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*meredith sault

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It has come to our attention that some of have assisted our colleagues.

Those who have fought may wish for a reward. We shall permit you to choose one.

If you desire, you may make one request of us. Perhaps it is possible and we shall grant it. Perhaps it is not, and you may make another request.

It seems that answers are also sought. You may ask a question. It may be answered honestly and directly, or perhaps it cannot be, and you may ask another question.

You may select that which you wish for.

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Distance? Would you make some bloody sense, you crazy bird? What distance? Answer me!

[smiles] You did not give me an opportunity to answer you.

Then bloody well answer it now, ya div!

It seems you are only allowed one question.

That's bullshit! [anger control, Gene does not have. and he takes a swing at Meredith, bird bedamned]

[unfortunately for Gene, Meredith Sault happens to specialise in unarmed combat. One broken wrist, a dislocated shoulder, and a shattered humerus later, Meredith stops and realises she broke her toy]

Perhaps I shouldn't have done that. [injects a drug into Gene, paralysing him (and making it so he can't talk, thank god) and then puts her hand into her pocket and places what appears to be nothing on Gene's arm]

The IDU shall reverse the damage.

[by the time the drug wears off, Gene is all better. And Meredith is smiling, of course~]

[there are no words to express Gene's expression during that entire procedure. no, really, there aren't. cause yeah, the broken arm and shit? that hurt. but then -- oh, but then, as his bone was poking from his flesh there was Goddamned black blood with what looked conspicuously like spangles or glitter or SOMETHING in it (and, either way, it sure as hell wasn't the Guv's blood), but then he couldn't even speak because the damn bird injected him with something and then put something on his arm he couldn't see and he couldn't even yell at the pain of reknitting his entire arm. so when the drug finally wore off and he was free to speak, he did what any self-respecting Gene would do]

THE FUCK WAS THAT, WOMAN?!

[her smile broadens] The calculated result to an expected action.

YOU GODDAMN -- WHAT THE -- HOW -- [congratulations, Meredith, you've just rendered the Guv speechless] What the Goddamn bloody hell happened to my arm, you lousy bird? Those piece of shit twins said I had my body back and that...you... [ousbdgosbgobs]

The process of revival has necessary side-effects.

That is not a Goddamn 'necessary side effect' you little shit! You removed my blood! Where is it? Give it back you lying cunt!

I may not grant that request.

[is seriously contemplating taking another swing at her, the insolent little bitch] Then answer my original Goddamn question and tell me how I'm bloody well supposed to fix CID by working closer with Tyler. And give it to me straight.

I am uncertain that you would understand it.

[glaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare] Try me.

Show me the records on Sam Tyler and Gene Hunt. [taps on the panel which appears, watching as information scolls past] Show me the charts on reality divergence.

[turns the panel around so Gene can see the weird multi-dimensional charts]

Both your reality and Sam's reality have suffered damage and modification. This is not the issue.

Show me the data on reality divergence following Gene Hunt's death and revival.

[indicates where the chart has narrowed in on] Your realities have diverged dramatically from this point forth, reversing the merging process which was progressing until that point. Merging between Sam's reality and Fumie's reality, however, has progressed, though at a slower rate.

Close files. [and no more panel~]

[just...stares. cause the hell was that?] What the hell is that? Are you bloody well documenting this, you little shits? And what do you mean, diverging? We're from the same bloody place. Manchester, 1973. Where he and I should be together, but you're saying him and that bloody brat are what? Growing closer? I bloody knew he did something to her while I was gone.

If you believe that you and Sam should be together, then you may be advised not to seperate yourself from him.

Considering he hangs around me like a stray dog at a butcher's, I don't have much choice but to keep near him, now do I? But that's not the point. Will it fix CID?

[smiles condescendingly] Is that what you think I mean?

Well you sure as hell can't mean anything else because I'm not a bleedin' faerie.

Then you needn't continue to defend your orientation. I did not mean that either.

Then what the bloody hell do you mean?

I trust the Gene Genie will figure it out.

[and this is Gene just...hating you, Meredith]

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