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[Sam has his hands in his pockets, casually strolling about the Astral Plane. Is he a bit shaken up? Maybe, but he's doing his best not to show it]

'ey, Gene? What do you say to going to the pub? Could do with a Scotch myself.

And, uh, did I miss anything?

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I strangled you in the backseat of the Cortina, Tyler! What the hell more evidence do you need? I'm bloody scum, twice over now, but this time it was against one of my own, against my own DI. Wake up, Tyler!

You're not responsible! It wasn't of your own free will, Guv! [runs his hands over his face and through his hair] Why can't you believe that? You're always telling me to trust my instincts---well, fine! I do trust my instincts, and they're telling me that you're not a fucking bastard murderer!

And mine are saying I don't deserve to be DCI anymore. Mine are saying I'm not better than Woolfe.

Harry Woolfe was running heists for years. He executed Dicky Fingers deliberately, premeditative murder. You were hypnotised by some bastard alien into doing something you would have never done in your life.

If you step down, who's supposed to be DCI? Me? The smell of CID makes me sick, Guv; I need you to help me get through this. I can do this, Guv, but not on my own.

[stares him down angrily, jaw set, then looks away.] Fuck. Just...fuck, Tyler, what am I supposed to do? CID makes you sick, you can't trust me -- you can't do your job if I'm around, you stupid git. And staring at my mug everyday isn't gonna help you get over the fact that you died. You don't bloody well hang around with the man that offed you, Tyler!

I've been doing pretty well avoiding the Masters, yeah.

You're wrong. I can and do trust you, and I can and will do my job. Nothing could help me more than being forced to face this, and you, Guv, are pretty much twisting my arm in that regard. I can't run away from it if you're here.

The Masters didn't kill you you nonce. [sighs, running a hand through his hair, then over his face. this is frustrating] Know what, Tyler? Fine. You trust me. If that's the case, we can cut this 'chatting' bullshit and go get ourselves right and fully pissed. Agreed?

Except that they did. It was the new one who did it, I know. And one of the Doctors is going to teach me how to fight hypnotism off.

You've spent the weekend getting drunk. Getting hammered isn't an healthy reponse to trauma, Guv.

Edited 2008-02-26 02:21 (UTC)

You don't know what you're bloody well talking about. [glares and takes another swig] I don't need a lecture from you, Gladys.

[nods to the flask] That's not going to help you. It's another type of cowardice. [because Mother Knows Best]

[okay, he's sick of the cowardice knocks and he shows it by grabbing you again, Sam] Don't you dare stand there and lecture me about cowardice, you piece of shit! What the hell would you know about anything, Tyler? You've spent your whole time in my department running from it for some ridiculous life in Hyde because you can't face the fact you're here. You're doing it now with that little brat, as if hiding behind your precious technology is gonna change a bloody thing!

[right, well, you just nearly broke him, Gene, because all that violence from you is killing him. But the shouting isn't what'll break him. The fact that he latches onto your arms and forces himself to meet your eyes? That is what'll end up getting him. Do be careful. He needs you to push him far enough to get over this, but if you push him too hard he'll fall right over the edge]

I'm not running from anything.

[but Gene meets his gaze, glaring at him, more emotions than Gene actually has words or understanding for working through him. never back down, that's what the Guv knows, what he believes. and yet he can see something in Sam, can sense how he's terrified -- you can't be on the force and not understand that, after all the times you see it in suspects, in victims, in witnesses. and so Gene looks away first, shrugging Sam off him and lighting a cigarette so he doesn't have to listen to his DI bitch about drinking anymore]

Just keep telling yourself that, Dorothy.

[well, that's it. There's only one language Gene understand, and he's going to get it. That's right, folks: punch to the face]

[stumbles back because OW. you wanna play that game, Sam? fine! and Gene takes a swing at you -- and stops mid-punch, fist a few centimeters from your face, because that's exactly what you do to the div you just finished murdering, you punch him. so Gene actually pulls back, angry, and just turns his back on Sam] ...fuck.

[and that in itself is the most terrifying proof that Sam can't just fix all of this up to make it ago. It scares him]

Guv.

[there's not much he can say, though. Except this--]

I want to borrow the Cortina.

[so not what Gene was expecting] You want to what?

I want to borrow the Cortina. Not for long or anything. Maybe an hour every day for a bit. I could bring it here to the Astral Plane if you don't want me to take up any real time with it; might be better that way.

Ignoring the fact I'm gonna tell you no, you can't have my bloody car, the hell do you want it for?

The ability to sit in the passenger seat of your Cortina seems to be in the job requirements for this particular DI post. I have no intention of giving up this post anytime soon, so! Your Cortina and I need to reestablish the happy relationship we held prior to this unfortunate incident.

[contemplate that, watching Sam carefully] The Cortina is not a requirement to be Guv, however, Tyler.

[frowns, looking at Gene questioningly] ...I don't know... what you mean.

I mean exactly what I said. I have to keep CID whole, and that means not taking out both of us. You can't work with me, Tyler, and don't try and say you can. So I'm stepping down and making you DCI. I can protect this City just as well as DI as I could Guv.

[that is the sound of stunned silence]

Edited 2008-02-26 03:35 (UTC)

Don't give me that look. Just do what I bloody well say for once.