the_gene_genie: (Ashes - Oh God Enough)
DCI Gene Hunt ([personal profile] the_gene_genie) wrote2012-07-30 01:12 am

OOM: Room 6620, #4

 He hadn't dozed for long yesterday. And it had been another restless night, although not as bad as before - he still gave up in the end though, and slipped out of bed before Alex woke up. He thought she'd be awake by the time he got out of the shower, but no. 

He went downstairs for a pint. Ridiculous really, at that time of morning, but he always recommended the pub after long operations that finished in the morning, so why should now be any different?  

Of course, he got a bit more than he bargained for.

Which is why he's not trying to be quiet when he comes back into the room. If she wakes up, good. She needs to hear this.
lady_bols: (lost)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-01 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Her shoulders rise and hover a bit, before falling down again.

'Just before. You said...'

She turns the mug of tea half a turn clockwise, and then back again, like there's a combination, and if she could only figure it out, she could find the right words.

'Unless you'd rather I stay in your room. Our room.'

Another spoonful of sugar, that's what she needs. Do dead women have to watch their caloric intake? Does she even care?
lady_bols: (s3 really)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-02 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
She's not trying to manipulate him at all, and if she knew that was what he was thinking, she'd insist on getting another room. She doesn't want to intrude on his life, she wants to be a part of it. A welcome part, at that.

'Right.' There's a nervous chuff of laughter, and she looks across at him, waiting for him to look up at her again.

'I want to stay, but it's your room. So if I get up your nose, just tell me, all right? Before it gets to be a problem.'
lady_bols: (afraid)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-02 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
'I wasn't pissed off at you. Not in the least.'

She's not quite sure where he got that impression. She sits very still, afraid to say anything for fear of setting him off again, and yet, as always, unable to stay quiet.

'So much has changed in the last few days, it's hard to know which way is up. And yes, we spent all day in bed yesterday, but right now, with you over there and me over here... It feels like we're right back where we started. I'm still trying to get my sea legs, and I -- I'd just -- I'd appreciate it if you'd cut me some slack.'
lady_bols: (chin up)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-02 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
'And you eat your toast,' she gestures with her fork, tearing into her omelette with a vengeance.

If he's going to boss her around, she's going to boss him around right back.

'Tetchy bastard.'

That statement is half-observation, half-affectionate jibe.
lady_bols: (s3 drinking coffee)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-02 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
She watches him light another, watches his hands go through the motion without conscious thought.

'I'll leave a message for her at the bar. I have a few things I want to pick up anyway.'
lady_bols: (modern looking down)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-03 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
While he's gone, Alex sits and drinks her tea, eyes sharp on the room, taking in all the strangeness it has to offer.

Is this a place she could spend the rest of her existence? If he goes back to Fenchurch and doesn't come back, how long does she wait for him? How long before she can move on properly? Will the Bar even let her move on properly? Will Heaven, or Nelson, or whoever's in charge of such things, even let her?

She nibbles at a piece of toast, not even tasting it. Too many questions. Too many unknowns.

And then there's the two of them. She's not sure what he wants from her, other than the obvious. And even that's not obvious, is it? It's early days yet, but it feels to her like something far more than just the basics. And what did he mean by saying he was staying until she was 'all right'?

How do they define 'all right'? She can make a good show of it, stiff upper lip and all that rot, but if he's leaving again, she knows she won't be 'all right' until he's back again. And if he never comes back, well...

She refills her mug for the umpteenth time and wishes he would come back and save her from her own head. Drinking something stronger than tea is very much on the agenda if it doesn't calm down and let her just breathe for a bit.
lady_bols: (s3 modern worried)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-04 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
'Yes, I think so.'

Her entire awareness is keyed in on him, and where he might be a bit more relaxed, she's all sharp edges now. She gives him a tight smile when he sits, leaning forward on her elbows, her own mug clasped between her hands, its contents suddenly fascinating.

She swallows, chews on her lower lip, her breath held for a long moment before she lets it out in as controlled a breath as she can manage.

'You know, it occurs to me, you could just -- ask the Bar. If it'll let you go home and come back. I mean, I'm not in a hurry for you to leave. Not at all. But if we could know whether or not --'

Has he ever seen Alex terrified before? Truly afraid down to her very core? He's seen her shaken, he's seen her livid, furious, and broken. But has he ever seen her afraid? She didn't let him see it when she walked through the door the first time. But the mere idea of losing him, of having to watch him be the one to walk away, it frightens her. Enough to make her complexion go pale. Enough to make her hands tremble and her mouth go dry.

She's trying to hide that from him right now, and maybe she's succeeding. But she's trying, because she's not the clingy type. In the last three days, she's had her world turned upside down, again and again. And for the first time, she's operating under the impression that not only is she allowed to lean on him, he wants her to. She was also under the impression that he needs her just as much as she needs him.

Which is why the idea of losing him steals her very language, leaving her stammering, staring into her teacup, and trying very, very hard not to let any of this turmoil show on the surface. She's had three years of practice. Maybe she's gotten good at it.

Maybe he's gotten good at seeing through it.
lady_bols: (s3 modern listening)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-04 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
She looks at him, listening as he fills in the blanks, her heart sinking.

'All right,' she echoes, trying to sound like she shares his confidence, even if she doesn't.

She's silent for a long time, focusing on her breathing, getting her head straight, or as straight as it ever is.

'Does time stop for you? On the other side of the door?'
lady_bols: (s3 gently)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-06 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She counts out each teaspoon, and only when he stops does she focus on his words.

'Give you long enough to miss me, you think?'

The ghost of a smirk flickers across her features. Things were good between them, and they will be again. Once the dust settles. She just has to trust him, and give it time.
lady_bols: (s2 smile (for gene))

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-06 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
There's something in his voice that makes those butterflies come back with a vengeance. Just a hint of something, and she doesn't dare put a name to it, but it's there.

She smiles, and looks down at her tea, and then back up into his eyes.

'Bolly-something, I think.'
Edited 2012-08-06 22:48 (UTC)
lady_bols: (s3 really)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-06 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes slit momentarily, but it's no use.

Even if he does forget, she knows she never will. And if they only have a brief time left to them, she doesn't want to waste a moment of it.

'Fancy another walk?'
lady_bols: (shoulders)

[personal profile] lady_bols 2012-08-06 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
She scoffs, mock-indignant, and looks away, her gaze scanning the room again. That cut a bit. Certainly, it would be easy to go back to the room and lose herself in him again. But they're still not on solid ground, and as much as she'd love to do just that, she won't.

'I'll be right back.' She stands and rests one hand on his shoulder, briefly.

Her turn to disappear, only she stops at the bar and leaves a note for Shaz. She also drops off her list of necessities, including the request for a nice fountain pen and a journal. Old habits, and what not. And then she heads for the loo, taking a moment to freshen up and catch her breath.

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