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| Topic Started: Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM (14,180 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM Post #1 |
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*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?? * |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 10:02 AM Post #401 |
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With added bedrest. *the conversation is interrupted by a crash from outside - a dustbin falling over or something - followed by a cacophony of Barking from the dogs up the street.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 10:11 AM Post #402 |
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*Sam doesn't seem to mind the sudden crash from outside - but then, his head whips around as the barking starts. It's so loud, so close - suddenly, even the crash earlier seems suspicious. Through the dogs' barking, he's almost able to hear another sound... Growling, claws raking over cobblestones... Sam's hands have developed a death grip on the duvet, his entire body gone rigid.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 10:13 AM Post #403 |
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*Gene turns his head to the window instinctively, then realising it's nothing he turns back to Sam. Sam who suddenly seems frozen like a statue. Gene goes cold.* .... Sam, what's the matter...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 10:16 AM Post #404 |
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*Sam's breath hitches, but he doesn't turn his head to look at Gene - he can't. He's desperately trying to see something, see what's going on outside, all the while fighting the horrible feeling that the beast is coming, coming back for him, to finish what it started...! It takes all his willpower to control his voice enough to speak, and even then it's shaking, the words coming out as a stammer* Wh-wh-wh-what was that? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 10:21 AM Post #405 |
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*confused, Gene gets up and moves to Sam's side of the bed.* It was just a dog, Sam.... Some noisy mutt from round the corner... What's wrong with you?? *Though Gene feels that deep down he knows what's making Sam react like this, and it makes him feel awful.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 10:27 AM Post #406 |
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*What's wrong with him? Sam wants to laugh instead of being frozen in fear. He desperately wants to laugh it off. If he could just... See.....!!!* Can you - c-can you check, please. That there's -- n-n-nothing outs-side. *Every word he forces out hurts his pride - having to expose himself like this, knowing that Gene will probably make fun of him - but he can't help it, the fear has taken over. He's just so managing to keep himself from panicking completely, but he doesn't know how long he'll be able to keep it up... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 01:42 PM Post #407 |
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*Check there's nothing outside... Jesus, it's clear. Sam's imagining there's a monster outside. And while Gene would usually laugh and make a joke, he can't this time. Because he remembers what it's like. He remembers seeing a flash of fur, dribbling jaws, claws several inches long... Gene can't make fun of Sam now, not when he knows exactly what he's feeling. Forcing his voice to be as gentle and calm as he can,* Sam, there's nothing out there. Trust me. It's a piddling little poodle or something. There's nothing outside. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 02:18 PM Post #408 |
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*Sam's grip on the duvet becomes even tighter, the material giving an audible creak. He can't see Gene's expression, and he can't see what's outside. Just Gene's words won't do. Sam opens his mouth, but nothing comes out - it's like the words can't get past his wildly beating heart. There's a rustling noise outside, more barking. It makes Sam flinch, making himself smaller than he already is by drawing up his shoulder and ducking his head without even realising. Finally, he manages to whisper* .... please. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 03:12 PM Post #409 |
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*Shit. Okay. Gene can deal with this.* Okay, alright. I'll go check, just stay right here. *He turns, shutting the door behind him. There's a rumbling as he jogs down the stairs and moves across the living room. He knows there'll be nothing there, but at least he can do something about the noise and let Sam think he's checked for monsters. He throws open the window and hangs out of it, spotting the source of the noise. And at the top of his voice, he yells* IF YOU DON'T SHUT THAT BLOODY DOG UP I'LL SHOVE YOU THROUGH A SLICER AND TURN YOU INTO IT'S EVENING MEAL OF KIBBLE! GOT IT!? *satisfied that his message has gotten through, he slams the window shut and returns to Sam's room, closing the door quietly behind him.* There's nothing there, Sam just a little dog. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 03:37 PM Post #410 |
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*Sam looks up abruptly as Gene gets up, but before he can say anything he's out of the door and gone. Sam is left behind, his heart racing and chest heaving. He can hear the sound of Gene running down the stairs. Shit, he doesn't want to be alone. Rationally, he knows there's nothing there, that it really is just some stupid dog - but what if there is something? Gene is only human, he can't fight against something as monstrous as that beast... Before Sam can get any further down the spiral, he's startled out of it by Gene's distant yet distinct shouting. There's silence, then footsteps coming up the stairs. Finally, the door opens, and Sam is able to make out Gene's now familiar silhouette. There's nothing there. Gene went and checked. Nothing there. Sam nods mutely, lowering his gaze. His hands are still fisted into the duvet, shaking faintly, and despite him trying to take deep breaths to calm down, his heart is still racing out of control.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 03:48 PM Post #411 |
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*Gene sighs silently as he sees how shaken Sam still is. What a mess. What a bloody mess. And what can Gene say? Even though it hurts to do it all he can do is lie. Say that monsters aren't real, even though Sam's technically lying right next to one. Stuck, Gene lets his hand fall into Sam's hair, giving it a friendly ruffle.* Listen. Don't you worry about these things, Sam. Okay? I know it gave you a damn good scare but you've got to try and listen to the brain you're so proud of. *to emphasise the point, He drops his hand from Sam's hair.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 09:02 PM Post #412 |
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*Sam doesn't look up as he hears Gene move closer, but then there's that hand in his hair, ruffling it up. He raises his head slightly, taken by surprise - and not just by Gene's actions. His voice is so gentle, and he hasn't cracked a single joke so far. He hasn't made fun of Sam a single time yet. It's only now sinking in. Sam exhales shakily, some of the tension bleeding away. Gene's gentle voice is helping calm down, and it's doing even more than that: it's making Sam trust his Guv, trust him enough to open up. Quietly, his voice still on the verge of breaking, he says* ... I know what I saw that night. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 10:40 PM Post #413 |
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*at first it seems as though Gene's helping Sam - helping him to calm down and think rationally. But then Sam comes out with that... And it makes Gene hesitate. Carefully, he asks in a tone much more guarded than before* And what was that, then. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 10:49 PM Post #414 |
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*Sam is too deep in his own head still to notice the subtle change in Gene's tone of voice, but there's still something about it that makes him want to continue - even if it means that Gene will make fun of him or tell him he's crazy. But somehow, it feels as though... As though Gene won't do that. The mood is too sombre for that. So, haltingly, Sam continues* I saw... I-I saw a huge beast. I thought it... It was a w-wolf, at first... But some... Something was off. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 10:53 PM Post #415 |
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*Don't use the word 'wolf' for God's sake... Gene's jaw tenses.* 'Off' as in it was just a German Shepherd? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 11 2016, 08:57 PM Post #416 |
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*Sam sucks in a breath, shoulders growing tense again, but then he soldiers on. He hasn't talked about this since Gene came to visit him the first time at hospital... But now it needs to get out.* It had tusks. Like some... some kind of... boar. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 13 2016, 12:08 AM Post #417 |
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*Gene grits his teeth, taking this in. Sam must have seen Edwards properly, then... He must have gotten a good look. There's no way he'll be able to convince Sam it was just a dog. Tense and floundering for other explanations he could provide, Gene can do nothing other than make a sound and wait for Sam to continue.* Mhm...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 14 2016, 09:27 AM Post #418 |
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*Gene isn't interrupting him? That's... Surprisingly encouraging. Sam takes a breath and then continues, his voice slightly stronger than before.* It had... Claws, like a predator. It was huge - even as I was... As I was standing up. And the teeth-- *Sam breaks off, his voice betraying him. Then, he gives a bitter laugh.* I suppose I can count myself lucky it only bit my leg instead of going all out and ripping out my intestines--! |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 14 2016, 10:40 PM Post #419 |
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*The level of detail that Sam saw is disturbing. The height, the claws, the teeth... And then that statement. Gene can imagine it, Edwards ripping into Sam - leaving the mess for CID to find the next morning. It makes him shudder, the odd ache in his stomach giving a hard pulse. Gene swallows, his voice quiet as he speaks through his discomfort.* Don't. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 15 2016, 02:02 PM Post #420 |
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*Sam had been about to go on, but that little word makes him stop and look up abruptly. He still can't see Gene's face properly, but the way he forced that word out... it tells Sam everything he needs to know about Gene's state of mind. He's speechless for a few seconds, simply staring at his Guv. He's emotional about this. He isn't joking, like he usually would. He really... Christ. Finally, Sam's expression softens. Regret is audible in his voice, Sam quietly says* ... Sorry. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 15 2016, 10:50 PM Post #421 |
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*after a moment of trying to rid himself of the visual, Gene realises that Sam's said something - an apology even. Sam has nothing to apologise for. He was merely making a joke. Gene wants to say he doesn't know what came over him, but in truth he does know. The thought of Sam lying there, innards out, bleeding to death... It hurts in ways he hadn't expected. But he can't let Sam see. His DI's already in enough distress as it is, even though Gene can't help being grateful that this conversation seems to be over. Sounding as nonchalant as he can, Gene grunts.* Dont be sorry. Just don't mention your ruddy intestines again, alright? And Sam... Whatever you saw... It was dark. You were panicked and on guard. It happened fast, the light was bad... It was a dog. Okay? Just a big hairy dog. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 16 2016, 08:31 PM Post #422 |
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*There it is, the gruffness. But it comes too late - Gene has already revealed how much Sam's "joke" has shaken him. Sam regrets it as much as it's sparked a kind of.. Hope within him. Hope for what, he can't really tell. But it's there. At least, until Gene once again tries to shut him down. Sam's jaw sets, and he lowers his head. For a moment, he debates with himself whether or not to go on - but now that they're talking, properly... He has to say what he hasn't told anyone else yet.* ... There was something else. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 16 2016, 11:28 PM Post #423 |
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*Oh god... What's this now? The more Sam tells him the more sure Gene becomes that Sam isn't just going to let this go. He's seen too much. And that thought scares Gene in an entirely new way. What if Warren has that same thought? Holding his breath, Gene rummages in his pocket for a cigarette.* Oh? There's more? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 17 2016, 01:22 PM Post #424 |
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*Sam can hear the rustling, can only guess at what Gene is doing - but it doesn't matter anyway. Gene wants to hear it, so Sam is going to say it. He takes a deep breath.* There was another animal there. ... Another beast. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 17 2016, 11:51 PM Post #425 |
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*trying to sound disinterested or disbelieving, he shoves a cigarette into his mouth and flicks open his lighter.* Oh, that so. And what was it this time? Great white shark? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 18 2016, 11:59 AM Post #426 |
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*Sam chooses to ignore the jibe this time - this is difficult already... He flinches slightly when he hears the lighter flick on, and it takes him a moment to realise what it means. Gene is gonna smoke in this room. Sam has half a mind to tell him not to - but then, this is Gene's own house, and Sam is the guest... He can't well tell Gene what to do in his own house. So Sam continues, not commenting on that either.* ...i don't know. I don't know what it was. It arrived after... *at a loss of words, Sam merely gestures towards his face* ... I never saw it. But whatever it was, it... ... It saved my life. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 18 2016, 10:46 PM Post #427 |
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*Gene watches as Sam gestures to his face. That's right, Sam never saw him. Fingers trembling just a little, he raises the now lit cigarette to his lips. A part of him wants to tell Sam - tell him that yes, he was there. That it was him who saved Sam's life. Let him know that his DCI's got his back. His friend's looking out for him. Try to give Sam some reassurance amongst all this emotional chaos. But he can't. All he can do is act as nonchalant as he can and deflect. Try to make Sam doubt himself even more, however much it pains him to do that. Gene's had his own fair share of doubts about what he saw those years ago - he knows how it can shatter a person's trust in themselves. Three weeks Gene was in denial - until the next full moon came.* ... So Bigfoot saved your life? What else happened? Loch Ness Monster call 999? Think about it, Sam. It's cracked. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 19 2016, 08:33 PM Post #428 |
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*Think about it, Sam. It's cracked. That stings. Sam's jaw sets, his shoulders going tense. He knows it sounds fantastic, but...!* *frustrated, raising his voice* I know what it sounds like! But-- *Sam exhales heavily* Look, I bloody remember - its fur, the smell, the... *He reaches up, touching the side of his head, right where the beast had licked him.* It carried me. It must've carried me right up to the hospital. Jesus Christ, Gene, I know how it sounds. But you know - you know I wouldn't make something like that up. I bloody wouldn't. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 19 2016, 11:13 PM Post #429 |
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*again, it hurts Gene to have to lie. To try and convince Sam that he's mistaken. But he has to do it. There's no other option.* I know you wouldn't make it up for shits and giggles. Not on purpose! But it was dark! You've been workin' so hard I'm not surprised your brain was doin' even weirder things than usual. It wouldn't be the first time you'd been seeing things, would it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 20 2016, 05:51 PM Post #430 |
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!! *Sam opens his mouth, but then closes it again, gritting his teeth. His hands curl into tight fists. Shit. Shit. He can't counter that. Since the first couple days he'd been here, he'd avoided talking about his home when Gene was around, had kept that to the few private moments he'd had with Annie. But clearly, his DCI is far more perceptive than Sam had assumed... And now he's using whatever he's heard against Sam. That hurts in an entirely unexpected way. Finally, Sam forces himself to say* ... I don't know what you're talking about. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 20 2016, 11:18 PM Post #431 |
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*Gene's heart hurts for a moment. He's clearly touched a nerve. He hadn't wanted to talk about this, but it might be his only way out.* Don't think I haven't heard about you muttering to the electronics. Nobody's gonna believe you, Sam. *his stomach sinks even as he says it. Because nobody would have believed him either, had he told anyone after his first transformation.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 21 2016, 08:30 PM Post #432 |
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*Every word Gene says hits home, chipping away at Sam's composure. He's staring at the blanket without seeing it, his eyes wide behind the sunglasses. The worst thing is, that Sam knows it's true. Nobody would believe him. Maybe Annie, but what can she do? And if... if Gene doesn't believe him, then... His voice shaking with the effort of keeping a grip on himself, Sam grits out* I'm not mad. I'm not. Edited by Sam Tyler, Aug 21 2016, 08:30 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 21 2016, 11:50 PM Post #433 |
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*Gene screws his eyes shut and sighs. He's doing the right thing. He is. He just has to keep reminding himself.* Then stop trying to tell me a gigantic monster boar almost gobbled you up. Okay? *Gene can protect Sam from the monsters, but there's also the men in white coats to worry about... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 22 2016, 06:18 PM Post #434 |
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*Sam can't take it anymore. His voice is loud suddenly.* But it's the truth! *He grabs the glasses and all but rips them off his face, revealing the long gashes across it for Gene to see.* Do you really think this was done by a dog? Eh?! I saw it, I bloody SAW it, Gene - I saw it raise its paw and-- *Overwhelmed by the memory, Sam breaks off* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 22 2016, 07:41 PM Post #435 |
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*Gene blinks at the force of Sam's sudden outburst. God, he really isn't going to let this go...!* Doesn't matter what I think, does it!! It's impossible, that's what matters! *lets out a frustrated breath, rubbing his hand across his face. He doesn't want to look at Sam's scars - not when he's using them to force a point. A point that Gene can't acknowledge for both of their safety... He needs to change the subject, and quick.* What were you even doing out there anyway!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 22 2016, 08:09 PM Post #436 |
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*Sam is about to shoot back - but Gene's question throws him. He stops short, frowning. What was he... Then he remembers. Jesus Christ.* Joni. I was waiting for her... She was going to give me evidence... *Bloody hell, if she got attacked as well...! Sam goes pale just thinking about it. And how could he possibly have forgotten about her?!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 22 2016, 08:27 PM Post #437 |
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*Joni. Shit. It makes sense. Sam trusted her. Why would he trust her!?? Then he catches himself. Of course Sam would trust her. Damsel in distress, big doe eyes, pretty face... Sam's heart is too good. He couldn't ever ignore the pleas of a troubled girl. With a frustrated growl,* Like shit she was. She stitched you up like a kipper!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 22 2016, 08:29 PM Post #438 |
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*Sam, having sunken into a spiral of scenarios of Joni bleeding out on the pavement, in a back alley, by the canal, in the canal, blinks - and looks up abruptly. Stitched him up?* ......... ... What? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 23 2016, 12:26 AM Post #439 |
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...... *... Shit... Suddenly thankful that Sam can't see the shade of white his face just went, Gene decides this conversation has to end. It's getting too difficult to hide what he needs to. He pushes himself off the bed, brushing himself down as casually as he can.* Y'know what... You should be deep in la-la land right now. I'm keepin' you up. *taking a step towards the door* You need anything just give me a yell. I'll leave you to get some shut-eye. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 23 2016, 08:42 AM Post #440 |
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No, no, wait-- *Gene isn't getting out of this, not this time. Feeling the bed dip as Gene gets up, Sam sits up - he needs to ask about this, because how would Gene know with such certainty--! But the movement happens too fast, too sudden. Pain erupts from his side, shoots through the damaged muscles in his leg. Suddenly Sam is doubled over, his own choked-off scream ringing in his ears. His eyes, already sensitive, fill up with tears immediately at the sudden stimulus.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 23 2016, 11:18 PM Post #441 |
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Shit! *Gene takes an urgent step back to the bedside, placing his hands on Sam's shoulders and firmly easing him back down again.* No sudden movements, remember?! Jesus... *Gene grits his teeth, watching as Sam tries to cope* ... You torn anything? *worry swirling at the pit of his stomach, Gene lifts the duvet from Sam's leg, intending to check for signs of blood* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 24 2016, 11:34 AM Post #442 |
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*Sam is powerless in the face of this sudden outburst of agony, his eyes screwed shut and overflowing, his breath coming out in short, heaving gasps. There's no resistance as Gene makes him lie down, nor as he raises the blanket. Luckily it seems that nothing's been torn - the bandages are still as white as they have been. And the stitches to the side of his abdomen seem to be alright as well. But bloody hell, it feels as though his whole body got ripped open again. Sam is unable to answer, instead having to live through the agony and wait until it starts subsiding. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 24 2016, 11:13 PM Post #443 |
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*Gene inspects the bandage carefully, scanning his eyes from Sam's leg to his side, whipping Sam's shirt up a little to check for blood there too. As he pulls Sam's shirt back down and lets the covers settle back over him, Gene breathes a sigh of relief. No bleeding. That's good. Next thing, painkillers. Gene reaches out to the nightstand and quickly unscrews the bottle of pills.* Okay... 'Bout time for another top up, I think. Can you swallow, d'you reckon? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 25 2016, 09:25 AM Post #444 |
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*Sam only half registers what Gene is doing, the pain entirely overriding most of his senses. As it slowly begins subsiding, he becomes aware of the moisture on his face. Bloody hell, it's all too much... Angrily, Sam reaches up and starts scrubbing at his eyes, for once not thinking about what that might do to his scars. Gene's words make him stop though, and Sam turns his head towards him, despite not being able to see more than blurred and smeared shapes. Painkillers... Yeah. Much as he doesn't want it to be so, he needs them. Sam nods and starts pushing himself up again - carefully, this time - so that he'll be able to drink down the necessary water along with the pills.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 25 2016, 11:32 PM Post #445 |
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*concerned again by Sam's passive and silent nod, Gene tries to help Sam sit up as best as he can before placing the tablets into Sam's palm, followed by the nearby glass of water. But that's not all he needs to do. Sam still has wetness on his cheeks, and Sam rubbing it off using his sleeve isn't going to do his face much good...* C'mere... *Gene leans over and rips a handful of sheets off the toilet roll he'd provided earlier, leaning in and slowly dabbing around the scratches. It's intimate and makes Gene's cheeks heat up a little, but as long as Sam can't see that, he'll do this thing for him.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 26 2016, 05:40 PM Post #446 |
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*Sam hadn't wanted to let Gene touch him again. He'd wanted to finally confront Gene, because clearly, he knows so much more about all this than he's letting on. Suspicions are once again forming in Sam's head - that his DCI might be in on all of this, that he's simply putting on an act... But all this evaporates as Sam feels soft paper dabbing away at his tears. He blinks, freezes, pills and glass gripped tightly in his hands, though he makes no move to swallow them. He also makes no move to stop Gene. After a few seconds, however, he looks up slowly. Gene is so close to him now, he's almost able to make out his features. For the first time in over a week. Sam's eyes move, searching his face. Is it only the light in here, or does Gene seem... strangely pale? Sam can't tell. Finally, once the tears start subsiding, Sam quietly asks, his voice somewhat shaky with confused emotions* ... why are you doing all this? *Why are you lying? Why do you still care? Why do you go to such lengths to help me? Why aren't you telling me what's going on? Why do you keep throwing me off like this?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 26 2016, 07:26 PM Post #447 |
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*At Sam's question the dabbing slowly stops, Gene's muscles freezing as he tries to come up with an answer. Why IS he doing all this? He swallows, suddenly realising how he looks and what exactly he's doing, Gene retracts his arm as though he's been burned. To look after Sam this carefully was just an impulse - something he did without thinking. He can't explain it. So he gives the only answer he can, as though his statement is the simplest thing in the world* Well... You're my DI, aren't you. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 26 2016, 08:55 PM Post #448 |
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*As Gene stops, Sam holds his breath, growing tense as well. Even if he can't properly see his face, Sam can feel the cogs whirring inside his DCI's brain. And then, he pulls back, fast. Despite the turmoil in his mind, Sam can't help but feel a pang of regret at that loss of proximity. Finally, Gene's answer comes... Sam grits his teeth, scoffing.* That's no explanation. You were ready to get rid of me when the whole thing with Warren started. I was rocking the boat, and neither you nor he liked that. *That's right, this whole mess started with Warren... with Joni wanting to help... ... and Gene said she's stitched Sam up...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 26 2016, 10:38 PM Post #449 |
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*Gene frowns, feeling Sam picking up this uncomfortable line of questioning again. Trying to discourage Sam from asking more, he sits up straighter and says in a more clipped tone,* And I don't like half the other things you do, but it doesn't cross my mind to set Lassie's evil twin on you, does it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 27 2016, 10:08 AM Post #450 |
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*Sam uses the short silence between them to finally swallow down the pills (the pain is still pulsing away, he can't think properly), but Gene's reply does nothing to appease him. To the contrary, it immediately sparks another question. Because if Gene said it doesn't cross HIS mind... * Then whose idea was it? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 27 2016, 02:09 PM Post #451 |
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*The worry begins to bubble up more strongly again. Sam's being so damn tenacious. But of course, Gene should have expected that. It's not like Sam to just let something go.* Nobody's! Jesus Sam, just let it go. Just concentrate on getting your face back together, yeah?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 27 2016, 04:05 PM Post #452 |
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*Sam presses his lips together, involuntarily pouting - what does he say to this? Its clear that, despite everything, Gene genuinely cares... He wants Sam to recover. ... Or does he? He said Joni stitched him up. And who would she have done that for?* ... *Sam freezes, things finally clicking into place.* ... Is this to do with Warren? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 27 2016, 10:13 PM Post #453 |
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*Gene can feel his hackles rising - this isn't going down a good path. If Sam connects this to Warren, he might try and take him down again. And then Gene knows all bets'll be off. Sam'll be fair game again. Warren said as much. Voice hard and anxious, Gene points two fingers at Sam.* You stop right there. You're not to even mention Warren again. End. Of. *He needs to bail out of this conversation. Sam needs to rest, Gene needs to rest. And to protect Sam from further harm, he needs to shut this down. He stands up, turning his back on Sam.* Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 27 2016, 10:20 PM Post #454 |
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*Even with his vision still being blurry, Sam can see the two-finger-point, and the ice in Gene's voice almost makes him shiver, his own eyes widening slightly. If he were in any better state, Sam would be furiously arguing, rounding Gene up, cornering him. His reaction is a dead giveaway. But Sam isn't in a good state. The painkillers have started to kick in, slowing down his brain, making his eyes droop. He's tired, he's in pain.And the way Gene is towering over him now - not even looking at him - takes away anything Sam may have said in response. He can only stare at Gene's back, a dark, imposing wall against the fuzzy background.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Aug 28 2016, 11:28 AM.
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 27 2016, 10:30 PM Post #455 |
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*Gene feels awful, leaving Sam just like that. But it's for Sam's own protection. He'll just have to hope Sam gets the message. For both their sakes. Feeling sick and uneasy (both from the conversation and the odd pains in his stomach), Gene flicks Sam's light off and retreats to his bedroom, in for a night of restless sleep and unsettling dreams.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 28 2016, 12:00 PM Post #456 |
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*And that's it - just like that, Sam is left sitting in the dark. No answers, just more questions. ... Warren. If this is all Warren's doing... But how...?! Sam's thoughts begin to swirl into a spiral, until it makes his head ache. He sinks down into a lying position with a soft groan, squeezing his eyes shut. What a fucking mess. Somehow, Sam falls asleep, though it's anything but restful. And that also applies for the week that follows. Gene is avoiding him as far as possible, although he still looks after Sam in a way he never would have expected. He changes Sam's bandages, helps him with the drops, does anything Sam needs. Just like his mum would have. His mum. That's another thing: Sam hasn't heard the voices from the future again. Nothing on the radio, nothing in his dreams. Not even the girl in the red dress has visited him (not that he's missing her). It's disconcerting. Is it because he's slipped into a deeper state of coma? Has his dream become too absurd? That line if thinking makes Sam's head spin. Maybe that's the reason why he doesn't try to confront Gene again during the next few days - though he knows that's only half the truth. Sam needs more facts, more evidence. He can't base an accusation on a collection of things Gene has and hasn't said - it would be unprofessional. However, that doesn't mean be isn't constantly thinking about it. Questionijg his memory of the attack. Going over all the hints that have been dropped. It's the only thing he can do to entertain himself, really. Just listening to the radio really isn't enough. Gene sometimes reads him the news (completely making up the football results in City's favour - too bad for him that Sam also avidly follows the football coverage of the radio and knows for a fact that United are in the lead), but that's it. However, his sight has undoubtedly been improving. Every day, Sam is able to discern a bit more, tell apart wallpaper from pictures hanging on the wall, guessing at the pattern of Gene's tie. Annie comes to visit, twice. She's a ray of warm light in the drearyness of Sam's current existence, her chatter from the station a welcome change of pace. But once she's gone, Sam is left to his own devices again, his thoughts returning to the problem at hand once more. Finally, one morning, Sam opens his eyes. He's used to his vision being fuzzy during the first quarter of an hour, although he notes with a flash of hope that the light doesn't sting his eyes anymore. It's very early in the morning, on a weekend, so Gene isn't up yet. Sam pushes himself up until he's sat upright, picking up the newspaper Gene had left on the stand the night before. It's become a habit, having it in his lap and waiting for an hour every morning, to see if he'll be able to read anything. Half an hour passes; Sam turns up the radio as well, for good measure, though he keeps the volume low so as not to wake Gene. Lost in his thoughts, he stares down at his lap. Weekend - so Gene will be in. More awkward silence, then, both of them cautious. Sam knows Gene has been very careful with what he's been saying, ever since that first evening. This behaviour has been sparking Sam's suspicions and discomfort, although he finds himself not wanting to believe that Gene would be mixed up in all of this. Sam's eyes wander across the page - he's opening the paper at the sports section, of all things, and there's a pang of dissatisfaction when he notes that United lost to Arsenal - Gene won't shut up about that for the rest of the day then... ... Hang on. Sam sits up suddenly, wincing at the faint stab of pain through his side. He concentrates on the writing in front of him, properly this time. He can read. Sam looks up. The room he's in is cast in the soft light of dawn, but there's no mistaking it - he can make out the flowery pattern on the wallpaper, his clothes folded on the chair opposite his bed, the shelf of books to his right. He can see. For several long minutes, Sam merely sits where he is, marvelling. His vision blurs over slightly whenever he blinks, but it recovers quickly enough, and his eyes aren't hurting, or even itching.... He can't help it, he let's out a quiet, shaky laugh. The last time he felt this relieved was when he'd been told that May was safe...! As quietly as he can, Sam gets out of bed, grabbing his cane in the process. He's been practising walking during the last 7 days, and is almost back to something resembling proper mobility - his leg doesn't hurt too badly anymore, it's just somewhat stiff. Still not wanting to wake up Gene, Sam makes his way to the bathroom, splashing water into his face. There, for the first time since the attack, he sees his face. He knows it was to be expected, but the sight of the scars still takes Sam's breath away, making ice pool at the pit of his stomach. The skin is still healing, pink and tender along the ridges. When he traces them with his fingers, it sends a sickening tingling sensation through his nerves. Those will stay. This is his new face. Mind gone strangely blank, Sam limps out of the bathroom finally, down to the kitchen. Breakfast, that is what he needs. A brew, some toast. Gene must have stocked up. Not quite as careful as before, Sam begins pottering about the kitchen, slowly discovering the things he needs and putting together a breakfast for himself. The sight of his scars has out him in a strange head space, so he doesn't even consider that Gene might wake up and come down to eat as well... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 28 2016, 10:54 PM Post #457 |
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*Gene spends the next few days torn between completely avoiding Sam and trying to help as much as he can. However much he wants to distance himself from the questions and suspicious bleary-eyed stares, he still feels responsible for this, at least partly. It's not his fault, he knows it deep down - but it's his responsibility to keep the darker world hidden from those he loves, and he's failed this time. And look what happened. His DI, his right hand man and the man who he's been beginning to consider a best mate - scarred, frightened and confused. Between his duties as a temporary carer and working his job, Gene smokes more than usual, drinks more than usual - Warren's been keeping him stocked up, and though he hates to touch anything that man's provided, he can't turn down anything to help him escape. Having to twist the facts of Sam's case to protect Warren makes the animal in his gut howl with pain and rage. He needs to escape from that somehow. That and the ever increasing discomfort and lethargy he feels physically. But he'll just have to chalk those up to stress for now. If it doesn't go away in another few weeks or so Gene'll have to go see a doctor about it. Just another thing to worry about. This particular morning though, rather than the groggy, headachey start he's been growing used to, Gene wakes instantly. What the hell was that noise!? It can't be Sam, he's still a bleary-eyed mess in the mornings... Throwing the duvet off himself, Gene pads downstairs warily in his pants and vest, half expecting to have to have a half-naked wrestle with a burglar. But no - there's Sam in the kitchen, preparing himself some food with the best hand-eye coordination Gene's seen from him since before the incident. This time it's Gene's turn to blink convulsively. Sam looks.... Good!* Either you've developed some kind of bizarre kitchen-navigating sixth sense or you're feeling a bit better! |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 29 2016, 09:37 AM Post #458 |
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*Sam has been so lost in his thoughts and concentrating on making that breakfast without any major accidents, that he only notices Gene when the latter speaks up. Sam looks up abruptly and over at Gene, surprise evident in his expression - it's so early, he didn't think Gene would be up...! But then, a smile flashes across his face. He still has difficulties focusing on things, especially when they're far away (Gene still appears somewhat blurry) , but it's nothing like it was during the last few days. And the fact that Gene acknowledges that in such an upbeat manner makes Sam's own mood soar.* Not just a bit. I can see your tea is about to expire. *He holds up the teabag as evidence with a grin that can only be described as cheeky, before dropping it into a mug.* Breakfast? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 29 2016, 10:17 PM Post #459 |
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*Still getting over his surprise at seeing Sam up and about so early, Gene stumbles over his words a little before managing to reply.* If you're making. S'about time you started pulling your weight. Not a lot of it to pull, after all! *he makes his way into the kitchen properly, pulling a chair out from under the table and dropping into it.* You sure you're not gonna have some kind of horrific accident? Mistake your fingers for sausages and accidentally sautee them or something? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 30 2016, 08:37 PM Post #460 |
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*Sam huffs, placing a spoon into his mug before reaching up to the cupboard to extract another mug for Gene.* Told you. I can see the fine print that's telling me you've not bothered to get fresh tea for at least a year. And the milk's about to go off. *He holds up the bottle as proof, eyebrows raised. Gene is still a little blurry - Sam's eyes are still focused on closer things - but something about him seems... off. Still, Sam won't comment on it just yet. His own emotions are still in disorder; he needs a bit of banter. A bit of routine, as normal as it could get in the current situation.* You want toast, or...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 30 2016, 11:27 PM Post #461 |
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*Gene pouts his lips as he studies Sam closely. He does look a hell of a lot better than he did before. And he's moving around alright, able to read small text... It's amazing to see.* Yeah, go on then. Be nice to have you waiting on me hand and foot for a change! *Then, ignoring a pang across his chest, determined to keep Sam in high spirits through their usual digs at each other,* And if it's 'about' to go off, it's not actually off, Smarty Pants. So no nagging. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 31 2016, 08:14 PM Post #462 |
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*Sam snorts softly* Well, you're looking a bit peaky, so maybe it's the milk's been doing that. *He sets the jug down on the table pointedly, then moves over to another cupboard that has a package of bread sticking out of it. There are eggs in the fridge as well, so he might be able to fry up something... If his leg and side allow him too. The thought brings him back to his own state - the injuries that haven't yet healed, and the scars. Gene doesn't seem to be staring, not really... but then, he's had enough opportunity for that during the last week. Having sobered up a bit, but still determined to keep his mind off all these unpleasant things (he needs breakfast, badly), Sam asks* M'sorry if I woke you up - found it a bit hard to stay in bed after I realized... y'know. Edited by Sam Tyler, Sep 1 2016, 11:47 AM.
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 31 2016, 11:16 PM Post #463 |
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*Looking peaky? He's not surprised - he feels it too.* Yeah, yeah. After you realised you could finally start checking the food I've been giving you isn't rotting in the tins, I get it. *Gene leans back in his chair, eyes fixed on Sam, barely able to believe that he's up and about like this, not squinting or knocking things off the counter.* So if you can see, you'll be back to work soon, then! Desk duty obviously. And biscuit runs to stretch your legs! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 1 2016, 08:36 PM Post #464 |
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*Sam rolls his eyes a little at Gene's comment (carefully, though - his eyes still feel somewhat rusty in their sockets), but secretly he's glad that his DCI isn't letting any awkwardness form between them. There's enough of that whenever it comes to the topic of Sam's injuries. And then he talks about work... Sam's readied the frying pan and is keeping his eyes trained on that as he places a bit of butter in it.* Bates said I'd have to wait at least until my stitches are out - which is happening at the beginning of next week, if all goes well. *Consciously keeping himself from glancing over, Sam adds* No one's gonna be objecting to me returning to work, then? *What he means is: is Gene acting on his own, or has Sam's return been sanctioned by someone? Someone like Warren?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 1 2016, 11:39 PM Post #465 |
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*Okay, next week. That's not too far away, that's good. Sams question gives Gene pause, though. The 'no one' - exactly which no one is Sam thinking of here? Guard rising slowly, Gene answers nonchalantly.* Not unless you start tripping over table legs into people's coffee. As long as you can see and move around, it's all fine by me. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 2 2016, 08:30 PM Post #466 |
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*Hmm. Gene deflected well there - but Sam wouldn't expect anything else. For now, he lets it go, concentrating on the sizzling toast and eggs in front of him.* Right. Wasn't sure what the general opinion on invalids at CID was. *Sam's tone is light, but there is a tiny hint of edge there. Because the truth is, Sam has been thinking about that. Returning to work, looking the way he does now. He'll still have to rely on the cane for a few weeks, Bates told him... and there's the scars. He can't hide those. Sam can practically see Chris' wide-eyed stare, jaw slack, his cigarette dropping from his lips. The image should make him laugh, but Sam's fist clenches slightly around the spatula he's holding.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 2 2016, 11:59 PM Post #467 |
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*Gene snorts, folding his arms over his sore stomach. If this carries on there'll be two invalids, not one!* The opinion is whatever I say it is. And I want you back, so anyone else's opinions differ, they can sort it out with me. *Gene can guess what Sam's hesitation is - the scars are obvious across his face. Annie's already seen, but the others...* Why, you hoping for more paid holiday? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 3 2016, 09:51 AM Post #468 |
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*Sam pauses in his motions for a moment. Gene... Gene wants him back. He's never said it this clearly, and now that he has, it comes as more of a surprise than it really should. Sam realizes that he'd still half assumed that there was something wrong with how his DCI has been caring about him - that there was some kind of ulterior motive. But this... Belatedly, Sam shakes his head, flipping over one of the toasts.* Not really. It'll be good to get back into the swing of things. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 3 2016, 10:21 PM Post #469 |
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*Gene nods decisively. That's settled then!* Good. But not too much swinging. Little swings. 'Little girl in a play park' swings. At least until you're free of that cane. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 4 2016, 08:20 PM Post #470 |
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*Sam can't help a little smile, stepping away from the frying pan for a moment to pour the now boiling water into their respective mugs.* Yes, Guv. *He falls silent then, concentrating on finishing their breakfast. It's only now struck him just how odd this would seem to outsides - a DI, cooking breakfast for his half-dressed DCI. ... half-dressed... Sam glances over, and indeed - Gene is wearing nothing but his pants and vest, hair appearing ruffled. Very quickly, he looks back to the pan, feeling his cheeks grow a little hotter, and trying to convince himself that it's because of the heat wafting up from the fry-up. He needs to distract himself, and quickly.* What's the plan for today then? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 4 2016, 11:33 PM Post #471 |
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*Gene answers quickly, mind set on exactly what he wants to do.* Do absolutely sod all. Napping, drinking, TV, a few fag breaks... And not a damn thing else. *what with work, caring for Sam and his odd persistent aches and pains, Gene just needs a weekend full of nothing. Plus it isn't that long until the next full moon... He needs to be strong enough for that... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 5 2016, 09:20 PM Post #472 |
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*Sam's lips quirk up again.* Sounds good. *As the toast and eggs continue to sizzle, Sam carefully moves over to the fridge again - if he isn't very much mistaken, he spotted some ham in there as well... and indeed, there it is, already cut into nice little stripes. Gene must have prepared that for some occasion. It makes Sam's work considerably easier as he limps back to the stove and adds the bacon to the fry-up, a pleasant smell filling the kitchen soon after. The tea is ready as well by now, so Sam leaves the pan be again to get rid of the tea bags. He moves to grab one of them - but then thinks better of it. He looks up, a slightly awkward expression on his face.* ... Better if you take that. I can't guarantee I won't spill it. *despite his feeling better, hes still limping considerably, so balancing a mug full of tea is a bit... risky.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 6 2016, 12:01 AM Post #473 |
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*Gene lets the smell of breakfast wash over him as Sam works - the soft sizzling, the sound of someone pottering around... The pleasantness of it is enough to start Gene falling asleep again. Lulled, Gene rests his elbows on the table, cheek planted firmly on one hand, settling in to watch Sam busy himself - as much as he can through slowly drooping eyelids, anyway. At the sound of Sam's voice, Gene blinks in surprise, straightening up. Confused, his eyes flick down to the cup on the counter.* Oh. Yeah. *He pushes himself up and takes the mug, leaning the second one there for Sam to sip at.* Taa. *sitting back down heavily, Gene cradles the mug between both hands and tries to wake himself up again.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 6 2016, 08:57 PM Post #474 |
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*Seeing Gene slumped over the desk as he is gives Sam both a pang of unexpected worry, and even less expected... fondness. He's not seen his Guv this vulnerable before - or this familiar. It makes him regret that he forced Gene to get up, and he gives him an apologetic glance as the man moves past him to retrieve the mug. His eyes end up following Gene back across the room. Did he just imagine it, or is he looking strangely pale...? Suddenly feeling even more guilty - it looks like he woke Gene up from much needed sleep - Sam says* Listen, uh - you don't have to stay awake on my account. If you feel you need more kip after breakfast... go ahead. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 6 2016, 11:33 PM Post #475 |
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*much as he hates to admit it, Gene was thinking he might do just that. After a week of work and caretaking, maybe a half day in bed is just what he needs to shake this virus off, whatever it is.* Mmh. No jibes about me bein' a lazy pig, then? You're losing your edge. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 7 2016, 08:31 AM Post #476 |
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*Deciding that their breakfast is done, Sam switches off the hob and transfers half of the frying plan's content onto each of their plates.* Well, I'm not exactly one to talk, am I. You've done more work than me this week. So fair's fair. *Taking one plate, Sam moves over to the table at a moderate pace, setting it down in front of Gene.* There you go. *Retrieving his own plate and setting it down, the last thing Sam needs to do is grab his mug. This time, he doesn't ask Gene for help, just makes his way back to the table slowly, ever so slowly. And indeed - he manages not to spell the tea. When he sits down, it's with a strange sense of accomplishment.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 7 2016, 09:43 PM Post #477 |
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*Gene can't help his lips twitching upwards at Sam's completely unguarded look of accomplishment. Just managing to do these simple, normal things and SEE what he's doing - it's a big thing! Hiding his smile behind his mug, Gene mutters* I think I've done more than half the world's bloody population this week. An' taa. This actually looks edible! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 7 2016, 09:50 PM Post #478 |
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*Something in Gene's voice - an odd kind of softness - makes Sam glance up as he picks up his cutlery. Gene's face is still slightly blurry, but Sam could've sworn he's smiling...* Busy, then? *Gene never actually talked about work during the week, and Sam never asked - he'd always felt too tired.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 7 2016, 09:59 PM Post #479 |
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*already stuffing his mouth gratefully, Gene smacks his lips and shrugs. He's not really wanted to talk about work - still doesn't, truthfully - but he knows Sam's curious. And though he wouldn't say it, he's missed having Sam around. And not only because of the workload.* Could say that. And I'm down one DI, so I'm having to do double the idiot-wrangling I'd normally do. Can't count the number of bloody footballs I've confiscated. God knows where Chris gets 'em all from. Just seems to burp' em up out of nowhere. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 7 2016, 10:04 PM Post #480 |
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*A snort of laughter escapes Sam before he can stop it - the mental image Gene's words have conjured up is just too much. He needs a moment to calm down, or else he'll get bits of food down his airway!* Well, if that was the worst of it, then you can count yourself lucky! *still smiling, Sam takes a bite of his own breakfast - he's eating considerably slower than Gene.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 7 2016, 10:08 PM Post #481 |
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*flatly and oozing sarcasm, Gene wipes his mouth on his wrist and takes another bite.* Oh yeah, Mr Lucky, that's me. Just got to find the pot of gold at the end of the bleedin' rainbow. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 7 2016, 10:12 PM Post #482 |
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Oh come on, it's not like-- *Sam stops, having just looked up again. His eyes have finally adjusted to focusing on objects at middle distance, and so for the first time in over a week, he can actually see Gene's face. The pallor of it springs out immediately. His eyes rimmed with shadows, looking almost like they've sunken a little further into Gene's skull. He doesn't look tired so much as absolutely wrecked. For a good few seconds, Sam is speechless, the grin wiped off his face.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 7 2016, 10:16 PM Post #483 |
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*Gene doesn't realise that Sam's staring for a good few seconds. But once the silence starts to ring loud, Gene slowly stops chewing and looks up, confused.* .... What? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 7 2016, 10:18 PM Post #484 |
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*Sam swallows dryly. He doesn't quite understand himself why the sight of Gene's pale face has shocked him this much, and now he's supposed to explain himself to his Guv?* ... You... Are you... I mean... ... Are you alright? You look....... *Dreadful.* ...ill. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 7 2016, 10:25 PM Post #485 |
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*He looks ill. He bloody feels it, too. But Sam doesn't need to know that. Slowly he continues chewing, swallowing without looking at Sam.* Haven't you heard? 'Overworked and Underpaid' is the new fashion. All the hip kids are doing it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 7 2016, 10:28 PM Post #486 |
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*This time, Sam is unable to smile. How long has Gene been like this? Sam can't remember noticing anything off before the... The attack. So it must have happened after. Why? Is Gene overworking himself without telling him? Not sleeping properly?* No, you don't understand - you look like you're about to keel over. D'you feel sick? Or... |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 7 2016, 10:33 PM Post #487 |
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*Yes. Yes to all of the above.* No. Your eyes must be playin' up again. M'fine. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 7 2016, 10:39 PM Post #488 |
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*Gene blaming this on Sam's eyes stings unexpectedly. Sam sets down his fork, a frown appearing on his face.* They're not. You need to go see a doctor. *There's an impulse to reach out and put a hand on Gene's forehead, to feel his temperature, but Sam squashes it quickly.* Seriously Guv, you look like a ghost... |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 7 2016, 10:43 PM Post #489 |
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*Gene almost can't help a laugh at that. Close, but wrong monster. Suddenly not feeling particularly hungry any more, Gene sets his cutlery down and clears his throat.* Well don't hurry to fetch an exorcist - he'll be disappointed. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 7 2016, 10:46 PM Post #490 |
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*Deflecting - again. Sam can feel irritation starting to trickle in.* Stop it. There's no need to play the strong invincible bloke - I don't think it can get any more embarrassing than you having to change my underwear. So out with it - are you ill? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 7 2016, 10:53 PM Post #491 |
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*Gene bites his tongue. He knows that Sam's right. He knows there's something wrong, and it scares him. But this isn't the time to bring it up - not when he doesn't even know what it is. Not when Sam's recovering from something much worse. To the 'embarrassing' comment, Gene wants to shout back, "Try waking up filthy and bollock-naked in a shed once a month, while everyone else assumes you've been off having a shag-party in the woods behind your wife's back!" But he doesn't. So he narrows his eyes and grits his teeth.* No. Are you done? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 7 2016, 10:57 PM Post #492 |
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*He's lying. Sam can tell he's lying - and not just from Gene's voice. No, now he can finally see it for himself. The pinched expression, the glowering of his eyes. Before he would have had trouble breaking through the pokerface. But now, it's as though the fact that it's in place tells Sam that his Guv is lying through his teeth. The realisation turns irritation into slowly bubbling anger.* No. You're lying. *Like you have been, for the last week.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 7 2016, 11:13 PM Post #493 |
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*Gene frowns, lip jutting out. This is going too far now. He doesn't feel good, he's tired, it's the weekend and all he wants to do is collapse back into the bed he's only just vacated. Sam's only just been able to get up and make breakfast for the first time in what feels like forever, and now he's giving Gene a lecture? He doesn't have to put up with this.* Not yet, but I will be. I'm going back to bed. *He gets up stiffly, scraping the chair back as he disentangles himself from the breakfast table* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 8 2016, 10:02 AM Post #494 |
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*For a moment, Sam is dumbstruck. Gene is actually avoiding confrontation? That's not the man who pulled him into his office by his lapels several weeks ago. Sam reaches out quickly, manages to catch Gene's wrist.* Wait - you can't just run and hide from me in your own house! *Sam takes a breath, trying to calm down. It's not like him to be overly aggressive, he knows it - but the unexpected worry for his superior, along with that niggling feeling of being intentionally left in the dark in more than one sense, have worn down Sam's nerves considerably.* Look, I'm sorry - I'm just... I'm worried, alright? You look like a zombie and you haven't - that is, I don't know what's been going on. *And you haven't told me about 75% of what's been going on in that thick skull of yours.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Sep 8 2016, 12:06 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 8 2016, 07:33 PM Post #495 |
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*Again, the monster reference. A zombie. If only. At least he wouldn't have to put up with this interrogation. Can't Sam just accept that Gene has his reasons for not telling him everything??* That's 'cos you've been on your arse in bed. *Gene tugs at his wrist, trying to free himself from Sam's grasp.* Just like I want to be. Right now. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 8 2016, 08:58 PM Post #496 |
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*Sam isn't grabbing Gene hard enough - his wrist slips free from his grasp easily. Sam blinks, then begins to rise himself.* I didn't choose that. You know I didn't. *He's still trying to keep his voice calm, or at least calmer than before. They're both irritated, and really, Sam should leave Gene alone. But... he can't. Not when that feeling is back - that Gene is hiding something from him. Something big. Despite his irritation, there's more than a hint of pleading in Sam's voice now.* Tell me what's going on, Guv. Please. You've not been yourself, ever since - *Since the attack.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 8 2016, 09:22 PM Post #497 |
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*Gene's about to turn and march off, but Sam's comment makes him pause.* Since what! Everything's fine. Nothing's going on except in that tiny overactive brain of yours! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 8 2016, 09:54 PM Post #498 |
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*Sam's jaw sets.* ... Since I was attacked. You've been keeping something from me ever since then, but I couldn't - I didn't understand, and I couldn't see. But now... *He shakes his head, keeping his gaze trained on Gene, sharp as it hasn't been in over two weeks.* ... You look terrible, and this isn't just a hangover, or you having overworked yourself - which you couldn't have, seeing as you always got back early. Didn't even go to the pub much, did you. I just - I want to help, Guv. Do my job as a copper. You told me to listen to this- *he snips his fingers next to his head* - sometimes, yeah? Well, this is me, listening to that. Something's bothering you. Something's making you ill. And it started when I was attacked. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 8 2016, 10:15 PM Post #499 |
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*Sam's arguments are all good ones. He's been observant. Using Gene's past advice against him. He should have known this was coming sooner or later. It's just a shame that he doesn't have the energy to hide as well as he usually would. Gene's poker face is slipping more and more with every stabbing pain in his stomach, every ache in his lungs, and now so many days later it's barely hanging on at all. And knowing that he can't deny any of what Sam's saying does nothing but ramp up his frustration and defensiveness. With barely restrained fury, Gene hisses.* You... Listen. I took you in. I gave you a room. I changed your ruddy bandages, took you home from the hospital, even brought you there for god's sake! I cooked for you, washed your pyjamas, juggled your bloody pharmacy of pills. All I asked for in return was you NOT nagging me into the ground the first moment you feel less like a human patchwork quilt. And you can't even do that! If you don't want to stay, just piss off, then! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 8 2016, 10:25 PM Post #500 |
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*That sudden outburst catches Sam by surprise, causing him to physically take a small step back. It's the sheer aggression behind Gene's words, the malice - practically telling him to get out. His words directly hit Sam's own feelings of guilt as well; he knows how exhausting it must have been for Gene to look after him, on top of work. But beneath all that, there's something else... Sam tries to make it out, to out a name to that strange undertone, read between the lines, as the silence between them stretches and Gene's words ring in his ears. He's about to reply - I never asked for this! - when suddenly, Sam's mind grinds to a halt. ... Even brought you there, for God's sake... Sam blinks. Feels colour drain from his face. Something is wrong, so wrong, but his mind hasn't quite caught up yet. Quietly,his voice hoarse, Sam stammers* ......... You.... What? ......... You brought........? *That's not right.... That CAN'T be right.......... * |
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