OOM: 2x08, iv. I Will Kill You.

[the_gene_genie]

The door slams. She followed and he knew she would. He hadn't wanted to lose it like that in front of everyone but he can't ignore his anger. And it's easier to be angry than to focus on the ache.

'First Sam Tyler, now you. Why do I always attract the liars an' the weirdos?'

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[lady_bols]

She cannot afford to let him make her emotional again. She cannot afford to be anything more than calm, cool and rational. She's fighting for her life here. She keeps her voice level and professional.

"The bullion truck is scheduled for 11 o'clock tomorrow morning. Somehow it will be diverted to King Douglas Lane, now the clock is ticking, Guv. And we have to bring Summers down."

[the_gene_genie]

'I'm formally suspending you.'



It had only been an idle thought, up until now. But after that display out there and her continued insistence to bang on about Summers...he can't hear it.

And the thought of seeing her every day, hearing her voice saying I have to get away from him...he just can't take it.

Besides, she's barking.

[lady_bols]

"You can't do that."

He's lost his mind.

[the_gene_genie]

No, she has. Quite literally.

And he's not listening to her lunacy any more.


'Me organ grinder, you monkey. Give.'

His hand shoots out and stays there, steady as a rock. He means it.

[lady_bols]

She exhales in exasperation, a quick huff of breath. She stares at him for an impossibly long moment, stares at his outstretched hand, and knows there's no use fighting him. He's bent on seeing her destroyed, all for doing what he asked and daring to tell him the truth.

She slips her hand in the back pocket of her jeans and takes out her warrant card, slamming it down on his desk with a force and ferocity she didn't realise she felt until just now.

[the_gene_genie]

He puts his drink down and walks to face her. With his authority established, he feels on more solid ground. Now she knows how pissed off he is. Now she knows he isn't going to let her walk all over him. She knows what he thinks of her, just like he knows what she thinks of him.

Gene's an honest man. And they did have something. Now that it's gone, it's easier to voice just what he thought it was.

'I really thought you an' me...'

That's it, really. He thought it was him and her. End of.

'...I thought we were the ones, we 'ad a connection.'

[lady_bols]

Maybe she is losing her mind. Maybe that's what Summers wanted, to make her pay in blood for what she refused to do for him.

"We do."

She meets his gaze, wanting nothing more than to see that connection in his eyes just one last time before she has to leave him.

This feels worse than being shot.

[the_gene_genie]

There are tears in her eyes. His voice...well, it's not quite as strong as he'd like it to be.

'You can't tell me the truth.'


It's all he wants. Just for her to tell him the truth and they can forget all this nonsense and go back to how it was. It was just a few hours ago, that's all. They can pretend this never happened.

[lady_bols]

"I did."

Her voice is barely more than a whisper.

"I know you can't possibly comprehend it, but I did."

I gave you everything you asked for. (His name is Gene.)

[the_gene_genie]

'You know, it's just struck me how truly cold you are, Drake.'

Before today, he'd never have thought that of her. But she pretended to care about him and all the time, was plotting ways of bringing him down behind his back. Her and her little tape machine. He appealed for the truth and she came up with something ludicrous and is now acting like he's in the wrong for not believing it. And he hadn't thought about it before but really, he should have known. He's not the only one she's been treating this way.

'You told me once you 'ad a daughter. You don' phone her. You never talk about her. You never try an' see her...'

[lady_bols]

She strikes him across the face with her open palm, a slap so hard it pulls a harsh grunt from her lips and rocks his head back, leaving her panting for breath.

She stares at him, shaking with rage, wondering if he knows how truly deeply he wounded her with those words, and then realising -- he doesn't care. (His name is Gene and today...)

She's lost him for good.

She whirls and storms out of his office.

[the_gene_genie]

A slap so hard, he needs a moment to swallow and breath and blink, a moment to process it. But then she's leaving and that hint of vulnerability in his tone, that lack of strength...it's swalloed by the rage that boils up through him and he's not letting her walk out of here on that note. No bloody mental tart hits him and runs away.

'I'm doin' this without you!'

She's halfway across the office and they're all watching and he doesn't care.

'An' you dare t'get in my way, I swear to God, I will kill you.'

[lady_bols]

She turns long enough to hear his pronouncement, long enough to get one long last look at him.

You may already have, she thinks.

And it still doesn't hurt as much as this. (His name is Gene and he is -- was my constant.)

She doesn't even answer his threat, just runs, not knowing where she's going or how she's going to get through the next twelve hours.

[the_gene_genie]

His eyes follow her out the door. And down the corridor; he can see her through the glass.

He can see the others looking at him too and...he shouldn't have said that. That was...he shouldn't have said it.

She's gone and they're gone, but he could never...

It doesn't matter.

It's over.

[lady_bols]

[[ Alex's version, cont'd here | Gene's version, cont'd here ]]