the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x06 - Finished)
DCI Gene Hunt ([personal profile] the_gene_genie) wrote2012-10-07 11:11 pm

OOM: Room 6620, #6

He knows he's probably in trouble as he drags himself up the stairs. He only went down to have a quick pint, and pick up some more wine. He's been gone about five hours now, he estimates, though it's really hard to care. Sitting on the garage floor after a scrap has left him stiff as a board, and freezing cold. The half bottle of Scotch - not to mention Guppy smacking him on the melon a few times - means his head's pounding. Everything aches, and he wants nothing more than to climb into a warm bed, and stay there forever.

But he can't do that. Enough of this. He's been trying so hard, but it's time to throw in the towel. He can't go through another encounter like that. All that's left is to tell her.

He lets himself into their room quietly, half hoping she'll be asleep but knowing he'd have to wake her up anyway.
lady_bols: Gene & Alex dancing, eye to eye (eye to eye)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-09 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
She's sitting at the table, pen poised over a notebook, when she hears the door. The shock of seeing him takes her breath away.

'Where've you been -- Gene? Are you all right?'

She rises and crosses to him, taking in his battered state and the cant of his shoulders. Shaking hands touch his face, and her breath hitches.

'Oh, love. You're cold as ice. Come here and get warm.'

He hasn't left her without saying goodbye, and now she feels like a fool for even thinking it.
Edited 2012-10-09 02:56 (UTC)
lady_bols: (s3 gently)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-09 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, she can do that. But that means leaving his side, and it's obvious, there's a moment when that's the last thing she wants to do.

'Yes, of course.'

She settles, light as a bird, beside him for a moment, one hand brushing his hair out of his eyes, checking for other wounds. Just the mark on his jaw. Her gaze lights on the Security Badge, and things make a little more sense now. (He had tried to go home, just without leaving. And they both know that will never work.)

'It'll be quicker if I run down and fetch it myself. Sit here. I'll be right back.'

She can't help herself. She leans in and places a gentle kiss on his brow, and then tears herself away. She doesn't want him to see the tears forming in her eyes.

'Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back.'

She doesn't even bother putting on shoes, just darts out the door. She'll only be gone ten minutes and that's far too long for her liking.
lady_bols: (s3 concern)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-09 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
She comes back in with a rat in tow, pushing a tea trolley behind her.

'Thanks, I'll take it from here.'

Paracetamol in one hand and a glass of water in the other, she sees the fleece and silently chastises herself for not thinking of that.

Again, she settles next to him. 'Here, love.'

Her voice is pitched low, quiet, not wanting to jar his nerves anymore than they have been.
lady_bols: (s2 scared)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-09 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
She's quiet for a long moment, watching him, her heart in her throat.

No more secrets between them. Not if she can help it.

'I thought you'd gone back without saying goodbye.'
lady_bols: (s1 work it out)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-09 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
'I don't know,' she says, her smile saying she's embarrassed she even mentioned it. 'I just saw -- the other you, again. I thought that was you -- saying goodbye. I thought maybe -- you'd think it was easier that way. Making a quick break of it.'

Her chin wrinkles, and she looks down at her hands again, trying very hard not to let her emotions overwhelm her.
lady_bols: (s3 watching gene)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-09 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
One hand swipes across her eyes. 'God, I'm sorry, let me do that for you.'

Her hand lights on his and she eases him back into the cushions, before turning back to the tea and the comfort of the ritual.

'Seven sugars.'

It's a quiet way to acknowledge what they both know is coming. It's a seven sugars day.
lady_bols: (afraid)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-09 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It hits her like a fist in the solar plexus, and even though she knew it was coming, it takes the wind out of her.

She finishes making his tea.

'I know.' And her voice breaks.

She tries to smile at him. Tries so very hard to look brave, and strong, and above all, hopeful.
lady_bols: (s2 hug with gene)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-09 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Her lungs fill with air, a shuddering gasp, and she looks back and forth between his face and the badge. His arm goes around her and she hiccups almost.

'Oh thank God.'

The tea is utterly forgotten as she wraps her arms around his neck and holds on tight.
lady_bols: (s2 hug with gene)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-09 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
She holds tight for as long as he'll let her, trying not to let her tears get the better of her, even though they're streaming down her face. Of course he'll be back. Of course he'll be a mess when he gets here. She's not exactly in peak form either, she knows. But that doesn't matter, when they're together.

'I hung up your suit, but I couldn't find your tie. I don't know where it ended up. I don't remember if you were even wearing one.'

Her fingertips dig into the fabric of his shirt, trying to feel the flesh and bone underneath. He's real. After all they've been through, he still wants this. It feels good just to hold onto that simple fact for the moment.
lady_bols: (s3 really)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-09 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
'Yes, of course. Of course.'

She disengages from him, smoothing the front of his shirt and moving to hand him his mug. That done, she pushes her hair back from her face, twisting it back into a knot that refuses to stay tied. Doesn't matter.

She goes through the motion of making her own mug, and limits herself to four sugars. Breathe, just breathe, Alex. A long sigh, and she closes her eyes for a moment. When she opens them, she's a bit more collected.

'So are you going to tell me what happened?'

Maybe she can figure out why she saw his ghost in the first place.
lady_bols: (s3 really)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-10 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)

Her eyebrows rise and her chin dips to her chest.

'What did you say to him?'

She's only heard the doctor mentioned in passing, but he doesn't seem like the kind of man who'd scrap just for the sake of scrapping.

While she talks, her hands unfold one of the tea towels on the trolley. It has a plastic packet of blue goo in it. She folds it up so there's only one layer of cloth around it, and hands it to him. It's as cold as an ice pack, but much more flexible.
lady_bols: (s3 gently)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-11 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Her lips thin, and she takes the ice pack from him, placing it behind his head with gentle hands.

'He's has a prescription, you mean?'

She knows how he feels about drugs, but she feels very strongly about the difference between medication and recreational drug use. Her tone tells him as much.
lady_bols: (s3 modern worried)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-10-15 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Again, she gives him a long look, searching his face for some kind of explanation.

'Is he going to be all right?'

She can't imagine Gene would risk his security badge the very first day, especially since it's their only guarantee he'll be coming back through that door.

Then again, this is Gene she's talking to. The lines in her furrowed brow deepen.

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