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Tweak says, "See you, space cowboy."

sammyboy (sammyboy) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-27 20:07:00

Entry tags:

active, day 33, gene hunt, sam tyler

Who: Sam Tyler and Gene Hunt
What: An unexpected reunion
When: Day 33, evening
Where: Bar
Rating: TBD
Status: active

Sam was starting to get fed up of all this sitting around, and being on his own most of the time wasn't helping. Sure he'd met Shannon, but he'd kept himself to himself most other times. Besides, it was strange not being around Annie. Since they had started to date he'd never been apart from her. Not for this long and without a way back anyway. Even when he'd went back to 2006 and then chose to come back to her, it hadn't been this long. And he knew he could get back to her.

Sitting in a corner booth, he quickly ordered a whiskey, taking a drink from it. He wasn't normally a man to get extremely drunk, but somehow right now, it seemed a good idea.

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sammyboy
2009-02-28 05:48 am UTC (link)

Sam took another sip of his drink, sighing as he looked around. It was pretty much empty, maybe a few people scattered about with friends, or drinking alone like he was. Then another man walked in and Sam was sure he was dreaming, or hallucinating, or something like that. He knew that person, knew him extrememly well, and hadn't expected to see him here. He thought if Gene had been here, he would have known by now.

Taking a deep breath he considered just shouting him over, but knew Gene would expect him to go to the bar anyway. Picking up his glass, he thought of what to say when he got there as he walked. Placing his glass on the bar, and sliding onto the stool, he decided to say the most obvious thing.

"Guv."

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asgenehunt
2009-02-28 06:27 am UTC (link)

Paying little attention to the light thud of a glass being set on the bar beside him, it was only that particular moniker which made his hands pause where they were uncapping the bottle he'd apprehended. Only that familiar voice from a gone time which had him looking over his shoulder to see... Sam?

Blimey, had he gotten pissed as a rat already and hadn't realised it? Because that was the most plausible reason in his mind to be seeing the man next to him. But then, the girl he'd met had told him she was from the future and knew about things that hadn't happened yet, so, no, why should seeing someone who was dead seem strange at all. Except, it did. It really did. He'd been to his funeral for god's sake. And Gene stared at him, not quite absorbing that he was real and actually sitting there, and yet not quite able to turn away and decide that maybe he'd been wrong when he'd said that none of the drinking would ever affect his perception.

"Bloody hell," he blurted out artlessly, the lines around his eyes more confused than angry. "This place doesn't 'alf pull some tricks on the mind."

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sammyboy
2009-02-28 06:35 am UTC (link)

He raised an eyebrow at the look in his eyes as he noticed he was there. It was shock, not the look of a friend who he had seen only moments before he found himself here. And tricks? He most certainly wasn't a trick.

He quickly signalled for another drink, grinning when it just appeared. It was times like these he loved this place. Taking a sip, he glanced back at Gene.

"What are you on about?"

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asgenehunt
2009-02-28 07:23 am UTC (link)

Gene was about to stoutly reply with You're not dead, in ever reassuring Hunt subtlety. But, well, clearly he wasn't dead. What Gene would have meant was that he wasn't dead when he should be. That car had been underwater for too long, and while it was true that they'd never found his body, he didn't believe for a moment that anything short of full-blown amnesia would have stopped Sam from letting them know he was safe.

However, even Gene, shockingly, had the tact not to vocalise the fact that, to him, Sam had shuffled - or rather drove - his way off this mortal coil. If this really was his friend, then he didn't want to provoke him into the sort of agitated state which hearing about that could cause. There was a time when he thought Sam had been perfectly capable of achieving that state on his own. In his eyes, the boy had been a few slices short of a sandwich when they'd first met.

"Didn't expect to see your mug around here," he replied hazily, with a hand gesture that meant the new environment he'd been stuck in. It was, at least, an honest answer, if not a full one.

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sammyboy
2009-02-28 10:38 am UTC (link)

It was taking Gene a long time to reply to him. Sam took that moment to glance at his face and realised that he looked rather older than last time. Last time he saw him his eyes looked slightly younger. But he didn't know what would have made him seem slightly older in age. He seemed to know more too, held himself differently, slightly more slumped, almost like he had more on his shoulders than before.

Sam nodded when Gene finally spoke, taking another sip of his drink.

"Didn't expect to see you either. Thought if you were here I would have known by now. You're not easy to miss."

He hoped that didn't sound quite as rude as he thought it might as he thought over his sentence.

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asgenehunt
2009-02-28 12:22 pm UTC (link)

Finally tearing his eyes away from his friend to look down at the bottle he wielded, Gene lowered into the seat next to him. Having heard many insults over the years, usually from people he was much less inclined to forgive, if there was any rudeness in what Sam had said then it simply rolled over Gene. Okay. He was willing to believe, if only because he wanted this. More than he would admit out loud, but he felt it somewhere deep down and very important.

Streuth. He was surely going barking mad. But this was the only time since he'd arrived that, suddenly, part of it seemed worthwhile. Gene didn't quite know how to express the depths of which he'd missed him, except to reach over and give his shoulder a firm squeeze - so solid, so real, and even that leather jacket was the same. He let his hand linger there for a few seconds longer than necessary, before dropping it and wrapping his steely fingers around his bottle again. He didn't give any more than that. Didn't want Sam to think he was going furry now, did he.

"Shame my reputation didn't follow me here. I haven't had much of a reason to make myself known around this place," he admitted. After all, this wasn't his territory, and there was no one to mark it for anyway, no boundaries that needed established, no heads to knock some sense (or something more damaging) into. In theory, the lack of crime was what he'd always fought to achieve through his work. But now that he was actually faced with the reality of it... They would have laughed at that back in London, the idea that without the scum of the city to contend against, his purpose was all but used up. They would have been right, though. "How long have you been skulking around?"

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sammyboy
2009-03-01 03:17 pm UTC (link)

Sam watched as he sat next to him, nodding a little. Then he did something he never expected from Gene. As his hand reached out, squeezing his shoulder gently, his eyes followed his movements. It was as if he was trying to assess how much of Sam really was there, check that he was indeed sitting there. Which was strange, and for a moment he wondered what may have brought that on. Wondered why Gene would be so close to touchy fee-ly. Not in an uncomfortable way, but in the way one might grasp a friend they thought was long gone, or they hadn't seen in years.

"Know the feeling. Though I met up with a woman who worked in the police force in Cardiff before she came here, so we were thinking on getting a few of us together. Compile everything we have and know." He took a sip of his drink, then glanced up at Gene at his question. "Oh a fair few days. Seems like a year though. What about you?"

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asgenehunt
2009-03-05 11:02 am UTC (link)

"Almost two weeks. With your reasoning, that makes it feel like several years." And it really did. At that thought piling on top of the one that Sam was really there, he finally poured himself a drink, a glass of whiskey. It tasted just how it used to at Nelson's.

"Nothing makes sense," he grunted, which was, in his own way, approval of the plan to gather anyone useful together. Being with people who knew what they were doing was surely the next step to take. He'd just have to hope they weren't on Chris' level of 'useful', which largely consisted of fumbling around in the hope a clue would spring up and having breakthroughs completely by accident.

Gene hated to admit how little he actually knew, so he didn't. He took a sip from his glass instead.

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sammyboy
2009-03-05 02:23 pm UTC (link)

Sam sighed and nodded when he spoke, agreeing that with Sam's way of viewing it that he had been here for a long time. He'd barely been here long himself and it already felt like he'd spent a lot of time here. He watched as Gene poured himself a drink, taking a sip from his own as he did.

"Exactly. So I was thinking if we did get together with other people from various forms of law enforcement we could easily figure out something. Something is not right here."

He took another sip of his drink, thinking over what he had said and giving Gene a moment to comment before beginning to speak again.

"Gwen, she's a copper from Wales, is going to have a look into who here is involved in law enforcement, so we can get a better idea of what we're dealing with size wise."

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asgenehunt
2009-03-06 02:48 am UTC (link)

Patting his shirt down for a cigarette, and finding one in his pocket, the vague notion of quitting which he'd briefly dabbled with disappeared altogether. He would have offered Sam one, but didn't want a lecture on the apparent danger of smoking. Danger, at this juncture, was not the terrible idea it once seemed. It was so easy, slipping back into their old pace. Some scum to chase after, and it would feel like old times. For now, he'd have to put up with an escape mission.

"It's not one of your worst ideas," he mused. He made a mental note of the policewoman's name, although he wasn't likely to forget it. Not much there to distract him. It might be worth his while, he decided, to check up on her at the next opportunity, and hope that she wasn't from the same Welsh constabulary he'd had the displeasure of contacting occasionally. Probably best to bring Sam along with him, because he'd always been better with WPCs (Gene always claimed this was because, unlike himself, there wasn't much in Sam for woman to be intimated by, in terms of rugged masculine prowess). If this Gwen was anything like the modern-progressive type Alex was, he had doubts as to how productive a one-on-one meeting would be. No matter how dire the situation, first meetings didn't tend to pan out so smoothly for Gene. Not that that had ever stopped him before.

"Getting to know the local birds, are we." He looked at Sam, with a mote of genuine interest to hear the reply to what he said next. "I'm sure Annie would have something to say about that."

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sammyboy
2009-03-06 05:39 pm UTC (link)

Sam sat back a little when Gene pulled out a cigarette, resisting the urge to roll his eyes and pull it away. After all, he had tried to warn him before and it had done no good, why would noe be any different?

He galnced at Gene as he spoke. Not one of his worst ideas? So he approved then, he could tel. Gene was never one to tell Sam well done, so something like that must mean something small at least. He sipped his drink, glancing away from Gene as he smiled a little. Gene actually agreed and thought he was right.

Sam groaned at the tone in his voice when Gene spoke his next question, rolling his eyes this time as he stared at his DCI. Gene really didn't think it was possible to be just friends with a woman and not want anything more from them, did he?

"Annie trusts me. Knows I wouldn't do anything like that."

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