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Geoffrey Tennant ([info]unhingedrapier) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2009-08-17 07:17:00

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Entry tags:constable benton fraser, ellen fanshaw, geoffrey tennant, inspector meg thatcher

When sorrows come, they come not single spies
Who: Geoffrey Tennant, Ellen Fanshaw, Meg Thatcher, Constable Benton Fraser
What: Reunion, possibly.
Where: Luton, England
When: More or less an hour after this post
Warnings: Possible swearing, given Geoffrey and Ellen's fantastic command of the art.


The phone wouldn't stop ringing.

Geoffrey Tennant is not a man renowned for his patience. He's also not renowned for enjoying the phone, either; and he likes it even less since the last time he spoke to a much-maligned old friend before he was run over and killed by a pig truck.

The phone is now in the freezer.

His first instinct had been to throw it out a window, but it had bounced off the reinforced whatever-it-is they make windows out of now and hit him in the head, so the freezer seemed like the better option.

It's probably still ringing, but if it is, he can't hear it anymore. And he's going to sit right here and finish making this little stage diorama out of those tiny water crackers he found in a cupboard and which the upper-middle-class seem to love so much, and ignore it happily. Well. Maybe not happily. Perhaps that's too strong of a word. But it beats wanting to tear his brain out of his own skull and thinking too much about what's going on.

Suits him just fine.



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[info]megthatcher
2009-08-17 11:32 am UTC (link)
"He's still not answering," reports Meg as she slips her Blackberry back into her jacket pocket. Again. "Fortunately we're almost there." She scowls briefly out the windshield. Tennant probably shoved it under the bed or threw it down the cellar or something even more childish than that.

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[info]chicagomountie
2009-08-17 11:37 am UTC (link)
In the back seat of the Mustang, Fraser's brow creases with a frown as he leans forward. "You don't suppose he's ... ?"

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[info]dame_ellen
2009-08-17 11:38 am UTC (link)
"Being an ass?" interrupts Ellen, trying once more to fiddle with her window controls. "He's had lots of practice. Trust me."

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[info]chicagomountie
2009-08-17 11:43 am UTC (link)
He turns his head to look at her, nonplussed by her statement. "I meant to refer to his physical welfare. My fiancée in particular noted that his despondency when they spoke was rather profound."

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[info]dame_ellen
2009-08-17 11:46 am UTC (link)
Ellen twists her head to look back at him. "Are we talking of melancholy Dane profound?"

Despite her earlier show of insouciance, her eyes are troubled. "Can't this thing go any faster?"

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[info]megthatcher
2009-08-17 11:47 am UTC (link)
"Not legally," answers Meg. "Fortunately, we don't have to. We're here."

The Shelby Mustang pulls up to the curb in front of a two storey house with an immaculately managed lawn.

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[info]chicagomountie
2009-08-17 11:57 am UTC (link)
Fraser waits for Ellen to get out of the car, pausing to look at the house with its impossibly tidy facade and mulling over the options in his head.

Should he just stay put, here in the car, where it's ... well, safe? Relatively speaking, that is?

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(no subject) - [info]megthatcher, 2009-08-17 11:59 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 12:00 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]megthatcher, 2009-08-17 12:00 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]chicagomountie, 2009-08-17 12:03 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]megthatcher, 2009-08-17 12:06 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 12:18 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]megthatcher, 2009-08-17 12:21 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 12:22 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]chicagomountie, 2009-08-17 01:10 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 01:11 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 01:15 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 01:24 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 01:26 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 01:44 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 01:50 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 01:57 pm UTC

[info]megthatcher
2009-08-17 01:52 pm UTC (link)
Her back now fully turned to the reunited couple, Meg sees Ben and the wolf. Her arms rise in a familiar pattern.

Repairs made.

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[info]chicagomountie
2009-08-17 02:01 pm UTC (link)
Fraser had, quite rapidly, shielded his eyes and turned aside to avoid feeling like a rather inappropriate voyeur upon what should strictly be a private moment, but he catches her gesture out of the corner of his eye.

Understood.

He can't bring himself to quite lower his hand in order to reply back, for to do so would be to bring them into view again, and judging by the, ahem, interrupted conversation going on, he doesn't want to.

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[info]megthatcher
2009-08-17 02:03 pm UTC (link)
Meg rocks back and forth on her heels for a few moments, trying vainly to ignore the sounds behind her.

She can't quite manage it.

She clears her throat.

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[info]dame_ellen
2009-08-17 02:04 pm UTC (link)
"Didn't you--couldn't you--"

Oh, god, it's been too long.

"Call?" she finishes at last.

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[info]unhingedrapier
2009-08-17 02:07 pm UTC (link)
"I," he starts, "tried," he finishes, from somewhere in the region of her clavicle. This place has a bedroom, doesn't it? Probably. He isn't sure. He hasn't bothered to look.

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[info]dame_ellen
2009-08-17 02:11 pm UTC (link)
"You did?" she gasps as her feet leave the ground. "Oh. Okay. I'm sorry. I forgive you."

Forgiveness, apparently, requires her hands roaming over his body, as much as she can while she is trapped in his embraced. "Jesus fuck, Geoff...."

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(no subject) - [info]megthatcher, 2009-08-17 02:12 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 02:19 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 02:22 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]chicagomountie, 2009-08-17 02:25 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]megthatcher, 2009-08-17 02:28 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 02:35 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 02:39 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 02:42 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 02:45 pm UTC
Later...
[info]unhingedrapier
2009-08-17 02:52 pm UTC (link)
Geoffrey stares, unseeing, up at the popcorn ceiling, his chest rising and falling in staccato movements as he lies there on his back, catching his breath.

"Oh, God," he manages to say, though its utterance is somewhat hoarse.

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Re: Later...
[info]dame_ellen
2009-08-17 02:56 pm UTC (link)
Breathing. Deep from the diaphragm. Inhale blue, exhale red.

"Didn't think he was invited either," she says, coughing briefly. Some of the unknown rug fibers are clinging to her nose. How'd they get there? She brushes them off.

"Do you know," she says at last, "when we were on our way over here, I wasn't sure what we'd do first. I was utterly prepared to...." She moves closer, pillowing her head on his shoulder. "Well, I don't suppose I went too far off script. I did realise it was a fuck or fight situation."

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Re: Later...
[info]unhingedrapier
2009-08-17 02:59 pm UTC (link)
He angles his head so that he can look down at her. "Ellen, everything is a fuck or fight situation for you."

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Re: Later...
[info]dame_ellen
2009-08-17 03:02 pm UTC (link)
"All hail the drama queen," she murmurs, her mouth twisting to one side as she smiles up at him. "But what about context, hmm? What sort of story are we telling here? Comedy or tragedy? If it's tragedy, I'm going to need to go shopping, because everything black I can wear is back at New Burbage."

Tragedy, after all, especially in Shakespeare, ends in a funeral. A comedy, on the other hand....

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Re: Later...
[info]unhingedrapier
2009-08-17 03:05 pm UTC (link)
He frowns, perhaps somewhat petulantly. "Can't we just do more of the fucking?"

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Re: Later...
[info]dame_ellen
2009-08-17 03:08 pm UTC (link)
Ellen chuckles. "Well, not here." She twists her head to study the carpet. "Isn't there a bed in this place? Or a sofa? Or are we just going to take turns fucking on the floor of every room in the house?" She gazes up at the ceiling, lips pursed as she considers their surroundings. "That could take a while."

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Re: Later... - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 03:10 pm UTC
Re: Later... - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 03:12 pm UTC
Re: Later... - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 03:15 pm UTC
Re: Later... - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 03:18 pm UTC
Re: Later... - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 03:25 pm UTC
Re: Later... - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 03:28 pm UTC
Re: Later... - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 03:58 pm UTC
Re: Later... - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 04:00 pm UTC
Re: Later... - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 04:08 pm UTC
Re: Later... - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 04:11 pm UTC
Re: Later... - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 04:19 pm UTC
Re: Later... - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 04:22 pm UTC
Still later
[info]dame_ellen
2009-08-17 04:28 pm UTC (link)
This time, after this time, she manages to get to her feet while he's still remembering how to manage this thing call breathing, to begin prowling around the house. The kitchen soon catches her attention, with its plethora of brushed stainless steel appliances and well-stocked pantry. "Just how the hell...." she murmurs in wonder, opening the refrigerator door. "No beer?"

And no half-eaten containers of take-out, either. There is honest-to-god fresh produce in this thing.

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Re: Still later
[info]unhingedrapier
2009-08-17 04:32 pm UTC (link)
Geoffrey grunts in feigned annoyance from his spreadeagled position on the floor, all the while appreciating the view he's getting. "Don't look. It's inhuman."

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Re: Still later
[info]dame_ellen
2009-08-17 04:33 pm UTC (link)
"Papaya juice?" She bends over to make sure she's seeing everything on the top shelf. "And mango? You mean that blender on the counter is for making health drinks?"

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Re: Still later
[info]unhingedrapier
2009-08-17 04:36 pm UTC (link)
Ellen is not as young as she was - neither of them are - but damn, that is not a view he thinks will get old anytime soon. He frowns.

"What the fuck is a papaya?" he asks, his brain feeling distinctly fogged with endorphins.

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Re: Still later
[info]dame_ellen
2009-08-17 04:38 pm UTC (link)
She straightens up to shoot him her own exasperated look. "It's some kind of fruit, I think. How the fuck should I know?" She lets the refrigerator door swing shut. "Got any fags? I've been dying for a smoke, and they wouldn't let me. Not even in the car."

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Re: Still later
[info]unhingedrapier
2009-08-17 04:45 pm UTC (link)
He pushes himself up on his elbows and cants his head at her. "I don't smoke, Ellen. I haven't smoked in years."


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Re: Still later - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 04:50 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 04:57 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 05:00 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 05:08 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 05:10 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 05:14 pm UTC
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Re: Still later - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 05:25 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 05:29 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 05:37 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 05:39 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 05:43 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 05:47 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 05:54 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]dame_ellen, 2009-08-17 05:56 pm UTC
Re: Still later - [info]unhingedrapier, 2009-08-17 06:04 pm UTC


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