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| Topic Started: Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM (14,178 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 | Sep 20 2016, 11:11 PM Post #601 |
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*Not in the mood for any more nagging but also not really wanting to be on his own, Gene sighs. He shouldn't sleep all day, but after the full week he can't help it.* Whether you go s'up to you. But I'm sleeping 'til I've caught up. *drinks down the rest of his tea, letting Sam know he's about to switch off again* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 21 2016, 11:16 AM Post #602 |
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*Sam reaches out to take the mug off Gene - he'll carry it back downstairs.* That's me back downstairs again, then. *He pushes himself off the bed with some difficulty, straightening up with a bit of a wobble. Before he leaves, though, Sam turns back to look at Gene.* ... thank you for telling me the truth, by the way. *he smiles a little self-consciously* I thought I was going completely insane. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 22 2016, 12:01 AM Post #603 |
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*Gene shuffles down the bed and pulls the covers up until only his hair's sticking out of the top. But when Sam speaks, he stills. Sam really did need to hear that, didn't he.* You'd have found out anyway eventually, knowin' how you like to stick your big nose into everything. But y'r welcome. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 22 2016, 09:05 AM Post #604 |
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*Sam watches as Gene makes himself comfortable again, then looks down with a soft huff. He reaches the door, but before he leaves the room entirely, Sam looks back one more time. Takes in the huddled form of Gene, with just a few tufts of hair sticking out from underneath the blanket. A few seconds pass before Sam moves again, quietly closing the door behind himself. He takes his care again and slowly makes his way downstairs. He does a little bit of washing up before settling down in the living room again. They have enough ingredients to make a decent lunch... But Sam is going to wait with that, to see how Gene feels and what he needs. It's the least Sam can do, after everything that Gene has done for him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 22 2016, 02:43 PM Post #605 |
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*As the days pass, Gene doesn't really start to feel better. In fact he just feels more sluggish. It's a mammoth effort to get himself out of bed and into work, but he does it anyway. He has a duty and he needs to fulfil it. Eventually, it comes time for Sam to join him on the short commute. He's healed up enough to be able to cope with being out of the house, and so Gene's agreed to let Sam's desk duty start. With that huge brain of his, Sam must have been going stir crazy without work to do. At least this'll keep him occupied and get him back to feeling more like himself. Plus if Sam's busy with paperwork he won't be busy nagging Gene to see a doctor. It's wins all round. Stiffly, Gene chews and swallows the last bite of his toast and looks across the table to where Sam's sitting.* You ready to go then? Your Grand Return? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 22 2016, 09:26 PM Post #606 |
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*Sam watches Gene closely. He doesn't ask him too much, about his 'condition' or other things - he feels that Gene will talk about it, should he feel the need. But Sam watches. He finds out when the next full moon will be, and writes the date down in his little notebook. He notes how Gene doesn't seem to get any better; if anything, he seems even more sluggish as the days walk by, walking and sitting hunched over whenever he thinks Sam isn't looking. He tries to convince Gene to take it easier, or to see a doctor at least, but it's no use. And then finally comes the day when he's allowed back into work. Just desk duties, but it's far better than sitting around in Gene's lounge all day, or walking up and down the stairs as part of his 'physio' (as far as it is in practice in the 70s at any rate). Sam is looking forward to it, as much as he's dreading it... the stares that are sure to accompany his every step during the first few days. But it's something he'll have to learn to live with, while he's in this coma world. He still hasn't heard any more voices. One time he thought he could hear his mother sobbing, but when he concentrated properly, the sound was gone. When Gene addresses him, Sam takes a few seconds to react - blinking before looking up from his yoghurt.* ... yeah, I think so. *he tries to smile* Trying to think of ways to keep Ray from asking stupid questions. *As so often before, Sam reaches up without thinking, his fingers tracing the scars running across his face. Even now, he still can't help but linger in front of the mirror for longer than necessary, staring until he starts feeling sick. It's not a sight he'll get used to easily, especially considering the memories that are linked to the scars.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 22 2016, 11:37 PM Post #607 |
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*Gene can hear the hesitation in Sam's voice, and he can understand it. Sam looks different now. Those scars aren't going to fade for a long long time. He's bound to be nervous. Gene leans over slightly and gives Sam's upper arm a friendly slap.* Don't look so dejected - you've grown about three hundred percent more mysterious looking since you last were there. You'll have all the plonks falling at your feet. I'll have to get Chris to sweep 'em up. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 23 2016, 09:55 AM Post #608 |
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*Sam gives Gene a small lop-sided smile - but even then, he can't help but notice how his skin pulls in places and ways that are unfamiliar. He hadn't been so keenly aware of it during the last few days; they hadn't talked about it, and Gene hadn't treated him any different (hadn't even stared, as far as Sam could tell). But now... The station will stare. Annie has seen him already, but everyone else... Sam sighs, putting down his spoon. He wasn't hungry to begin with, and now he can't quite face finishing his yoghurt.* Chris might have to sweep me up, if I run into anything. *It definitely wasn't one of his best episodes, but Sam had indeed banged his head or toes more than once, on doorframes and tables - his sight still isn't completely recovered, and especially in the mornings and when rooms are badly lit Sam has troubles making out details and judging distances.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 23 2016, 09:32 PM Post #609 |
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*Gene snorts.* If y'want I can drag you round with a lead, make sure you don't bash into the furniture. Though I doubt you'll appreciate the one thousand years of teasing that'd result. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 23 2016, 09:40 PM Post #610 |
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*This time Sam gives a small, earnest laugh, turning away as he shakes his head.* Thanks for the offer, but I'll have to turn it down. *He gets up from his seat - slowly, still with difficulty - and walks over to the counter, disposing of what's left of his breakfast. On the way back, he picks up the cane. He's using it less and less, but he figured he'd better take it to CID, just in case the day gets too long and his side and leg begin to ache... Even though the stitches are out by now, it's all still very tender.* Right, I'll be ready in a bit... |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 23 2016, 11:06 PM Post #611 |
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*Gene nods in response, leaning back against his chair and closing his eyes for a moment. Just 'til Sam comes back down.* Right. I'll wait here while you get the mascara on. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 23 2016, 11:10 PM Post #612 |
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*good-naturedly* Oh piss off. *Sam limps past Gene, gaze lingering on his DCI's pale face briefly. He hasn't improved at all during the last few days... And something has kept Sam from insisting too much. Gene is a grown man, after all, and Sam isn't his mother. Just a... ... Friend? Forcefully letting that thought go, Sam makes his way up to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he walks back downstairs, ready to leave. He picks up his jacket - Annie, ever the angel, had managed to patch it up beautifully - and then heads back to the kitchen.* Guv? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 24 2016, 11:19 PM Post #613 |
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*at the sound of Sam's voice, Gene opens his eyes again - and the sight in front of him makes him blink. Sam, in his jacket, stood and ready to go. If it weren't for the scars it'd be easy enough to forget what happened.* Alright, alright... *trying to hide the happiness the sight brings him, Gene rubs at his face and hair before standing too. He's still stiff and uncomfortable, but seeing Sam looking so normal gives him the little boost he needs to shrug on his coat and head for the door, opening it and gesturing to Sam.* Ladies first. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 25 2016, 11:45 AM Post #614 |
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*Something in Gene's demeanour changes, although Sam has no idea why. Whatever it is, it's as though a small weight has been lifted off Gene's shoulders. Sam can't help but feel pleased at the sight. He steps past Gene and outside. Sam hasn't been out of the house a lot during the last few days, so feeling the breeze on his face and knowing he's about to take a step back into (relative) normality makes his chest flutter a little with excitement. He makes his way over to the Cortina and waits by the door for Gene unlock the car.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 25 2016, 09:59 PM Post #615 |
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*despite being technically the uninjured party, Gene follows Sam to the car with an equal amount of stiffness. In a moment the car is unlocked and Gene's sliding into the driver's seat.* Shove the cane in the back seat. Don't go scratching the apholstry. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 25 2016, 10:02 PM Post #616 |
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*Sam rolls his eyes* Wouldn't dream of it. *He stows away the cane first before braving the passenger seat. Sitting down is awkward - Sam has to twist, and the motion sends a sickly twinge through his side, making him grimace. And once again, he's reminded of the fact that Edwards could have killed him so easily. One hearty bite... Sam shudders. Quickly, he pulls the door closed, sliding down the seat a bit as he huddles in on himself.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 25 2016, 10:11 PM Post #617 |
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*Gene looks across to Sam taking in the huddled position he's in. Still not feeling a hundred percent then... Gene makes sure to remember that. He can't push Sam too hard, not yet. Allowing Sam to relax as much as he can, Gene conducts the drive to the station in silence. Once they've parked in Gene's usual spot - diagonally across the entrance to the station in the most awkward place possible, he finally speaks.* Alright. Time to show off those new lady-magnets of yours. *He nods at Sam's face.* Remember that cane - you might need to fight off the plonks at the door. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 26 2016, 09:25 AM Post #618 |
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*It's strange - Sam is both looking forward to and dreading his return to CID. On the one hand, it's a return to relative normality; he'd become used to the routines, to typing up reports on a clunky typewriter... To the voices around him, so different to his own department. But then there was the fact that things weren't "normal" anymore. This world had gained a new layer of twistedness, and Sam still doesn't quite know how to deal with it. And now, with him carrying around a visible souvenir of his encounter... It sets him on edge, to know that there will be stares and awkward questions. That there's one more thing he has to lie about. He never was much good at it. Not reacting to Gene's banter, Sam glances over at him.* ...what do I tell them? *They hadn't really talked about this. They hadn't talked much about Gene's "condition" at all, really.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 26 2016, 07:04 PM Post #619 |
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*tell them? Suddenly Gene's heart drops - before realising that Sam isn't taking about him. He must be talking about the scars. And in that case, there's only one thing Sam can't say... * Tell 'em your nan's rottweiler thought your face was a pork loin. Tell' em I hit you with a rake for all I care. As long as you don't start howling about werewolves and giant pigs I think we'll be okay. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 26 2016, 09:22 PM Post #620 |
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*Sam can see shock in Gene's expression for a moment, and it confuses him - until he realises that Gene thought he was referring to his condition. Christ, they're a pair. Sam gives Gene a humourless smile - that's not of much help, really...* ...right. I'll do my best. *And with that, Sam opens his door and begins to peel himself out of the car. It's even more difficult than getting in, having to pull himself up by his arms mostly. But he manages, and once he's retrieved his cane from the backseat, he feels much better. Until he sees a familiar shape in the corner of his eye. Sam's head snaps around - and there he is. Edwards, standing at the very edge of the parking lot, out of view from the building. Staring over at the two of them. Sam's eyes widen. What the hell...?!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 26 2016, 09:53 PM Post #621 |
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*satisfied, Gene also turns to the door, opening it and sliding out of the car. He's about to make a comment about carrying Sam over the threshold of the station steps like a blushing bride, but he stops short when he sees Sam's face. What the--?* What? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 26 2016, 09:57 PM Post #622 |
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*Face white as a sheet, Sam is unable to tear his gaze away from Edwards figure. He's just a man - smaller than Sam, fatter, Sam knows he could overpower him easily - but that knowledge doesn't help. Not when Sam knows now that Edwards had him cornered like a mouse. Not when he feels like prey in the face of a hunter. Edwards grins. Sam's breath catches.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 26 2016, 10:00 PM Post #623 |
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*Following Sam's line of gaze, Gene turns his head and searches. And after a short moment, Gene sees him. Edwards. Grinning. Staring. Gene's stomach turns cold. Voice hard but hushed, Gene grabs onto Sam's shoulder and gives him a gentle shove towards the station.* Get inside. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 26 2016, 10:03 PM Post #624 |
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*Sam stumbles a little at Gene's shove but remains on his feet - not taking another voluntary step. But it doesn't matter - Edwards has both their attention now, and that was what he came for. His eyes flick over to Gene, then he turns and walks off. Within a few seconds he's gone, as though he had never been there in the first place. Sam still doesn't seem to be able to breathe properly. He stares at the spot where Edwards had been, his cane clutched tightly.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Sep 27 2016, 08:35 AM.
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 26 2016, 11:09 PM Post #625 |
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*Not looking back, Gene keeps his hand firmly on Sam's shoulder, almost frog-marching him up to the station entrance and not stopping until he's got Sam through the door. Intending to go back and confront Edwards, Gene turns back towards the place Edwards was standing in - but he's too late. The man's gone. What the hell was he there for? At the station!? Edwards shouldn't be anywhere near here, especially this early! Is he stalking Sam again? Or is he there to spy on Gene? Make sure he's keeping his word to Warren? Whatever the reason, Gene's going to be paranoid for the rest of the day. Taking a deep breath, Gene looks at Sam.* You're not to leave the station without me. Not today. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 27 2016, 08:40 AM Post #626 |
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*Sam doesn't react at first - but then, he turns his head, wide eyes fixing on Gene. He blinks, looks back outside. Edwards remains gone. Finally, Sam releases a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He can feel a slight tremor building in his hands. Clutching his cane even tighter, Sam curls his free hand into a fist to hide its shaking.* *quietly* I wasn't planning to. *then he looks up and at Gene again, a different fear suddenly rising within him.* Don't go after him. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 27 2016, 05:12 PM Post #627 |
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*Gene keeps his eyes focused on the space left by Edwards - if he can leave now, he'll be able to catch up to him - demand to know what the hell he was doing spying on the station. But Sam seems to read his mind. Muscles tense with anger, Gene cranes his neck, trying to see if he can somehow spot Edwards hiding.* I need to find out why he's snoopin' around! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 27 2016, 08:27 PM Post #628 |
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*Without thinking, Sam grabs Gene's arm, hissing* That's what they want! Don't-- Don't give them the satisfaction. *And don't put yourself in the same danger as I did.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 27 2016, 08:45 PM Post #629 |
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*With a huff, Gene pulls his arm from Sam's grip. He wants to go over there, show Edwards that he isn't intimidated - but Sam's right. That's what they want. And to be honest, he's not sure he could run to catch up with Edwards now. Not without his legs giving out our his stomach rebelling.* Fine. But he'd better not show his snout round here again...! *trying to calm himself, Gene turns back to the hallway in front of them. It's Sam's first day back. That's enough to focus on for now.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 27 2016, 08:49 PM Post #630 |
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*Sam pauses for a moment over Gene's use of 'snout' - it's... oddly fitting for Gene to use it, although it sounds jarring to Sam himself. But he's relieved that he seems to have gotten through to his DCI... the last thing they need right now is an escalating conflict. Sam is still working on a plan to bring down Warren with minimal damage to Gene himself, but he hasn't gotten far. For now, though, he needs to focus on his return to CID. And on the fact that, now that they've turned away from the door, Phyllis is staring at them, her eyebrows raised. "Gotten your fill of discussing the shrubbery outside then, 'ave you?" Her tone of voice can't quite conceal the fact that she's trying very hard not to stare at Sam's face.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 27 2016, 09:26 PM Post #631 |
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*Gene blinks at Phyllis, having half forgotten she was there in all the Edwards-related drama. But he recovers quickly, holding Sam's arm supportively as he approaches the desk.* Who needs shrubbery - There's well enough bush in 'ere already. *She rolls her eye, pursing her lips before turning to Sam again. She can't help her eyes scanning his face, but she manages to focus on his eyes. "Good to have you back, Boss. Hope this great lout hasn't been driving you too potty while you've been recovering!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 27 2016, 09:28 PM Post #632 |
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*Sam, reeling slightly from Gene's lightning-fast change in demeanour, manages to give Phyllis a weak, hopefully convincing smile.* Well, I'm here instead of on the way to the asylum, so there's your answer. *Sam hesitates, before honestly adding* ... it's good to be back. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 27 2016, 09:36 PM Post #633 |
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*Phyllis smiles back, acknowledging the effort Sam's making to seem normal. She understands that he's going to feel a bit odd, being back after so long - but hopefully the banter and normality will help him settle back in. "You might well wish you'd picked the asylum after taking a look upstairs. Cleaners're refusing to touch it 'til Chris clears away the 'ant farm' he's been constructing!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 27 2016, 09:45 PM Post #634 |
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*Sam's eyebrows shoot up (and he tries hard to ignore the feeling of the scars resisting the motion), and he glances over at Gene to see how he's going to react to this... interesting fact. And at the same time, he can't help but feel grateful for Phyllis' robust manners. If there's one person in CID who, outside of Gene and Annie, will help him feel like nothing's changed... it's undoubtedly her.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 27 2016, 10:13 PM Post #635 |
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*With a faux-stern look, Gene steers Sam away from the front desk, calling back as they go.* You trying to scare 'im off!? Only just got 'im in through the door, you could wait a day at least! *And then they're off - into the lift.* I've already asked Ray to put the last week's paperwork on your desk. Should be nice and mountainous by now. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 27 2016, 10:17 PM Post #636 |
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*Sam barely has the time to wave at Phyllis before the lift door closes behind them. The prospect of having to sort through, fill out and probably redo all of CID's paperwork of the last week makes Sam deflate a little more - but in the end, it's all he'll be good for until he's recovered completely...* *mutters darkly* Oh, I'm sure Ray made sure to make it as much paperwork as possible... |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 27 2016, 10:49 PM Post #637 |
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*As the lift ascends, Gene shrugs.* S'what I told him. Keep you out of trouble for a decade or so. *The lift pings as they reach the correct floor and the doors slowly slide open.* Alright. Into the lion's den! *Moving just fast enough to stay ahead of Sam but not to lose him completely, Gene pushes his way through the doors to CID with a wide-armed double-shove. The noise inside silences quickly as heads turn, eyes fixed on their Guv and Sam following behind.* Okay you lot - Say your hello's and then get back to work. Dorothy here's very tired and needs to rest 'is widdle legs. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 27 2016, 10:54 PM Post #638 |
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*Sam does his best to keep up with Gene, but when the doors swing open, he slows down, then stops entirely. The silence he's met with is deafening. Sam's eyes skim over the assembled detectives - they're all staring. The way Ray's mouth has opened, Sam figures his cigarette will fall out any moment. However, even that thought isn't enough to distract Sam from the sinking feeling in his stomach. Looks like this going to be even worse than he thought... He gives an awkward nod, then begins to make his way over to his desk - easily recognisable by the pile of files balancing precariously on top of it - keenly aware of how stiffly he's moving. The sound of the cane hitting the ground with each of his steps seeks to ring out like a gunshot.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 27 2016, 11:11 PM Post #639 |
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..... *Everyone's silent, and Sam's walking along like a fragile piece of cracked glass - as though looking anyone in the eye will shatter him into a million pieces. Gene can't have that... He claps his hands loudly, causing everyone to jump.* HEY! Did I just tell you all to stand around and gawk like lobotomy failures!? Bloody hell! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 28 2016, 08:18 AM Post #640 |
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*Even Sam jumps at Gene's sudden outburst - but it does its job. Conversation starts up again, the detectives getting back to work; Chris mumbles a quick, "Welcome back, boss" to Sam, but he's wandered off before Sam can really acknowledge him. Sam watches the bustle, then glances back at Gene. It's a relief to see that he's able to hide his secret so well... Though of course, it's no wonder - he's had to do it for god knows how long, and he's succeeded so far. With a little sigh, Sam completes his journey to his desk, lowering himself carefully onto the chair, leaning the cane against the desk. Right, this pile of files will need some sorting... Slowly, determined to not let any stares distract him, Sam begins his work.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 28 2016, 11:59 AM Post #641 |
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*As the office begins to settle back into its regular noise pattern of papers shifting and light conversation, Annie makes her way past Sam. With an armful of heavy files she can't stop, but she gives him a broad smile as she walks by. Without Sam, the place had devolved even further into the typical 'neanderthal man cave' - and somehow Sam manages to counteract that a bit. She'll make sure to come and see him later. From the other side of the room, Ray's watching Sam settle down - and he can't help it. Holding his cigarette lazily between his fingers and lounging back against his chair he lets rip a sudden barking noise rings out followed by a loud comedic howl.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 28 2016, 12:56 PM Post #642 |
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*Seeing Annie in her uniform is strangely relieving - it makes him feel less like he's still injured and ill, and more like normal. He smiles back at her, some of his worry and awkwardness falling away- Until he hears that bark. It takes Sam only a few seconds to realize who's responsible for what turns out to be a stupid joke - but that realization comes a few seconds too late. Sam's already jumped up and scrambled away a few steps, breathing hard, ears ringing with the sound of the chair having fallen over and hit the floor with a CRACK. Wide eyes roaming, Sam's gaze finally settles on the culprit, and realization hits. As does the fact that the office has gone deadly quiet again.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Sep 28 2016, 07:34 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 28 2016, 05:59 PM Post #643 |
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*Gene had already begun to make his way to his office when he hears the bark -the howl, the sound of Sam's chair flying over... Gene's gut churns at the sound of the howl in particular - Does someone know?! Who was that aimed at!? - but quickly he realises what just happened. And he is NOT happy.* CARLING!! *Gene turns and storms towards his officer, rolling up one sleeve and fisting it into Ray's shirt front. Expertly, Gene practically lifts Ray out of his chair and gives him a hard shake.* You so much as THINK about doing that again and I'll be taking Sam's cane and using it to pogo your tiny gonads - Are we understood!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 28 2016, 08:01 PM Post #644 |
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*Ray's expression goes from surprised-smug to shocked as Gene pulls him out of his seat. "I-it was just a joke, Guv!" Sam stares at the pair of them, every muscle tense and ready to bolt, even though he knows the danger is over, never existed in the first place. But his instincts are still telling him to run, hide, RUN! He needs to move. He needs to relax, get back to his desk, laugh it off. He can't.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 28 2016, 08:11 PM Post #645 |
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*Gene lets go of Ray's shirt roughly, scanning the sea of wide eyes staring at him. He's got their attention. Good.* A joke. There'll be no more like that. From any of you. *gives them all a hard look* Okay!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 28 2016, 08:31 PM Post #646 |
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*The room is still with shock. It's one thing for Sam to react the way he did - there's no telling with that one, anything seems to be able to set him off - but the Guv? He's not that touchy, not usually. Especially not when it's about tripping up Tyler... Gene receives no response, but it's clear that his message has gotten through.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 28 2016, 08:41 PM Post #647 |
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*convinced that his point has gotten across, Gene turns with a quick look at Sam and marches towards his office. Teasing is part and parcel of life in the office. But Gene isn't putting up with that. Not for this particular incident. Not for that particular subject. Sam's jumpy enough as it is, and Gene himself isn't exactly relaxed. He can't make a scene with checking on Sam though - not in front of the others. He'll have to wait for Sam to come to him... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 28 2016, 09:28 PM Post #648 |
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*As Gene disappears into his office, attention shifts back to Sam, who's still stood a few steps away from his desk, caught like a deer in the headlights. The stares now aren't helping - suddenly, Sam is very aware of the fact that his reaction was completely over the top, at least for 'outsiders'. Heart still racing, Sam forces himself to move - wills his bad leg not to give away - and stiffly bend down to pick up his chair again. Nobody is moving; they're all watching as he sits down, the pallor of his face quickly being replaced by a bright flush. He refuses to raise his head, to look any of the assembled detectives in the eye. There's a scoff from somewhere - Ray, presumably - and then slowly, ever so slowly, murmuring begins to fill the office again. A few minutes later, the work flow is in full swing again, though everyone's voices remain low. Sam keeps his head down and steadily works through the first pile of files. It's only once he's sure that most officers have left for their lunch break that he finally moves, carefully levering himself out of his chair. His side hurts and his bad leg feels cramped up. Hopefully moving a little will help... Sam makes his way over to Gene's office finally - not quite knowing why. He just knows that the thought of entering that enclosed space promises safety. And so Sam does, pushing open one of the swing doors and limping inside.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 29 2016, 12:16 AM Post #649 |
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*Once in his office, Gene gives it a few minutes before peering through the blinds to assess the aftermath. Luckily, things seem to have resolved. Sam's back at his desk and the others are absorbed in something else. Good. Wearily, Gene plods over to his desk and slumps down in his seat. The latest batch of cigarettes that Warren provided him with sit just in sight, beckoning him from the tabletop in front of him. Just the thought of Warren having given them to him makes Gene feel sick - but the mornings events have rattled Gene more than he wants to let on. The nicotine is a necessary thing at this point. Pushing thoughts of Warren out of his mind, Gene reaches for them and lights up, taking a deep drag on his first cigarette of the day. The first of many, it looks like. By the time Sam's pushing his way through the door, Gene's laying on the sofa inside nursing a headache. An open packet of painkillers and a half-drained glass of whisky sit on the desk, his crinkled newspaper resting across his chest like a miniature blanket. Opening one eye at the sound, Gene grunts.* Finished already? Bloody hell, you were eager! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 29 2016, 07:49 AM Post #650 |
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*The sight of Gene on the sofa gives Sam pause. He looks... frankly, he looks terrible. Pale, dark circles around his eyes, and Sam doesn't fail to notice the painkillers and the whisky. A bit hesitantly, Sam responds* I'm not. S'lunch break. *Forcing himself to move, Sam slowly walks over to grab one of the rickety chairs, then drags it over to the sofa and sits down.* Needed a change of scenery. *It occurs to him that before the attack, a scene like this would have been unthinkable: Sam, voluntarily going into Gene's office for... company. ... but things have changed, haven't they. With a glance at the painkillers, Sam asks* Headache? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 29 2016, 11:14 AM Post #651 |
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*if Gene's head wasn't pounding quite so much he'd also have noticed the way they are right now - Sam sat next to him, just there for a chat. If he was able, he'd recognise that actually he quite likes it.* Mhh. S'fine. *Awkwardly, Gene pushes himself up into a sitting position, the newspaper falling with a papery crunch onto the floor.* Ray's behaving himself now, I hope? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 29 2016, 01:57 PM Post #652 |
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*Sam raises an eyebrow as he watches Gene struggle to sit up, but there's no edge to his voice when he speaks* Don't force yourself on my account... *Expression turning a little darker, Sam looks down for moment.* Hasn't said another word to me. Nor has anyone else, for that matter. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 29 2016, 04:53 PM Post #653 |
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*Shifting himself to get comfortable, Gene rubs a hand over his face.* Yeah, well. Give 'em time. You're not exactly mega-fun-approachable at the best of times. And now you've shown up looking like Frankenstein's reject, that's not helping. They'll get used to it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 29 2016, 08:35 PM Post #654 |
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What? I believe in acting professionally in the workplace, that's all. *But even as he says it, Sam has to admit what Gene is saying does hold some truth - Maya had been saying similar things. And he definitely can't deny that his scars... well, they are prominent. He can't expect everyone to be as considerate as Annie.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 29 2016, 08:53 PM Post #655 |
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Oh, s'that what that looks like? Never seen it before. *Drops his hand to his lap and looks at Sam properly, trying to assess his state.* What're you doin' in here, then? You feelin' okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 29 2016, 08:57 PM Post #656 |
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*Sam rolls his eyes, but decides to drop that line of conversation - it won't lead to anything... And besides, Gene's question throws him a little. Even after spending a week at his home, Sam still isn't quite used to Gene being so... considerate. Actually showing that he cares.* ... bit stiff, but I'm fine, I suppose. *pauses, observing Gene for a moment.* Wanted to check in on you, actually. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 29 2016, 09:00 PM Post #657 |
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*Good. That's good. Seems it was the right time to let Sam back to work, then. The way that Sam's looking at him, though.... he must look as bad as he feels. Defensive but not in possession of the energy to put up a proper fight, Gene sighs.* Oh s'that right? You checking I've done my homework like a good boy? S'all on the desk. Swear the dog didn't eat it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 29 2016, 09:04 PM Post #658 |
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*Sam doesn't let Gene out of his sight, nor react to his weak attempt at deflecting. When he speaks, his voice takes on a strange, soft note.* ... you look like death warmed over. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 30 2016, 10:58 PM Post #659 |
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*Sam frowns. Gene's stubbornness will be the death of him some day....!* Look, in case you've forgotten, I've been living with you for over two weeks. You've been looking ill all this time, and you're getting worse. *Sam crosses his arms.* Your pride won't be worth anything if it lands you in hospital because you collapsed. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 30 2016, 11:02 PM Post #660 |
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*Gene frowns, bottom lip pouting out. Sam can nag all he wants, but in the end Gene isn't the one who got half mauled to death. He folds his arms defiantly. * Won't collapse. Got Wolf stamina, remember? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 30 2016, 11:33 PM Post #661 |
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*Exasperation gets the better of Sam.* If this is what Wolf stamina looks like, I'm not very impressed. You're white as a ruddy sheet, Guv. And I don't think you're taking those painkillers for fun... *He points over at the package on the table, but in the process notices something else - a rather fancy, even elaborately decorated box of... Cigarettes? Sam's frown depends. He's never seen those before...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 1 2016, 07:23 PM Post #662 |
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*Gene gives Sam a flat look,eyes tight with pain as his headache spikes. He doesn't have the energy to deal with this.* No, I'm taking them 'cos my brain's trying to go nuclear. That what you want to hear? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 1 2016, 09:31 PM Post #663 |
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*quietly*... No. I really don't. *Sam sighs, rubbing a hand across his face. It's a small success that Gene's finally admitted to the fact that he isn't well... But now how does he convince Gene to take the day off?* You should go home. Or better yet, go see a doctor. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 1 2016, 11:03 PM Post #664 |
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*Gene groans in equal parts pain and frustration. Sam's nagging isn't helping any, and the painkillers don't seem to be working. Really he should take Sam's advice and go see a doctor. But no. It's just the headache that's making this unbearable. If he can just shift the headache then he'll be able to bounce back as always. And it IS lunch time.... Maybe he really could be spared for an hour or two...* Urghhhh fine. Have it your way. I'll go sleep it off for a bit, just 'til the painkillers work. Happy? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 2 2016, 10:34 PM Post #665 |
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*Sam continues to observe Gene - how he seems to be completely out of energy... how his head seems to be seriously aching... how he seems so completely unlike himself. It shouldn't hurt the way it does - Sam hasn't known Gene for that long. There's still part of him that is convinced that none of this is real (although that voice has been nearly inaudible in his mind during the last few weeks), so it shouldn't really bother him that much. But it does. Sam shakes his head, both at himself and at Gene.* This isn't about me. I just-- *he stops himself, suddenly embarrassed. He can't exactly blurt out "I just want you to be okay"...* --... I'm just trying to return a favour. *Gene's looked after him all this time, after all. It has to be Sam's turn, at some point.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 2 2016, 10:53 PM Post #666 |
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*Now that he's accepted the fact that he's going to have to have a lie down, Gene's ready for that lie down to happen right the hell now. His head's pounding and his lungs are starting to burn. Being unconscious really does sound like the best thing for him at the moment!* And you couldn't return the favour by buying me an ice cream or something? It had to be the nagging, didn't it. *He pushes himself up, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose. Okay. Car. That's the next step.* Where're my bloody keys... |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 2 2016, 10:58 PM Post #667 |
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*Sam glances over to the desk - and yes, there's the keys... Right next to that strange packet of cigarettes. Sam hesitates briefly, then picks up both items, handing the keys to Gene while letting the package slip into the pocket of his jacket, hoping that Gene didn't notice.* You sure you'll be able to drive? |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 2 2016, 11:02 PM Post #668 |
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*Gene takes the keys clumsily, taking hold of his coat while making his way towards the office door.* I know it may shock you, but I did in fact pass my test. Yes, I can drive. *he's being grouchy and he knows it. But right now it's the only outlet he has for this frustration at feeling so shit.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 2 2016, 11:09 PM Post #669 |
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*Sam follows Gene, limping - he needs to fetch his cane... And he has to be honest, Gene's hostility does hurt him a little. He's only trying to help....!* You're under the influence of alcohol AND medication. *Sam grabs his cane and jacket,then makes his way over to the hallway.* I'll ask Annie to drive us. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 3 2016, 12:46 PM Post #670 |
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*Annie? Gene's heart sinks at the thought of getting someone else involved. He feels shit as it is, he doesn't need someone else oberving.* Like hell you will. Last thing I need is another girlie faffing about over me - one's enough! |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 3 2016, 12:52 PM Post #671 |
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One of the PCs, then. *Sam won't back down on this. Gene looks ready to drop, and God knows how much of that whisky he's had along with those painkillers.* As you're well aware, I can't drive, and the way you're now you'll be a public menace behind the wheel. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 3 2016, 12:58 PM Post #672 |
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*Shit, he'd forgotten that. If Sam can't drive then he really has no way of getting home without driving himself. Bollocks.* S'a bit harsh! *But that's as far as he argues. Having accepted his fate, Gene plods out of the office and out, towards the lift.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 3 2016, 01:24 PM Post #673 |
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*Sam gives Gene a slightly raised eyebrow in response, but doesn't say anything further - Gene's stopped arguing, and that's the main thing. Once they're at the desk downstairs, arranging for a constable to take them home is done easily enough. It does mean the poor plod will have to walk back to the station, but for once, Sam doesn't really care. He's worried. He's genuinely worried about Gene, and apart from his struggling to sort out the possible consequences of these feelings, Sam needs to make sure Gene recovers. He's been on the decline for over a week now - possibly longer - which is concerning in and of itself. And something at the back of his mind is nagging him about those cigarettes... He'll have to ask Gene about them after he's had his nap. Sam carefully gets into the back of the car, leaving it open to Gene where he wants to sit.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 3 2016, 06:04 PM Post #674 |
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*now thoroughly grumpy, Gene drops into the nearest seat and slams the door shut - something he instantly regrets. Wincing through the spike of pain the door slam caused, Gene folds his arms and pouts at the seat in front. He's not going to open his mouth - to do so is only going to cause more chastising from Sam. Whatever he says is going to be negative - positivity isn't in him at the moment.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 3 2016, 06:52 PM Post #675 |
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*And so the drive passes in tense silence. Sam tries to keep his eyes on Gene without the latter noticing, but it seems that he's feeling too bad to even care... And Sam didn't miss that wince earlier either. Once they arrive at the house, Sam quietly thanks the PC, grimacing apologetically. He clambers out of the car, wincing a little as his stiff leg protests. Lying down for a bit will do him a world of good as well...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 3 2016, 11:41 PM Post #676 |
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*Gene mutters as he passes the PC, fumbling with his keys in an attempt to find the right one. The pain in his head is increasing, blurring his vision with the intensity. There's a background level of worry there, too - What the hell is causing this?? What the hell is happening to him?! Ignoring Sam, Gene makes it to his doorway and manages to open it on the third try. The hallway is dark as he staggers down it, and rather than heading for the stairs, Gene makes a beeline for the sofa. With a stifled groan, Gene sinks down onto it, lying across the cushions and lifting his legs up to rest awkwardly on the opposite armrest. Splayed across the settee he doesn't look for feel the most comfortable, but he's horizontal and that's what he needs right now. He just hopes Sam's following behind him to close the door he's left wide open.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 4 2016, 08:41 AM Post #677 |
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*Sam hurries to keep up with Gene, though he doesn't manage entirely - he has to close the door behind them, throw the latch. When he makes it over to the living room, Gene is already lying on the sofa, face white as a sheet. He'd been stumbling earlier, looking terribly unsteady... and now here he is, looking miserable like Sam has never seen him before. Sam remains stood in the doorway a few seconds, stunned into immobility. Then, finally, he gets himself to move - over to the windows. Trying not to make too much noise, Sam pulls the curtains shut, dipping the living room in twilight. Once he's done, Sam limps over to the armchair nearest to the sofa and sits down, worried gaze focused on Gene.* ... anything I can do for you? |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 4 2016, 10:56 AM Post #678 |
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*With his eyes closed, Gene can sense Sam moving around him and then sitting down. If he weren't so sick he'd feel his face flush with embarrassment, but as he is now he's pale as anything. Sam still isn't at a hundred percent himself - he shouldn't have to be looking after Gene like this. It's humiliating.* Pull my brains out through my nose like I'm an Egyptian pharoah. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 4 2016, 12:51 PM Post #679 |
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*Sam's lips twitch slightly, but the knot of worry in his stomach intensifies. Even Gene's voice sounds nothing like it usually does... And lines of pain are clearly visible on his face. Sam doesn't think as he reaches out. As he gently lays his hand on top of Gene's head, fingers stroking through his hair soft as feathers.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Oct 4 2016, 12:53 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 4 2016, 01:22 PM Post #680 |
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*Gene frowns slightly as he feels his hair move - something moving across it. It feels nice... But he can't work out what's happening... Too tired and in too much pain to be cross or deny himself the soothing comfort, Gene murmurs.* What're you doing? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 4 2016, 01:31 PM Post #681 |
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*Sam freezes in his motions, suddenly realizing what he's doing. His first instinct is to pull back, deny anything ever happened - but then, a stronger voice urges him on. Gene doesn't look angry or shocked, rather... confused. And Sam thinks he felt Gene's head move into his touch... So, heart speeding up a little, Sam continues to stroke through Gene's hair.* *quietly* ...My mum used to do this whenever I felt ill. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 4 2016, 04:12 PM Post #682 |
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*All semblence of dignity out the window, Gene sinks deeper into the cushions and lets Sam carry on. His head is still throbbing and his body still aches, but the feeling of fingers sliding through his hair gives him something more pleasant to focus on.* Mm-hmm. An' did it work? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 4 2016, 06:41 PM Post #683 |
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*This time, relieved and somewhat exhilarated that Gene is actually going along with this, Sam smiles for real.* When she promised me treacle pudding for when I was better, it did. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 4 2016, 08:00 PM Post #684 |
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*Sam's fingers seem to be teasing the tension from Gene, his body starting to relax and the lines slowly beginning to ease from his forehead.* Mhmm... You'd better get promising, then... |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 4 2016, 08:29 PM Post #685 |
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*with a chuckle* Well, erm... *Sam falls silent for a moment, thinking about this - trying not to dwell on how surreal this situation feels. However, he can't help but notice how familiar it feels, carding his fingers through Gene's hair... It feels just like... what the wolf's fur had felt like. Sam takes a breath, then speaks softly.* ... I can definitely promise you a nice cuppa... oh, and I've been told my brownies are above average. I could bake some, if you want. Later tonight. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 4 2016, 11:39 PM Post #686 |
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*Half asleep now, Gene just about manages to mumble his response. There's something about the way Sam's stroking his hair... Something that's just making him melt. If he could think properly he might wonder if it's the Wolf in him - the feeling of fingers gliding through fur setting off some primal sense of a bond being strengthened. Or it could just be that Sam's really really good at this. * ... S'pose y'gotta earn your keep some'ow. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 5 2016, 12:07 PM Post #687 |
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*Again, Sam huffs a little laugh, but otherwise remains silent, simply concentrating on the feeling of his hand stroking through Gene's hair, again and again. He can see it - Gene is beginning to unwind, to fall asleep. This really is helping him. A warm sensation blooms in his belly at that thought.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 5 2016, 08:30 PM Post #688 |
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*Gene takes a deep, relaxing breath. Sam's ministrations are working. As he slowly and gradually drifts off, the headache dulls - all of Gene's subconscious is absorbed in Sam's fingers, caressing him into a peaceful sleep.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 5 2016, 08:50 PM Post #689 |
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*Sam isn't completely sure when exactly it happens, but at some point, Gene falls asleep. Sam's hand stills, though he keeps it where it is for a few moments longer, simply revelling in the warmth radiating from Gene's scalp. His hair is unexpectedly soft, and again Sam can't help but notice it's nearly the exact same texture as the wolf's fur... Gene's fur. Unbidden, the memory of a rough tongue licking at the side of his face and through his own hair springs to Sam's mind. His cheeks grow hot, and he slowly withdraws his hand, hoping the motion won't wake Gene. He remains sat where he is for a few seconds longer, listening to the quiet sound of Gene breathing, watching his chest rise and fall. In the gloom, bundled up on the sofa, he looks... unimpressive. Normal. Just a human being, struck down momentarily by a vicious headache. Real. Sam swallows thickly, then slowly pushes himself up and out of the chair. He'd planned to have a lie-down, but now that Gene's taken the sofa... if he needs something, Sam doesn't want to have to limp down the stairs in order to get to him. Instead, Sam makes his way to the kitchen. He'd managed to convince Gene to stock up on vegetables regularly, so now Sam actually has all the ingredients to make a gentle soup, in case Gene doesn't quite feel up to having a solid lunch once he's woken up. And so he sets to work, quietly humming to himself at times, but mostly listening for any sounds from the living room that might indicate that Gene has woken up.* |
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*Gene sleeps for a solid hour and a half, completely unmoving, as though his body knows that even in sleep, movement could trigger the headache again. By the time he eventually stirs, the violent pounding has become a soft creeping behind his eyes - the pain is there, lurking - but not yet attacking. The room is dark as he blinks open his eyes. Technically he knows it's because of the drawn curtains, but Gene can't help feeling as though he's slept for six hours instead of one - straight through into night time. Groggy he rolls over onto his front, his arm dropping down limply over the lip of the cushion, half of it coming to rest on the carpet. Now that he's awake, he can't get comfy. His lungs still burn a little, and he coughs roughly to try and shift it. But no such luck. Assuming Sam must have gone back to work and left him alone, Gene sighs heavily. He should get up... Go back to the office... But he can't seem to summon the energy... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 6 2016, 08:59 AM Post #691 |
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*Sam's been sitting in the kitchen, minding the soup and reading, but Gene's cough rouses him immediately. He gets up stiffly, then walks over to the lounge, to find that Gene is indeed awake. He takes the image in for a few moments - Gene's arm hanging down, his hand on the carpet. He looks roughed up, to say the least. Somehow, Sam doubts that he's feeling any better. Sam moves further into the living room, towards the armchair he'd been sitting in earlier. Not wanting to startle Gene, he quietly say* ... hey. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 6 2016, 05:15 PM Post #692 |
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*That noise... What?? Gene grunts as he turns his head, his face smushing against the cushions.* Y'r still here...? *He frowns, blinking his eyes open to look at Sam in the gloom* ... Why y'still 'ere...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 6 2016, 05:34 PM Post #693 |
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*Gene's sleepy voice and his confusion are enough to coax Sam into a smile.* Well, I couldn't just up and leave, could I? 'Ad a big snoring puppy to look after. *Almost as soon as the joke is out, however, Sam regrets it - surely Gene won't appreciate a jibe like that...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 6 2016, 09:07 PM Post #694 |
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*Gene's face takes on a positively petulant look at that remark. But he doesn't have the energy to get angry.* Make a joke like that again and you'll find out how hard this 'puppy' bites. *The fact that Sam stayed, though... It could just be that he feels he needs to pay Gene back... But would he have done this anyway? Either way, Gene's grateful that Sam didn't leave.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 6 2016, 09:19 PM Post #695 |
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*Sam looks down, half embarrassed and half amused. But at least Gene didn't explode on him... And he doesn't look angry... Still, it's probably better to change the subject.* Erm, there's soup on the stove, if you're hungry. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 6 2016, 11:38 PM Post #696 |
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*At last, Gene pushes himself up from the cushions and settles groggily into a sitting position. Having slept for so long, his mind feels scrambled and foggy - it's hard to think. At Sam's offer, Gene turns his attention to his stomach. It still doesn't feel right...* Eh, maybe later. *leaning back and spreading his legs out to get comfy, Gene changes the subject.* You goin' back in? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 7 2016, 07:28 AM Post #697 |
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*Gene turning down food? That's worrying. Sam tries not to let it show as he watches Gene sit up properly. No, he definitely doesn't look alright...* ... I haven't decided yet. Wanted to see how you're feeling. *he raises his eyebrows questioningly.* Any better? |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 7 2016, 05:02 PM Post #698 |
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*so Sam may not go back at all... Huh. He rolls his shoulders, the bones clicking awkwardly as they shift. Feeling 'better' is relative - better than two hours ago yes. Better? Not really.* Mostly. You can probably cancel the order for a nurse's uniform. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 7 2016, 05:08 PM Post #699 |
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*Sam remains silent, observing Gene for a few seconds longer. "Mostly"? He still looks miserable. And knowing Gene, he's downplaying most of what he's actually feeling, so... Sam pushes himself out of the armchair, picking up his cane.* I'll phone the station. You need a day off, and I managed to get through most of the backlog. They don't need us today. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 7 2016, 09:52 PM Post #700 |
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Oh goodie. So we've got another sleepover tonight then? Full of hot chocolate and telling each other secrets? |
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