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[didorothy]

Right, so. Has anyone else noticed any changes to their homes? Other than the random shop and the sudden appearance of the astral plane, that is.

For example, I have a big chunk of 2006 sitting in the middle of my 1973. Yuyuko and Fumie have both noticed differences in how someone they know behaves. [and Gene Hunt now has sparkly blood, but we're just not going to mention that]

[Incidentally, he is speaking a bit thickly, as he has a broken nose.]

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[didorothy]

[meets Gene's eyes, and then looks away. He takes in a deep breath] There's a lot I haven't told you... about 'Hyde.' Don't know that you'd want to hear it.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

That so? [just stares at him, eyebrow quirked, then reaches over and grabs his lapels, dragging him close] I don't much like having things kept from me, Tyler, especially about those people who I trust to be watching my back so as I don't get bloody well shot. So I suggest you fess up and tell me what you've been hiding about 'Hyde' or you can consider yourself off the team.

[didorothy]

You don't want to hear it, Guv.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Try me.

[didorothy]

[wets his lips, looking down to collect himself, then back up at Gene to gauge reactions] Well... I'm not from... Hyde. I don't know how you got those transfer papers. It's like... everything here was set up for me. I didn't ask to transfer here, Guv. I didn't need to; I've worked in that building ever since I joined the force.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Bullshit, Tyler! [lets him go with a rough shove, stepping away and running a hand through his hair before grabbing his cigs and lighting up] Those papers aren't faked, Tyler. What's so important you feel you've got to lie to me? Because you sure as hell haven't set foot in my CID before.

[didorothy]

No, Gene. It was - will be - my CID. Thirty-three years from now, I'm DCI of Greater Manchester Police. I was made DCI when I was thirty-four.

That was in 2003.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

... [pulls out his flask, cause this requires booze. probably more than he's carrying]

There's no Goddamn way you're DCI of anything, Tyler. You're a bloody div and I don't find jokes like this funny. [loooong inhale on his cig] You're telling me that your 'Hyde' is my City, in the future? And you've somehow grown enough balls to be able to protect her? Don't fucking play games with me, Tyler.

[didorothy]

I'm not playing games. I was born in 1969. My dad left my mum and I at a family wedding when I was four. That's 1973. 1988, I joined the force. I was nineteen. I knew Red Rum would win the Grand National because he already had. Wins in '74 and '77 again, by the way. He gets second in '75 and '76. "Redrum" is used in some of Stephen King's books, incidentally. It's "murder" spelt backwards.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[the Guv is having a reeeeally hard time taking all this in, let alone digesting it. Sam Tyler, his DI, the sissy nonce from Hyde...is from the future. and is DCI of Gene's precious CID. head law enforcement agent for his beloved City. the bastard can barely string two words together to form a coherent sentence and gets his panties in a wad over proper procedure, and he's the head of CID. not to mention the whole impossibility of time travel thing, but the Guv's more focused on Sam being DCI]

...bloody hell. [finishes off his drink, goes for another] ...bloody fucking hell. And you expect me to believe that? All of it? What do you take me for, Tyler? I'm not a loony.

[didorothy]

I don't expect you to believe it. I would have told you if I did.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

So that's it. That's your big secret. [Gene has become a chimney] You're batshit, Tyler. You know that? No wonder no one listens to you. You aren't fit to lead a dog out for a shit.

[didorothy]

I'm not mad, Gene.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

You bloody well could have fooled me, Gladys. So now what? Tap your heels, head back to Kansas? Is that what you're hoping for, Dorothy? Leave us all in the shitter so you can go back to your shiney piece of shit -- [stops, eyes narrowing] That's it, isn't it? That's why you bloody well like that little div, isn't it? Well not on my bloody watch, Tyler. I don't give two shits if you think you're some dandy from the future. Your place is in CID, you understand?

[didorothy]

What do you care about where I go? You always say you want me gone. How is my place in your CID when it's thirty-three bloody years in my past? Everyone still treats me like an outsider! How is that where I belong?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[uh-oh, Gene's laughing in that unamused way he laughs when he's about to punch Sam in the face. and poor Sam just got his nose fixed, too] Now you listen to me, Tyler, and you listen good. My job is to make sure CID is whole, and I can't do that without a bloody DI. And see's how you're the useless bloke currently in said position, that means I need you if I'm to have a complete team, you understand? I could give two bloody shits about you, but you belong here, as part of my team, and if you've got a problem with that, tough. Maybe if you took a moment to stop prancing around with that titless git, you'd see that. But I suppose that's out of the bleedin' question, since she's the only plod who'll give you the time of day, see's how Cartwright's at least smart enough not to warm your sheets, you Goddamn sod. Not that she ever will, since your precious 2006 is more important than the damned people standing right bloody well in front of you!

[didorothy]

Why don't you just get a new DI, then? Ray'll fill the job, he's only got one cell death to his name. And what the hell is with your obsession over whether I spend time with Fumie?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[hi, Sam! have that punch to the face now] Ray's a bloody fool. So are you, but at least you've got some sort of sense -- well, used to. I thought you did, you bleedin' div. Now I'm not so sure. [oh, for the love of. have another punch to the gut, Sam] I shouldn't have to repeat myself, Tyler.

[didorothy]

[right, okay, going to pull off breathing any minute now. Here we go!] You were rambling and hammered. I had no idea what the hell you were going on about. [stands back upstraightening out his jacket] So tell me again, Guv.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I said our realities are bloody well dividing, you uselss bastard, and yours is merging with that brat's. Meaning the CID you hate but that I damn well live for will never be complete. Did you hear me that time, Gladys, or need me to box yours ears, too?

[didorothy]

[snaps] I don't hate CID. [and now, not!snappish] And I'm sure that makes perfect sense to you. 'Realities merging and dividing.' Do you even know what that means?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[snaps back] Then bloody well act like it, Tyler! [huffs] It means you're moving away from me and more toward that brat, that's what it means. It means CID won't be whole again.

[didorothy]

[and, finally, Sam Gets It. Which means he's going to be all 'Dorothy' about it. His anger fades, and he takes on something held back from compassion, lest Gene reject it by virtue of its weakness] I'm not going to let CID fall apart. I won't let that happen.

Did she say what we have to do?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[finally! though, for once, Gene lets it go without a smart remark, because he's having a moment. that, and he doesn't really want to go over the details of the whole thing. feelings, and all that. ghastly stuff] Sure you won't, Tyler.

[snorts and takes a drink] Said we have to get closer, whatever the hell that's supposed to mean.

[didorothy]

I won't.

Well she can't mean your fist, as I reckon I'm rather well aquainted with that. [glances at Gene's flask and then shoves his hands into his pockets] I doubt she means it physically. [frowns] You mentioned a computer, when you talking about it last time.