxious for Gene's reply, Sam keeps his eyes on the scar, concentrating on finishing dressing it properly. When Gene's words come, it's the tone rather than the words that make Sam look up in slight surprise. Gene sounds... Conflicted. Weeks ago Sam would have called it "grumpy" or even "sarcastic", but now... He thinks he knows better. Sam remains silent for a few moments, eyes on Gene's prone form. Then, a faint fuzzy feeling starting to bloom in his chest, a little smile shows on Sam's face. He thinks he knows what Gene really needs... He just hopes he'll still enjoy it as much as he did last time. Without saying a word, Sam leans in and reaches out, his hand brushing across, then stroking through Gene's hair. Slowly, gently. Any other time, Sam wouldn't dare to do this. Gene would tell him to shove off, at best. But right now... It just feels like the right thing to do. If it calmed the Wolf a few days ago... Then surely it'll work now.* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2016, 11:11 PM Post #1515 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene almost flinches in surprise as Sam's hand raises and moves towards his head - but something stops him. And then Sam's fingers are in his hair, stroking softly... And Gene's eyes slide closed. A gentle sound rumbles through his chest - not quite a moan, not quite a growl... More of a purr than anything else. There's something about that feeling that just goes right to his roots. The fact that it's Sam doing this... It should feel odd, but instead it feels calming.* |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2016, 11:18 PM Post #1516 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Oh... Where there was fuzziness before, warmth spreads through Sam as he realises just how good this feels for Gene. Is this the Wolf in him? Or is he genuinely...? Regardless of the answer, Sam keeps up his ministrations, stroking through Gene's hair again and again, the tips of his fingers scraping lightly across Gene's scalp. If this is what Sam can do to calm him down, he'll gladly do it. After a little while, Sam quietly asks* ... Better? |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Dec 31 2016, 01:11 PM Post #1517 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene lets his body relax as Sams fingers card through his hair - however much he might fight, this is one thing he can't resist. Eyes closed and a small smile twitching at his lips, Gene stays quiet until Sam speaks.* No. Carry on. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Dec 31 2016, 01:30 PM Post #1518 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene is relaxing visibly; it's a joy to watch. And his response elicits a quiet laugh from Sam. He shifts slightly, closer to Gene so that he's able to reach behind his head more easily. This means that suddenly, they're close. Intimate. Gene's head is close to Sam's abdomen, his eyes closed, a content look on his face... It feels strange. But not wrong. Sam lapses into silence, concentrating on the sensation of Gene's hair sliding through his fingers. It's so easy to imagine the weight of the wolf's head in his lap...* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Dec 31 2016, 11:00 PM Post #1519 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*lost in the blissful feeling, Gene stays completely still. He can remember this from before... From a few days ago, in that cage. He remembers his chin resting in Sam's lap, how Sam had scritched behind his ears. Warmth glows inside of him at the memory - he can't feel weird about it now, not when Sam's so tenderly stroking the tension from him.* |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2017, 12:21 AM Post #1520 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam doesn't know how much time passes. He's mesmerised by the sight of Gene having transformed so entirely - relaxed now, blissful almost. None of that anxiety and panic from the nightmare are left... ... And all because Sam's doing this... His hand slides to the back of Gene's head one more time, relishing the contact. Then, slowly, he brings it forward again, sliding out of Gene's hair and to his cheek. Has he actually fallen asleep? Sam is hesitant to talk, in case it wakes Gene up.... So he remains where he is, eyes fixed on Gene's features. Maybe if he's fallen asleep, Sam can get up and ready for sleep again... Though he doesn't want to leave Gene on his own...* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2017, 12:37 AM Post #1521 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*laid out on the bed with his shirt hanging open, Gene's eyes remain closed even when Sam's hand leaves him. He's in too much of a comfortable swirl to attempt moving even a muscle - any twitch could shatter the blanket of calm that's settled over him now. Even Sam's hand on his cheek isn't enough to shake him from his head space. And when Sam looks down at him, for all he'll know, Gene is indeed asleep. He looks it, anyway.* |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2017, 12:42 AM Post #1522 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene isn't moving, his breathing has evened out... He must be asleep. Slowly, trying his best not to wake Gene, Sam pulls back. There's a pang of regret as his hand leaves Gene's skin entirely... But Christ, he's tired. He needs to get back to bed... And Gene needs to rest as well... Sam leans over Gene, reaching for the blanket he'd pushed out of the way. With careful movements he pulls it over his Guv, making sure that he won't get tangled up again like before. Then finally, he gets up, straightening up. He's going to clean up the mess on the floor, then get back into his own bed... And hopefully Gene will be able to sleep through the night...* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2017, 09:07 PM Post #1523 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene stays silent as Sam starts tidying - the sound of him moving about is comforting. It keeps Gene aware that he's there, that Gene isn't alone. That he's in a comfortable bed, in far less pain than he was in that basement. Reminds him that he's covered in a blanket and not his own blood. He's safe. When he hears Sam start to move towards the door however, his heart does a sickening flip. All those things are about to leave the room. All the things that keep him grounded and remind him where he is... Fear grips him and his eyes snap open. Before he can stop. Himself, Gene hears his own scared voice.* You're going? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2017, 09:14 PM Post #1524 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam's just switched off the light and started moving towards the door, convinced that Gene had fallen asleep, when the latter's voice startles him. Sam stops and turns around, to be met with the sight of Gene staring at him with wide, fear-filled eyes. Sam's heart gives a painful thump.* I... I thought you were asleep. *Sam lingers in the doorway, insecurity and a sudden feeling of hope warring inside him.* ....do you want me to stay? |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2017, 10:23 PM Post #1525 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Yes, God yes. Don't leave me alone again... Uhh... *He can't just say yes... How pathetic would that sound? 'Yes please, DI Tyler, stay here and make sure your big bad DCI doesn't have nightmares'? His cheeks burn even at the thought of it. But with this scared feeling eating away at him, he can't say no either. So he just stares at Sam, mouth open as though he's about to say something, but nothing will come out.* |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2017, 10:39 PM Post #1526 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Silence. In the gloom, Sam can see that Gene's mouth is open, but the words don't come. If he wouldn't want me to stay, he would've said so. Sam knows this with sudden, utter certainty. Gene wants him to stay. Sam's eyes glide over the bed itself - it's a proper King size, perfect for a married couple. Sam could easily fit in there, with Gene lying on the other side. The thought should make him uncomfortable, but instead there's the now familiar fuzzy flutter in his tummy. Sam glances back at Gene, takes in the wide-eyed expression. His mind is made up.* ... I'll just go grab my pillow, alright? *It's hard to keep a nervous quaver out of his voice, but Sam's think he manages. Just.* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2017, 11:27 PM Post #1527 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*the silence fills the air thick and heavy, Gene's throat closing up with the tension of it. Sam's going to point out his non-answer, surely - confront him on it... But he doesn't. Sam doesn't question it at all. And though Sam's voice sounds nervous, he's not showing any kind of pathetic pity or disgust on his face.... He really must be okay with this... At a loss as to know what to say, Gene merely swallows and nods. Anything else he says right now will just make him look even more of a wuss.* |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2017, 11:38 PM Post #1528 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*The nod is all the confirmation Sam needs. Gene wants his presence, clearly. So Sam nods as well, his voice a bit more stable than before.* Okay. I'll be with you in a second. *Leaving the door open so the light from the hallway floods into the room, Sam quickly makes his way over to the guest room, picking up his pillow. For a moment, he's tempted to take the duvet as well - but Gene's is big enough for the both of them without then risking any unwanted contact. Though would it be unwanted? Sam can feel his heart picking up speed, and hastily shoves the thought aside. Now isn't the time for that. Gene needs him. He switches off the light in his room, then wanders back to Gene's. Once he reaches the doorway, Sam stops for a moment, hesitating. Then he quietly says* Shall I leave the light on? |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 2 2017, 10:58 PM Post #1529 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene lies there with his eyes open and trained at the door until Sam comes back. Humiliation burns in his chest- he never in a million years thought this would be happening. That he'd need a babysitter to watch him for nightmares. Not since he was a child. But the thought of being left alone now scares him even more than his need for company. So all he can do is mutter back trying to sound marginally less worried than he actually is* You're not gonna sleep if you do that. And after all this I don't want you knackered and grumpy in the morning... |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 2 2017, 11:07 PM Post #1530 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam is tempted to say that it wouldn't be a problem - he often sleeps with his telly on through the night, after all - but if Gene says it so clearly... Sam doesn't want to strip away this last semblance of independence. So he nods.* Alright. *Sam switches off the light, but there's enough light filtering into the room from outside, so Sam easily finds his way to his side of the bed. His side. Heart beating fast in his chest, Sam drops his pillow on the mattress, then lifts the blanket and sits down.* Right, uhm... You tell me immediately if I'm hurting you, or... Or anything. *If I'm too close. If you don't want me there anymore. God, those thoughts scare him more than they have any right to.* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 3 2017, 06:33 PM Post #1531 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene tries not to blush even further as he feels Sam's weight shift the sheets. He can't quite understand where this feeling is coming from - embarrassment he gets, but this sense of glee? It's something that seems to be associated with Sam only, and that should scare him more than it does* I'm fairly sure unless you stab me with your toothbrush we'll be fine. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 3 2017, 06:46 PM Post #1532 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Despite everything, Sam can't help the little snort of laugh that escapes him.* I suppose. *And then, it's time... Taking a silent breath, Sam lies back and pulls up the blanket. There he is. Lying in a king size bed next to DCI Gene Hunt. Sam doesn't move for a few seconds... Then, suddenly, he feels ridiculous. They're mature, grown men. Mature, grown men who maybe felt a bit more affection for each other than your average mature, grown men. Maybe. Either way, it was going to be fine. Sam turns to his side, hesitates for a moment, then mutters.* ... Sleep well. And wake me up if you need anything. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 3 2017, 10:37 PM Post #1533 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Feeling equally as ridiculous as Sam, Gene tries to relax back and forget that he's in a situation so bizarre. Sam's turned on his side looking at him, waiting for a reply... And Gene can't turn to mirror him. He can only turn his head as much as his aching neck allows, taking in the sight of Sam next to him. It's surreal... But nice at the same time. Thank god he doesn't have to sleep alone. Unable to formulate words, Gene grunts softly and turns his head back to face the ceiling. If he needs Sam it'll be because of nightmares - and he's pretty sure Sam'll wake up on his own in that case. Finally after a long pause, Gene finds his voice.* .... If I start dreamin' again you'll know it before I do. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 3 2017, 11:52 PM Post #1534 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*The pause is so long that Sam starts to think he won't get a response at all - but there it is. Dreaming... Evwn though it's dark, Sam was able to tell Gene had been looking at him... And that now, he's looking up at the ceiling. It feels as though there's still something Gene wants to say... So Sam ventures forward.* D'you want to talk about it...? |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 3 2017, 11:55 PM Post #1535 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Oh. Gene hadn't been expecting that... He'd thought Sam might have wanted to go straight to sleep - he was the one rudely awakened after all. And then there's the dilemma. Does he talk about it? Open up? He's so vulnerable already... But Sam's here in his bed... It's so intimate... He can't help his voice, quiet and slightly wary.* About what. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 3 2017, 11:58 PM Post #1536 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam blinks, both slightly taken aback and encouraged by Gene's nonreply. He didn't outright reject Sam after all... Struggling to find the right words, Sam muttered after a little while, careful to keep his voice calm and relaxed, so that Gene doesn't feel pressured into doing something he doesn't want to do.* The dream? Or... Or anything else, really. Don't 'ave to, though. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2017, 12:07 AM Post #1537 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam's trying to get Gene to open up, that's clear. Trying to get him to explain what was happening. Probably in an attempt to get whatever it is out of Gene's head. But how can he explain it? There's no way he can put it into words. Not words that do it justice... That feeling of complete helplessness. Of being someone's plaything. Of being shackled and hooded, knowing that every second that ticks by is just one more second closer to his own gruesome end. Knowing that nobody's coming for you. But of course someone did come. And that person is right here. Looking after him and trying to help him sleep. Gene owes him some kind of proper answer... But to just blurt out what happened? It'd make it even more real.* You know what the dream was. You lived it with me. Half of it, anyway. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2017, 12:17 AM Post #1538 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam was expecting an answer like that, but it still hurts. Knowing that Warren still has that kind of hold on Gene, and probably will have for a long time. And however much Sam is trying to do for Gene, and ensuring that the team secure a watertight conviction... The fact that he can't do much to rid Gene of these memories is even more painful. Sam doesn't even know about what happened before he went into that basement... After several seconds of silence, Sam quietly asks* ... When... When did they get you? The doctor said you were severely dehydrated... |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2017, 09:56 PM Post #1539 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Ahh, that's right... Sam doesn't even know what happened before he turned up... There's a chunk he's missing. Sam really doesn't know the extent of it, does he... How they'd targeted him, tricked him into leaving the station, ambush in him, beating him... Putting that damn hood and collar on him... He swallows, staring at the ceiling as though the blank whiteness of it will bleach the memories away.* Yeah... S'not surprising... They 'ad me the day before. Not long after you went home. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2017, 11:21 PM Post #1540 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*The day before... It's a good thing Gene isn't looking at Sam right now, and so can't see how his eyes are widening with horror. Sam remembers clearly when he left the station. It was early. Even before the others had gone off to the pub.* Bloody hell. *The whispered swear is out before Sam knows it, but he can't help it... The thought of Gene having been in Warren's grasp for this long is nauseating. And Sam had no idea until... Until nearly 24 hours later.....* *with a voice that isn't quite steady anymore* ...I'm... I'm sorry.... ... Do you... want to talk about that, or...? *Sam feels that he needs to know what happened... But at the same time, he can't force Gene to relive that just for the sake of satisfying Sam's need...* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2017, 12:14 AM Post #1541 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*the wobble in Sam's voice isnt disguised well enough. Gene hears it loud and clear, and it hits him that Sam really must not have thought it'd been that long. Did he think Gene'd only been picked up the same day? That afternoon even? Sam had no idea he was missing...? If he could shrug, Gene would do. In truth there isn't much to say. Though terrifying and painful, not much actually happened in the long hours he was held. Nothing he can really describe to Sam that'd have the right impact anyway.* ... Not much to say, really... Nothing happened for hours. *then he sighs, the memory of it churning his stomach. The waiting - that was hard. The endless uncomfortable wait. Hands tied behind him, collar round his neck, attached to the wall by a short leash... The hours ticking away slowly, his mind left to cycle through every disturbing thing Warren could do to him... Gene murmurs.* S'pose that worse than if something HAD happened. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2017, 12:24 AM Post #1542 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam understands. Not the exact experience Gene went through, of course - he could never even come close to understanding that. But knowing that Gene had to wait for that long, knowing what was coming for him, and knowing that there was nothing he could do... It must have been terrifying. And if he was dehydrated that badly, Warren can't have kept him under comfortable conditions... He was destroying Gene psychologically as well as physically... The thought sends anger flooding through Sam - anger, and a mix of other powerful emotions he can't name. It makes him reach out-- but then, Sam hesitates. A sudden touch in the dark... It might set Gene off. He can't have that. So all Sam can do is repeat helplessly*.... M'sorry. I-- I can't imagine what it must've been like... |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2017, 09:23 PM Post #1543 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*its a good thing that Sam doesn't touch Gene at that moment - despite his efforts, Gene can't help thinking back to that night. To how it felt. Waiting for death. Knowing that nobody knew where he was. Imagining Warren sharpening his instruments... With a quiver in his voice Gene whispers back.* Good. You don't want to imagine. Wouldn't want that for you. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2017, 09:35 PM Post #1544 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Wouldn't want that for you. Sam doesn't know what it is, but something about those words hits him in a place that sets of a flurry of feelings. It hurts, though not because Sam is offended - it's the realisation of what lies behind that sentence, what kind of sentiment drove Gene to say it. It hurts in... in a good way, almost. Sam's eyes start to burn, and he has to swallow hard and blink before he's able to say anything without a wobble to his voice. Gene is so vulnerable right now... so Sam has to be strong for him. For both of them. So Sam takes a breath, then speaks before he's able to carefully consider his words.* ... You won't ever have to go through something like that again. I'll make sure of it. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2017, 09:42 PM Post #1545 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*the promise Sam makes is appreciated, but Gene knows that that promise isn't something Sam has any kind of authority over. If someone else fancies making a fortune and happens to find out what Gene is... ... It happened once. It could happen again. Sam can't stop it. He breathes in shakily, voice just as quiet when he replies.* You can't stop it, Sam. We knew the danger Warren posed. You knew where to go. Some other mysterious bastard gets a whiff of dog hair and-- *he cuts himself off, unable to imagine it happening again. Not with a different hunter.* |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2017, 09:52 PM Post #1546 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam's heartbeat quickens as Gene speaks, and if he weren't lying down, he'd be shaking his head. Gene can't be this defeatist... not over this. Sam won't have it. He needs Gene to believe in his own safety - and in Sam.* No. *his voice is louder than he'd anticipated, and Sam quickly lowers it, though the intensity is still there.* I had no idea - I thought I did, but in truth I didn't have a bloody clue about that... that world. About how far W-Warren would go. Now I do, and we'll take steps to keep you safe. Last time we were trying to minimize damage as far as we could, we were reacting to an attack, and you were weakened - but it's different now. We'll be prepared. *Sam stops for a moment, trying to collect himself.* ... something like this won't happen again. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2017, 10:02 PM Post #1547 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene sighs loudly. He understands Sam's confidence - Warren's plans were thwarted last minute. They won, mostly. The score is technically 1-0, despite what Gene's pain levels and mental state say. But Sam sounds so sure... Lacking the energy to argue and not wanting to dampen Sam's spirits, Gene gives up.* ... Maybe. We'll stick a dog tag on my keys. 'Lost mutt, if found return to CID, Manchester.' |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2017, 10:06 PM Post #1548 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam isn't sure whether he got through to Gene, and he already regrets that little outburst. Gene must be tired and exhausted... he probably just wants to sleep. And it was Sam who directed the conversation to this topic... That probably won't have helped the situation either. Feeling somewhat guilty, Sam doesn't manage more than a soft huff and Gene's joke. And once again, the words are out before Sam knows it.* I won't lose you again. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2017, 11:42 PM Post #1549 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*the double-meaning there makes Gene's heart glow for a moment. Sam won't lose him. Such a quick, heartfelt statement is more than he could have hoped for. With a mixture of gratitude and sadness, Gene smiles. * Hope you're right. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 6 2017, 09:38 AM Post #1550 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene's response puts to rest the fears that started bubbling up the moment the words were out. Sam can't see Gene smiling in the darkness, but he thinks he can hear it - a certain soft note to his voice. It makes his own lips twitch into a quick smile as well. And now it's finally time... Sam can feel tiredness pressing down on his eyes. He shifts a little, making sure that Gene can hear the noise, before gently touching his shoulder.* ... let's try and get some more kip, yeah? |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 6 2017, 09:03 PM Post #1551 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*the touch to his shoulder makes Gene jump slightly - but not out of fear only. There's a touch of that, yes... But something else too. A spark of connection between the two of them. Comfort. He grunts, still a little worried about what he'll be seeing once he closes his eyes. But he can't keep Sam awake any longer... * Mmh. S'pose. You need your beauty sleep, eh. Don't wanna be looking as ruff as me. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 6 2017, 11:15 PM Post #1552 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*That twitch doesn't pass unnoticed... But neither does the fact that Gene isn't actively pulling away. It gives Sam a bit more hope. Tuned completely into Gene and his mannerisms, Sam is fairly sure he detects a note of apprehension in his voice as he speaks... Trying to make light of the situation, but there still seems to be... Something... And he's intent on finding out, so much so that Gene's little joke goes unmentioned. Sam's eyes remain trained on Gene as he thinks, analysing the situation and everything that's been said. Then, after a few moments of silence, Sam quietly offers again* ... Of you'd rather we leave the light on, we can do that. I, uh... I'm used to it. Won't bother me. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 8 2017, 12:51 AM Post #1553 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Determined to keep some semblance of independence, Gene shakes his head just a little.* Naah, you're alright. M'not a five year old. Can sleep with the light off no problem. *He hopes, anyway. But Sam's here now, close by. That should be enough to keep him from sinking into that black hole again... * |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 8 2017, 09:22 AM Post #1554 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Well, that's that then...* Alright. *Sam exhales with a quiet sigh, shifting slightly to adjust his position until he's comfortable. He realises that the fact that he's still facing Gene might seem... odd to the latter, but Sam can't bring himself to turn around.* ... sleep well, then. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 8 2017, 11:27 PM Post #1555 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene, being unable to lie any other way, has to keep lying on his back. But still he can tell that Sam's facing him. It's both strange and comfortable at the same time. That Sam's there at all, even.* And you. Hit me if I snore. *Gene takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Okay. This is it. Time to try again. Time to face that intimidating yet enticing darkness of sleep. And it takes a while... But with the slow, rhythmic sounds of Sam's breathing next to him and the warmth radiating from him through the sheets, Gene manages it. And thankfully this time the nightmares stay at bay.* |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2017, 03:45 PM Post #1556 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam gives a little huff - like hell that's gonna happen. He won't lay a finger on Gene - not unless Gene wants it. Silence settles between them, weirdly comforting. Sam can hear Gene breathing, can feel the bulk of his body next to him. Shifting a little, Sam slides one arm under his pillow and shifts slightly, getting properly comfortable. He's still tired, his limbs aching faintly... but somehow, Sam doubts he'll be able to sleep much. Even as Gene's breathing begins to even out, settling into a deep, relaxed rhythm, Sam startles at any sound he makes, thinking the nightmares are back. Luckily, that never happens... but Sam can't let it go. The sight of Gene, pale and panicked, is still in front of his mind's eye. He doesn't want that to happen again... It's in the early hours of the morning that Sam does finally get a few hours' rest, though the clinking of milk bottles on the porch rouses him again. Yawning widely and rubbing at his eyes, Sam decides to get up - fuzzy light is coming in through the curtains, and he doubts he'll get more sleep than this. Hopefully Gene won't panic when he realises he's alone... Quietly, so as not to disturb Gene, Sam leaves the bedroom, getting ready to face the day. He makes breakfast for himself and removes the soup from the day before from the fridge as well - Gene will be hungry for certain, and maybe he'll be up for the soup rather than just tea... It's a good thing Sam got up this early - as he finishes up the remains of his breakfast, he spots a familiar figure approach the house. It's Ray, a large envelope under his arm, looking strangely worse for wear. Sam hurries over to the front door, managing to open it before Ray has a chance to ring the doorbell. It's a short exchange. Ray hands him the envelope, tells him it's the photos from Warren's camera. Tells him not to let the Guv see them. Sam isn't sure he wants to see them himself. He's sat in the kitchen again, clutching his mug of tea the envelope lying in front of him. Gene isn't awake yet... if he's going to look at the pictures, he has to do it now. He has to give himself time to deal with whatever he's about to see, so that he can face Gene without... without breaking down. Because Sam knows that what he is about to see won't be pretty, and there's is something inside him trying to convince himself to not look at all - as though that would spare Gene more suffering. But at the same time, Sam feels it's his duty to look at the photos. Gene had to go through horrific torture even before Sam arrived at the scene... and somehow, it's as though not looking at the pictures would deny that any of that ever happened. They've been through so much together, in such a short amount of time; Sam knows that Gene won't think any worse of him if he takes a look. So, finally, Sam takes a deep breath, pushes the mug aside and picks up the envelope. It isn't sealed, so he flips it open, and slowly takes out the pictures, stacking them neatly without looking at first, then turning the whole bunch over and examining them slowly, one by one. The first already makes him swear. The collar, the ropes, he'd seen all of that... But that bag - hessian? - over Gene's head... Sam had no idea. How long did Gene have to suffer through that, unable to breathe freely, not seeing what was going on, where he was...? It shines a new light on Gene's panic during the night as well, with how the duvet had wrapped around him... After the tenth photo, he has to put them down to gather himself. Warren documented every single step of Gene's torture - every cut... And even though Sam saw all of that, blood running down Gene's skin in small streams, seeing it all again black on white leaves him shaken. He can only guess that Warren was intending to keep the pictures for his personal amusement; the thought makes Sam's stomach twist with nausea. Somehow, Sam makes it through the lot of them. His hands are unsteady as he drops them back in the envelope. After that, he rests his forehead in his palms, exhaling shakily. His mind is struggling to cope with the images flooding it, and the thoughts racing through. And there is something else - an intense feeling of protectiveness, so overpowering that it leaves Sam entirely overwhelmed. What on earth is he going to do with that... it's almost physically painful, the need to keep Gene safe, forever. But none of this is real... What happens after I wake up...? Sam presses his hands against his eyes, and stays like this for a long time, hunched over the kitchen table.* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2017, 10:55 PM Post #1557 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene sleeps weirdly well the rest of that night - no more nightmares, nothing. He even manages not to wake up as Sam slides himself out of bed. It's odd, Sam's presence seems to have warded off that black cloud that hung over him before. That took over his mind while he slept and threw him back into turmoil. At last, guarded by his best friend, he's able to rest. In the morning when he finally does surface, the entire night feels like a dream. Like Sam can't really have been there - can be? Did that even really happen?? But as Gene sleepily opens one eye and cranes his neck to the side, there's the pillow. Sam's pillow. The evidence that he really was there. Comfort and sudden concern swell in Gene's stomach - of Sam was there, where is he now? Did he wake up and panic? See Gene beside him and freak out?? Gene himself can barely believe he's not having a similar panic, and the warm glow he feels instead is something he's going to have to analyse another time. Right now his main worry is where Sam went. Voice rough from damage and sleep, Gene calls out uncertainly.* Uhh.... Sam...?? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2017, 11:04 PM Post #1558 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene's voice reaches Sam through the haze of conflicting emotions, disturbing memories and heavy thoughts - snaps him right out of it. Sam looks up abruptly, eyes burning slightly. Gene... Gene's awake! But his voice sounded... Scared...* *mutters* Shit... *then, calling out so Gene can hear him* Down 'ere! Give me a moment...! *A moment to collect himself, to exhale deliberately, to close his eyes and open them again. Sam hopes he'll be able to keep his knowledge of the photos a secret for a little while longer - it's not exactly what Gene needs first thing in the morning - but he knows he's a bad liar... But he'll just have to brave it. Sam makes his way up the stairs as fast as he can, and after a few seconds he makes his way into the bedroom, stopping at the doorframe to take in Gene's appearance. Hopefully he isn't in pain...! Automatically moving further into the room to sit down in the bed, Sam asks, trying to keep his tone light* Everything alright? You were fast asleep, I didn't want to wake you up... |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2017, 12:09 AM Post #1559 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Oh thank God... He's still here. He feels himself relax instantly, Sam's approaching footsteps knocking a little bit of tension from him with each steady thump. As Sam sits on the edge of the bed, Gene tries to raise his arm to rub at his eyes. He doesn't quite get there, but at least he now has the strength to try!* Yeah, yeah... Thought you'd done a runner, that's all. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2017, 09:08 AM Post #1560 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene's odd gesture confuses Sam at first - it's like he was trying to raise his arm in salute - but then he realises what he must've been trying to do. He has to squash the urge to reach out and lay a hand on Gene's face, to brush at his eyes. Gene's words, however, hurt unexpectedly, and it shows in Sam's expression.* No! Why would I... *Sam catches himself, cursing inwardly - Gene probably intended that as a joke... But he can't help it, he's still rattled from what he saw earlier, and from those surges of protectiveness... So the mere suggestion that Sam would go and abandon Gene makes all those emotions flare up powerfully.* *a bit calmer and quieter* ... I wouldn't. I wouldn't just up and leave. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2017, 02:19 PM Post #1561 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*The sudden shift in Sam's tone throws Gene off - he's only just woken up... He wasn't trying to imply that Sam would give up on him and leave never to return...! He frowns, the softer follow up statement reassuring him a little but not enough to erase his concern.* Only meant you might've popped out for one of them runs you're so fond of. *blinking through the dim light, Gene catches sight of the lines etched into Sam's face. The lines of worry and of stress. What...* .... You eat a firework for brekkie or something? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2017, 02:35 PM Post #1562 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Oh... oh. Of course. Suddenly, Sam feels stupid for overreacting like that - and Gene of course realised something was up. Still, he makes one last effort to shrug it off, throw Gene off the scent. He won't have much success probably, but it's worth a go...* What? Oh, uhm, I-- just, didn't get much sleep. How about you? Rested up? |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2017, 06:05 PM Post #1563 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Didn't get much sleep... Hmm, that doesn't really sound right... Gene knows Sam woke up in the night when he had his nightmare but as far as he's aware that was the only time... Something's off about Sam... Something he can't put his finger on...* As well as I can be. You've got the look of a rabbit caught in the headlights. I've seen you knackered and it don't look like this. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2017, 06:08 PM Post #1564 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Dammit... Gene isn't going to let this go, is he. And Sam doesn't have the emotional strength to keep insisting... Even though at the same time, he doesn't want to tell Gene. But the words are forcing their way out, and Sam can't stop it... He turns away from Gene, sighing. Then he mutters*... I don't think you'll want to hear it. *One last attempt, as weak as it is.* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2017, 06:43 PM Post #1565 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Shit... That means there is something. Something Sam isn't telling him. Tense suddenly, Gene fixes Sam in an uncomfortable stare. Whatever it is, he needs to know.* ... Spit it out, Sam. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2017, 06:52 PM Post #1566 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
... *Sam sighs again, more softly this time. He has to tell Gene now...otherwise Gene will do his head in trying to guess what happened. He stares ahead of himself for a minute before beginning to speak, his discomfort obvious.* ... Ray dropped by earlier, while you were still asleep. He, uh... ... *Christ, he doesn't know how to break this to Gene gently.* ... There was a camera at the scene. The film's been developed, and... Ray thought I should see it. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2017, 11:20 PM Post #1567 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*For a moment Gene thinks his heart's stopped. A cold wash of fear hits him, right in the heart. Ray's seen the photos. That means CID's seen the photos. Sam's seen them too now. They've all seen him. Strung up in that cage. At Warren's mercy. Bleeding his life away, stripped bare. Everyone's seen it. The colour drains from his face, his mouth opens, stammers.* Wh-what...? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2017, 11:43 PM Post #1568 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Shit... Sam knew that Gene was going to react badly to this, but it still hurts to see how his face grows pale, how his eyes widen... To think that the Guv, who's usually so good at keeping a straight face, a mask on, is so entirely unable to hide his fear... His throat tight, Sam has to squash down the urge to reach out and lay a hand on Gene's arm. Would that even help...? Sam has a feeling that he would make things worse if he touched Gene right now... As though that would strip away the last bit of Gene's dignity. It isn't too hard to guess what's going through his mind, so Sam says* Apart from me and Ray, only the person responsible for developing the photos has seen them... *Though of course, Sam can't guarantee it'll stay that way... The photos will have to be handed in as evidence for the court proceedings... But he won't say that now, not when Gene is already struggling to cope with the news...!* ... I'm... I'm sorry. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2017, 11:48 PM Post #1569 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*even as Sam tells him that only the three of them have seen the photos, Gene knows it won't stay that way. Chris will see them, Phyllis will see them, and Cartwright... Everyone will. In the back of his mind, Gene can almost hear the shutter go off again. The camera circling him, capturing his helplessness forever. He can feel Warren prowling around him, snapping away like a dirty fashion photographer intent on catching every inch of flesh. Swallowing hard, Gene can only whisper. He doesn't even remember...* ... How many...? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2017, 11:54 PM Post #1570 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Too many, Sam wants to say, anger rising like bile through the swamp of regret and grief for Gene's pain. Every single photo one too many. Sam's first clenched at the thought. And he can't even give Gene the exact number. Sam stopped counting, by the end. But at the same time, he needs to reassure Gene in some way at least...!* ... Less than twenty. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2017, 12:02 AM Post #1571 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*less than twenty... So more than ten, for sure. Christ. He remembers the sound going off a few times before the bag was even removed. After his clothes had been shredded. After that first cut... Documenting each new wave of hurt as it happened. He remembers up until a point - but as the transformation approached, things got fuzzy... A look of dread in his eyes, Gene croaks.* He didn't ...the wolf, he... Didn't get-? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2017, 12:04 AM Post #1572 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Here, at least, Sam is able to reassure Gene somewhat... He shakes his head.* He must've stopped after I... After I got there. Ray didn't mention anything either. *Because Warren had been too busy with Sam... Sam's hand goes up automatically, rubbing across his stomach as the familiar itch flares up at the thought. * |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2017, 12:14 PM Post #1573 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*thank God... There's no evidence of the Wolf... Jesus, that's good. But it doesn't stop the burning shame inside of him, or the crawling sensation across his injuries at the memory. These photos... What's going to happen to them? Gene just wants to tear them up, burn them, destroy them...* Where are they? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2017, 12:24 PM Post #1574 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam's first impulse is to say that Ray's already taken them away again... but lying to Gene like that doesn't sit right with him. Not after everything that's happened. Still, everything inside him is trying to keep him from answering...* *haltingly* .... downstairs. Ray's coming to... pick them up again in a bit. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2017, 12:45 PM Post #1575 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Ray's coming to take them away again... To show them to more people? They'll have to be used as evidence in court, presumably. So what does that mean? A judge will see them? A jury? The rest of the force? Warren? The thought makes him feel utterly sick. He doesn't even know exactly what the photos contain. He was too out of it at the end to hold any real memory of it. Gene may have lived it, but he hasn't seen the photos. He doesn't know exactly what Sam's just seen. If these images are going to be passed around to God knows who, Gene needs to prepare himself. Heart beating high in his throat, Gene croaks.* ... I need to see. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2017, 12:47 PM Post #1576 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*There it is... The sentence Sam has been dreading. And this time, he does give in to his first impulse.* I don't think that's a good idea. *He can't let Gene relieve it... not like this, not from the perpetrator's point of view...!* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2017, 12:53 PM Post #1577 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene had a feeling Sam would say that. And he gets it, he does. But these are images of him. Of his body. Of what was done to him... And they're just downstairs. About to be picked up again by Ray. Ray who's going to have the images burned into his brain by now. Who'll see them again when he next looks at Gene, colouring his view of him. He needs to know what they all saw. Fear and anguish bubbling away inside him, Gene repeats.* I need to see them. I need to know what they saw. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2017, 12:58 PM Post #1578 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene needs to see what "they" saw... what the others saw. Ray. On some level it makes sense to Sam, but the voice of protectiveness is overwhelming in his mind. He can't let Gene sink back into those memories... His jaw setting, Sam looks away for a moment, one hand pressed against his abdomen, the other clenched into a fist.* ... no. Not... not now. *He looks over at Gene again, helpless and angry and sad.* I mean, Jesus... you had that nightmare during the night, and now you want to...?! How're you supposed to recover if...! |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2017, 01:07 PM Post #1579 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene grits his teeth, his face a picture of frustrated torment. Sam's right, he knows it deep down. But while those pictures are there in his house... Christ, he can almost sense them. Lying on the table down there... He stares down at himself helplessly.* Warren... He was gonna keep those. For 'imself. To look back and reminisce. He wanted to remember it. All of it. *emotions in chaos, it takes a lot for him to admit this next part out loud. To reveal that he doesn't even remember some parts of it all. That he has vulnerabilities in his own memories.* How'm I S'posed to look 'em in the eye? After this. When I don't even remember what Warren was even bloody doing near the end with that sodding camera. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2017, 01:16 PM Post #1580 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*... Gene doesn't even remember.... not even what happened before Sam barged into the basement... Sam stares at Gene without really seeing him. It's probably the blood-loss and all around trauma that are making it hard for Gene to recall when and how Warren used that camera. That thought alone makes Sam's stomach clench with anger and frustration. How dare Warren... how dare he do this to Gene. Reduce him to a piece of meat... make him so desperate to prove himself, to put together the pieces... ... and reducing Sam to this bundle of confused and painful emotions that he is right now... Sam looks away, shakes his head.* You won't 'ave to. Not for a long time. And by then, you'll be recovered, standing on your own two feet... But you 'ave to give yourself time! Not... not dig into wounds that aren't even beginning to close up yet...! |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2017, 01:32 PM Post #1581 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene bunches his fists weakly, the damaged muscles up his arms twinging as he does.* Better to get it over and done with then. Ripping open half healed wounds isn't gonna be any more pleasant than doin' it now. Got enough to worry about coming up. *grimly, Gene mutters to himself.* Only got a few weeks to go before I change again. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2017, 01:37 PM Post #1582 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
...! *The transformation. As ridiculous as it may seem, Sam had forgotten about that. 4 weeks... Less than that, now. Fuck. That rips open a whole different can of worms... How is Gene going to cope, physically...?! And he wants to see the photos before any of that happens... Sam can't argue with that... Still staring at his knees, Sam quietly repeats*... Still don't think it's a good idea. *Then, with a weak sigh, he glances over at Gene.* ... You're sure? |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2017, 04:47 PM Post #1583 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*there's a moment of hesitation - but no, Gene has to see. He can't back down now. If he leaves it, the suspense will be worse.* No. But it's coming. May as well make it now. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2017, 04:54 PM Post #1584 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam remains silent and still for a good few seconds. Everything within him is screaming not to give in... not to let Gene see the pictures... But Gene wants to see them. And in a way... it's a step to taking back control. It's Gene's decision... Finally, Sam gets up, leaves the room without another words. He heads down the stairs, footsteps heavy. The itch and burn across his stomach is almost unbearable, the scars down his face pulling and twinging, but Sam ignores it all. He steps into the kitchen - hesitates for a fraction of a second before picking up the envelope as though it contains an acidic substance, and heading back upstairs. Once by Gene's side, Sam carefully pulls the stack of photos out of the envelope and hands it over to Gene - face down. Then, he takes a step back.* ... do you want me to go? *Sam doesn't want to leave Gene alone with this, but... if that is what he wants...* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2017, 05:30 PM Post #1585 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*as Sam hands the photos over, Gene suddenly isn't sure whether he really should take them. His stomach knots, all the bravado he's so used to wearing melting away, leaving him looking small and scared. And to Sam's question, he shakes his head. He takes them in a shaky hand. He can't bend his arms up far enough to hold them too close to his face, but he's able to get them close enough to see. To make out the details. The hessian bag, the collar attached to the rope... Face stony and ashen, Gene flicks to the next one. And the next one. He can see his own muscles straining, now. The sudden absence of his shirt. The dark, angry bruises across his ribs. Then the blood. More and more of it with each photo. It's like having an out of body experience. Gene can see himself, but it doesn't look like him. Those dark rings under his faded eyes, the lines of fear so unfamiliar to him. It's surreal and disturbing. There are muscles standing out on his back, working at maximum to keep him from dislocating something. Muscles he hasn't even seen before. There are veins standing out down his arms - pumping blood to his suffering hands, must be. The tear tracks down his cheeks, cutting a white river through the blood smeared there. All these little details Warren had been admiring. All these little signs of suffering that Gene hadn't even been aware he'd been rewarding Warren with... Finally the pictures end. One last shot of Warren's masterpiece, strung up, bloody, crying, ready to be gutted. Gene forces himself to swallow. He's not going to be sick. Silently he places the photos face down on the blanket. He can't speak, yet. He just... Needs... A minute.... * |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2017, 05:57 PM Post #1586 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene wants him to stay... The relief flooding Sam is almost unreal. He sits down on the edge of the bed again, keeping his eyes on Gene. If he needs to step in, he wants to do it the moment it's needed. Watching Gene look through the photos is almost as painful as seeing them himself for the first time. The way his face goes pale from the get-go, grows ashen... The way Gene's eyes seem to grow unsteady. The longer this goes on, the more photos Gene sees, the more Sam grows concerned, convinced that he shouldn't have let Gene do this after all. Sam can practically see how what little healing Gene had managed, being stripped away, leaving more damage than there was before. Sam's own nausea, subdued before, is flaring up again. Finally, Gene puts down the stack of pictures. Sam reaches out immediately, taking them off him and letting them slip into the envelope, which he dumps on the floor (not quite out of sight, out of mind, but it's better than nothing.) And then... the sight of Gene, pale and hollow-eyed, breaks Sam's heart. This time, he can't hold back: He extends his hand and places it on Gene's. It's all he can do to convey that he's... there. Whatever Gene needs, Sam is there, and he'll provide what he can.* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2017, 06:12 PM Post #1587 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*the way Sam snatches the photos back - Gene's almost glad to see it. Suddenly he wants those things as far away as possible. Feeling emotionally ragged once more, Gene stares down at Sam's hand on his. He remembers it all now. Right up until the last click of the camera. Every little detail. Voice hoarse, Gene whispers.* I wanna kill 'im. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2017, 06:15 PM Post #1588 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam's hand on Gene's tightens at this, the words stabbing right through him. He averts his gaze, looking down at the blanket, where their hands are linked, instead of at Gene's face. Sam nods, his voice equally rough when he mutters back* ...yeah. |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 12 2017, 12:10 AM Post #1589 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*'Yeah'. Sam understands. Gene closes his eyes and lays his head back against the pillows, tired again suddenly. It feels as though tears may be trying to push their way to the surface, but he's not going to let them escape. Never. Not after Warren took such satisfaction in seeing that last time. Gathering himself, Gene whispers again.* .... Better... Better take those painkillers now. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2017, 09:54 AM Post #1590 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam can see how much of a toll this has taken on Gene - his eyes are redder and more drooping than before, and he even closes them of his own accord. Sam doesn't want to leave him on his own now... But it's Gene who requested the painkillers, so... Regretfully, Sam nods, slowly getting up, letting go of Gene's hand in the process.* Alright. I'll make you tea. *As he looks down at Gene, with his head bowed, just like in the pictures... Jesus. It hurts, it seems to tear apart his heart. The urge to lean down and kiss Gene is so overwhelming that Sam has to force himself to leave the room, picking up the discarded envelope as he does. His hands are shaking again as he puts on the kettle, preparing the set of weak painkillers Gene is allowed to take while he waits for the water to boil. It's after he's put the tea bag in that the doorbell goes. Sam curses - that must be Ray... and now Gene will know as well he was there. Grabbing the envelope Sam makes his way over to the door. The exchange happens almost wordlessly. Ray can probably see in Sam's expression what exactly happened, and Sam himself is in no state to explain himself. He does thank Ray for doing this, though; he knows that it was terribly risky to remove such vital evidence from the station. Hopefully he won't be found out... Finally, Sam is in the kitchen again, staring at the mug. He doesn't even notice how his hand is moving across his abdomen, rubbing and scratching. Warren has so much to answer for... Sam wishes he had done more to him, back there in the cell. He wants to make Warren pay, for every stitch in Gene's body, every additional line of pain he's left on his face...! But, no... Sam has to concentrate on Gene. Help him recover, bounce back. Sam is the only person who was there, who knows the full story... He can't fail Gene. He can't-- "We're failing to get any readings." Sam's head snaps up. What--?! "I'm sorry, but it isn't looking good, Mrs Tyler." The kitchen radio. Sam makes his way over, but one glance tells him it's switched off... "Is there really nothing you can do...?" "We'll try one more method, but it's going to take time. At least a week, if not more. And... we can't make promises. It's a risky procedure..." The voice fades into static... and the static fades away. Sam is left staring at the radio for a good few seconds. He'd been so startled by the sudden sound of those voices that he hadn't been able to get any words out... and now they're gone again. They're failing to get readings...?! Is he... is he in too deep...? The thought makes him want to laugh bitterly. He's been having urges to kiss Gene bloody Hunt - if that isn't too deep in, then Sam doesn't know what is. Shit. He does want to wake up. He does want to go home. But not... not yet. Not while Gene needs him... Sam can't just up and leave...! Sam shakes his head. He needs to concentrate. The most important thing right now is to make sure Gene feels better. Therefore, he's going to pick up that mug of herbal tea, along with the painkillers, and carry it all upstairs. And whatever else Gene needs, Sam will provide him with it.* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2017, 12:34 AM Post #1591 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Thankfully no more dramas seem to surface as time goes on - no more photos, nothing like that. Sam carries on looking after Gene just as well as he had before. And Gene carries on healing. Slowly. Days pass and gradually Gene begins to get some strength back. His arms no longer hurt quite so much and the wounds covering him have gotten to that itchy, irritating stage rather than painful. Things are going well, physically. But mentally is another matter. At first it was easier to deal with, the helplessness. But now, it's getting to Gene. Badly. Hes frustrated, both with himself and the situation. With having to sit there all day and night, just waiting for his body to heal. With having Sam help with every little thing. Being unable to shower properly. Being unable to smoke or drink. Being dependent on drugs to get him through. With every meal consisting of soup, soup, soup. He feels like a child. Being mothered. Smothered. And he can't even refuse it. He needs the help. Without Sam right now he'd still even barely be able to pull his own trousers up. It's not Sam's fault, Gene knows that. It's Warren's. But with the constant restless nights, the constant niggling little reminders of how injured he is... He can feel himself snapping. The stress is just... Too high. He's like a volcano, ready to go off.* |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2017, 09:28 AM Post #1592 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Thankfully there are no further disturbances as the days pass. The investigation is under way, and that means the officers have to stick to the rules... so they can't involve Sam. And in a way, that suits Sam just fine. Looking after Gene is a full-time job, not just physically. With every day, Gene becomes more irritable. He's not snapped at Sam so far, but Sam can feel it - they aren't very far off an explosion. He's been bracing himself for it for a couple of days now, while at the same time trying to pretend that he isn't noticing how short-clipped Gene's answers have become. He can't blame Gene, after all. He didn't ask for any of this. It's that thought that makes it easier to bite back remarks, to not address the growing tension in the house. Sam just needs to wait for it to blow over. For Gene to launch into a tirade of complaints, and then be done with it. At least it seems that with Sam sleeping in his bed, the nightmares are holding off somewhat. There have been none as terrible as the one of the first night. And now, nearly two weeks after leaving hospital, Gene is hopefully ready to eat something that's more than just broth... So, late in the morning, Sam heads out to buy vegetables and other groceries he'll need for a good tomato soup. Hopefully that'll lift Gene's spirits... having something that isn't entirely liquid...* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2017, 11:37 PM Post #1593 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam's gone out. There's time enough for a quick breather. Space to be on his own, even though being alone means he's even more unable once again. The space feels freeing for all of five minutes... And then the frustration begins. He wants to lie down... But he's not willing to risk the stairs without a watchful eye yet. He wants a cup of tea, but the mugs are too high in the cupboard for him to reach. Putting a jumper on seems like a good idea, but his still sore arms get tangled in the sleeves. After a few minutes he ends up throwing it on the floor, breaths coming heavy and his insides buzzing with stress. Two weeks. It's been two whole weeks. And while he's better than he was, he can't take how slow recovery is. How his nerves are still fractured, mentally exhausted from the constant effort of fighting off the awful memories and anxiety over what's still to come. Every day it seems to get harder. The uselessness, the pain, the reliance he has to have on Sam... And now he has a chance to breathe, but he can't even do that. Plus, being off the booze is starting to kill. When he feels like this usually that's what he'd turn to. To take the edge off. Warren's even taken that one pleasure from him. That one way to relieve this pressure in his chest. He curses, balling his fists and slamming them down against the arm rests of his chair with pitiful strength. Shit, he can't even physically hit things. He's lifting the bottle to pour a glass before he even really realises what he's doing. The addictive part in his brain is wailing like a siren, drowning out all reason. If he doesn't do something, he'll explode. Sod Warren - if he can drink, he's on the mend. Back to normal. Please, just let this feeling end.... One sip is all it takes. His throat lights up like gas to a flame. He coughs and splutters, stomach burning and churning, rejecting the substance he's just taken in. But then a few deep breaths and it's done. Everything seems to numb. That small hit... It's not enough. The next sip is the opposite. Soothing, stroking down his anxiety with a silky soft touch. God, this is it. This is what he needed... On an empty stomach, it isn't long before Gene's comfortably medicated. The world feels like a soft, warm pillow. His leaden, uncooperative limbs don't even feel like his any more. For Gene, this isn't drunk. It takes a lot more than this to floor him. But he's on the path now. And it's the biggest relief he could imagine.* |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2017, 09:20 AM Post #1594 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam meant to draw his shopping trip out, take his time and give Gene an opportunity to be on his own for a while. But being away from the house is making Sam nervous - as he browses the aisles, he realises that his thoughts return to Gene, start making up all kinds of horror scenarios as to what might happen to Gene while he's gone... It's been two weeks, and he's improved so much, but he still needs help with a lot of tasks. And if he tries anything on his own, and it doesn't work... Forcing himself to remain calm, Sam finishes off his shopping trip and makes his way back to Gene's house. It's going to be fine. Gene is a responsible adult, after all, and surely he knows his own limits; he won't try anything stupid or overreach himself. He won't. A strange jittery feeling in his stomach, Sam unlocks the door and steps inside, putting down his bags as he calls* I'm back! |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2017, 02:08 PM Post #1595 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene realises too late that Sam's back already. He doesn't hear him until Sam calls out. And crap, Sam's going to flip his lid!! He'd meant to clear up before he got back...! Hurriedly, Gene tries to shove the bottle down the side of the chair, but his movements aren't as coordinated as he's used to. His healing wounds pull and his arms are sluggish with weakness. He loses his grip and the bottle falls to the carpet, rolling towards the wall. Shit. Maybe Sam won't notice. Maybe he won't see the pale orange dregs in the glass on the table...* Took your time. You brought enough greenery back to fill a garden again? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2017, 02:14 PM Post #1596 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam pauses as he takes of his jacket, brow furrowing. He could swear he just heard a dull thud... And Gene sounds.... strange. Is that a slight slur in his voice...? Somewhat alarmed, Sam hands up his jacket and pokes his head into the lounge.* I wasn't that long, was I? ... are you alr.......... *Sam's gaze falls on the glass stood on the table. A tumbler. What...* |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2017, 08:30 PM Post #1597 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Gene can see the pause. That moment Sam realises something isn't right. He's seen the glass. Shit.. He might still be able to save this... Pretending nothing's happened, Gene carries on.* Yeah, fine. Good actually. Shop busy? |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2017, 08:38 PM Post #1598 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Sam shoots Gene a glance, but then his eyes fall on the tumbler again. Is that the last remnants of liquid he sees there...? Without responding, he steps into the living room, heading for the coffee table. And as he approaches, he spots something on the carpet, light glancing off.... ... a bottle. Sam stops, blinks. Then he starts moving again, walking past Gene and picking up the bottle. He reads the label, tilts the bottle to see how much of the amber liquid is left. His heart is beating hard and fast in his chest, hears the sound of blood rushing in his ears. Finally, Sam looks at Gene again, his expression somewhere between disbelief, intense worry, and quickly growing, desperate anger. But when he speaks, his voice is deceptively quiet.* ... what the bloody hell is going on? |
![]() |
|
| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2017, 08:53 PM Post #1599 |
|
Detective Chief Inspector
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Oh. Oh okay.* What! *Determined to play this down as much as he can, Gene gestures to the bottle in Sam's hand.* You're waving a bottle around, that's what's going on. |
![]() |
|
| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2017, 08:58 PM Post #1600 |
|
Gladys
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*Oh, so that is how it's gonna be? It's easy to tell that even Gene knows he did something bad - potentially terrible - by how much he's trying to deflect. If he didn't think it was a big deal, he'd meet Sam head-on. Struggling to remain calm, Sam keeps standing still, body rigid with barely suppressed emotions. His voice isn't quite as steady anymore, though.* How much did you drink? *Sam knows that doesn't really matter - every sip would have been one too many - but, irrationally, he needs to know.* |
![]() |
|
| 2 users reading this topic (2 Guests and 0 Anonymous) | |
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Hospital Records · Next Topic » |





![]](http://z5.ifrm.com/static/1/pip_r.png)



2:12 PM Jul 11