★★★7

[didorothy]

[have Sam as the happiest he has ever been. Ever. Why is he so happy? That would be because there is a mobile phone in his hand. That's right, a mobile phone, from 2006]

I was - 1973 - but 2006! The textile factory, it's - it just turns into 2006. I was - my mobile! I have my mobile back! [isn't cuddling the mobile phone. Really!] And my PC and satellite television and it's all there and the rest of Manchester is '73 but there's that little, little... pocket of 2006...

Oh, uh, Fumie? You left your glasses at my flat.

[now, back to not!cuddling the mobile phone]

Comments

[theguv.livejournal.com]

The bloody hell you aren't, merging with that damn brat's world. [mumbles and grumbles and takes another drink, leaning into Tyler unwittingly] Goddamn scum...

[didorothy]

[supports his Guv, of course] What are you on about?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Don't give me that, Tyler! You know bloody well what I'm on about! Technology and 'internet' and all that bleedin' bullshit...you're my DI and this is 1973 and you should damn well care about CID and not some Goddamn pointless trinkets. [finishes off that flask, patting his pockets for another] Movin' away from CID...movin' away from the rest of us to be with that damned brat...and you call yourself a copper... [incoherent drunken rambling, go]

[didorothy]

[at least the incoherent drunken rambling makes more sense to Sam than the words Sam could make out] No, I have no idea what you're talking about. And I don't think you know either. [puts the empty flask away neatly and pulls Gene's hands away from getting another] Come on, Guv. I'm taking you home. [and thus attempts to drag Gene off to where the Cortina probably is. Sam has a plan! He will use Gene to make the Cortina appear to Sam so he can put Gene in it and drive him home. See how clever your DI is?]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[glares angrily at having his booze stolen] Bullshit. That bird with the tits, what's her name...she showed me. Said you were 'merging' with the girlie's reality and moving farther from 1973, you bloody git. Said my death did it. [glowers] Goddamn sodding plod, don't know what she's talking about...stupid piece of shit computer. Hate 'em, hate 'em all. Gimme back my bloody booze, Tyler, or I'll break your fingers.

[didorothy]

What the hell does any of that mean? [no booze for Gene, as Sam attempts to figure out where the Cortina would be. Sam guesses.... here! And uses Gene to try to bump into it. But crap, no Cortina here. How about... here? Yay! We found the Cortina!]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

You tell me! That damned cunt, she said you were merging with the damned brat's reality and moving farther from mine. Said the only way to make CID whole again was to work together, the sodding bird. But you are so bloody well fixated on that bullshit technology you don't care a shit about CID, do you? [feels around, opens the door. thinks he's driving, haha] It was on this...this computer thing. Pulled up files on you and me. Goddamned freak of nature...

[didorothy]

[like hell he's driving. In the passenger seat you go, Guv] Of course I care about CID. I still have no idea what you're on about. [and tada~ Sam still has the keys that Gene's missus gave him in Sam's world]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Coulda fooled me, Tyler. Oi, what the hell is this? I'm driving, you div! [tries to get into the driver's seat, shoving at Sam] You're not touching my car, Gladys. Get out. [smacks him upside the head] That bird with the tits, Tyler. She called up information on us like you would a damn crook, had files and everything. Ask the bloody wench yourself but get out of my car!

[didorothy]

[grabs Gene's collar, slamming him back into the passenger seat. That's actually quite awkward from where Sam is sitting, but it doesn't matter] You are not driving this car. You are absolutely pissed and I'm not letting you die in a car accident. So sit there and put your goddamned seat belt on, because I am driving you home. [lets him go and sits back in the driver's seat]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[Gene's too pissed to really fight back and flops against the passenger seat with a half-hearted thwap at Sam's head, his own head lolling to the side as he stares out the window, eyes glazing over. reaches for another flask and takes a swig before Tyler can stop him] Pfft. I'd like to see you try, Gladys.

[didorothy]

[snatches the flask away and caps it, pocketing it himself so Gene can't get at it] I will. [and keys in the ignition, and off they go. Admittedly, this has to look pretty weird to anyone watching - Sam driving Gene's car with no one in it, and Gene apparently going on a ride without a driver - but Sam is not concerned with this] Why did you get so pissed anyway? You don't usually binge this early. [why yes, Sam is trying to use Gene's drunkenness to get some answers]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

That's none of your damn business, Dorothy. I can get pissed whenever the hell I like. [glares, because that was his last hidden flask. curse you, Sam, curse you]

[didorothy]

[victory is mine!] If I'm driving you home, it's my business. Which way do I turn? [not knowing where the Guv lives is a fatal flaw in his otherwise perfect plan]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

And I told you not to, so who the bloody hell do you think you are if I'm telling you where I live, Gladys? [hah! take that, Tyler]

[didorothy]

If I can't take you home, what the hell am I supposed to do with you? I'm not leaving you here.

[drums his fingers on the steering wheel]

Either tell me how to get to your place or I'm taking you to my flat, and you can sleep on the floor.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Or, you can bloody well let me drive my car and we'll be done with this nonsense. I'm not staying in your damn flat.

[didorothy]

You're not driving. [sighs] Please, Guv?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

...oh, for the love of -- fine. [huffs] Take a right. 's on the west side. Not that it'll bloody well matter. [begins fumbling with his keys now, cursing]

[didorothy]

[victory! And so Sam starts the drive to the Gene Genie's house] Why won't it matter?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

'cause if I can't find my Goddamn keys the missus won't let me in. [growls, drops his keys, curses loudly]

[didorothy]

Oh. [glances at the car floor, but unfortunately, Sam can't see the keys. Damned realities. After a moment] Which way from here?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Take a left. [tries grabbing his keys, hitting his head in the process] Goddamnit...! If you'd just let me drive this wouldn't be a problem, Tyler! [fumbles about more]

[didorothy]

Yeah, since we'd both've flown through the windshield and cracked our heads on the pavement. Tell me when to turn off.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to crash my car, Tyler. And it's at the end of the street. [grumbles, finding his keys finally, and flops back in the seat, back to fumbling with them to find the right one] Right bloody bastard, don't need your cocky mouth goin' off at me, damnit...