Car Trouble 1/?
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Episode:- None
Pairing:- Sandra/Gerry
Rating:- M
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Summary:- So now what do I do? Any bright ideas? If you were me stuck in a car in the pitch dark with a forest phobic now surrounded by trees that you happened to be in love with what would you do? Umm this could get awkward, very awkward.
Author's Note:- I thought it was a good idea to do something with Gerry's tree phobia and I wanted something fun not a deep therapy session so this is what came out! Enjoy and reviews would be lovely.
"I still say that Mason is as guilty as sin I don't know why we're going back to speak to his Mrs again she's told us all she knows or all she's going to admit to knowing anyway." That's Gerry, he's a good detective, a great man and the love of my life not that he knows that last bit that's just between you and me. He thinks we're wasting time, he's convinced that William Mason killed his mother and truth be told I agree with him but until we find a way to break his alibi we have to keep going round in circles and it makes him grumpy and impossible Actually who am I trying to kid he's always grumpy and impossible but right now it's driving me crazy whereas normally I can dismiss it as just the way he is and even find it endearing. You know rose tinted glasses and all that.
"We've had this discussion twice already Gerry once in the office when you lectured us all about the good old days then again for ten minutes when we got into the car I'm sorry that you are stuck with coming with me but Jack has to give his talk to the cadets or Strickland will be all over us and I promised Brian come hell or high water he'd not miss his team's next home match." God she is the most bloody minded, pig-headed pain in the ass of a woman I have ever known. She knows this is pointless, she knows Mason battered his dear old Mum over the head then left her to die as well as I do but instead of leaning on him until he coughs for it we are driving 50 miles outside London to question someone who is never going to tell us any more than she already has, I swear there are time when Sandra Pullman is completely bloody impossible and I'd have told her to shove her road trip where the sun don't shine if it wasn't for one thing. One big thing, in spite of all I've said I'm bloody crazy about her. She doesn't know that though she'd laugh in my face or tell me she knew the number of a good therapist if she did but it doesn't stop it being true.
"Yeah well it's still true, is the car supposed to be making that noise? I told you we should have brought my car, you can't beat good old British engineering now this German bollocks. German precision engineering my ass I'm telling you that engine isn't sounding healthy at all." Yeah right like I'd be travelling this distance in that "vintage" heap of crap of his, he keeps saying it's a classic, yeah a classic piece of shit! He's right about one thing though the car is making a very strange noise, one I've never heard it make before, and my foot's to the floor but we still not even breaking 60. This is bad and I don't just mean if we break down he'll never let me forget it but because I've realised what he hasn't yet, we're about to drive through the biggest area of woodland between London and Mrs Mason's property/ That might be something you don't find particularly problematic but it is for him he's scared of the woods. You can stop scoffing he's really scared of them, it's a thing, a proper phobia with a name and everything. He's always refused to tell us where it started but I's real, I've seen it for myself and breaking down surrounded by trees would be a nightmare for a whole lot of reasons.
"There's nothing wrong with the car Gerry you're imagining things but if it bothers you that much when we get there I'll question the wife while you go all macho man on me and check under the bonnet." Doesn't she bloody well realise that it's already 7 and nearly pitch black by the time we get there it'll be nearly 9 and from what I remember about the place we're going it's not floodlit. If we get there at all now that is the engine is spluttering and she thinks I haven't noticed that she's had her foot on the gas for the last ten minutes and we're still not breaking the speed limit even on this arse hole of nowhere country road. Not only that but now we're stuck driving through a pile of fucking trees, both sides of the road lined with bloody 30 ft. trees I swear if this car breaks down here I'll kill her for getting me into this. In love with her or not there are some things that are going too far and getting stuck in a broken down car in the middle of a forest is one of them. Shit now there's steam coming from the bonnet and she's refusing to look at me she knows damn well she's going to have to pull over here of all fucking places shit I can't believe this is happening.
"Keep driving don't you dare stop here Sandra we've got this fat just keep going till we're back on the main road." Shit he knows I have to stop there's so much steam coming out of the bonnet I can't see the road even with full beams on. I told you this was going to be bad didn't I? I bloody hope we get a phone signal out here and I can get the AA out as soon as possible or he may go completely mad and have a heart attack. There is only one street light on this road ever mile or so and even without a phobia of forests the sound of the wind blowing through the trees combines with the darkness and the fact there's hardly any moon is creeping me out.
"We have to stop Gerry we're barely moving as it is and there's only a layby every couple of mile I have to stop in this one or well be broken down in the middle of the road. It'll be ok I'll call the AA and they'll be here in no time and in the meantime we'll just sit in the car and wait." She's done it, she's only gone and bloody stopped the car right in the middle of the fucking forest. Look I know what you're thinking, what's the big deal so there's trees and all I have to do is spend an extra hour sitting in the car with the woman I've already admitted to you I'm in love with, what could possibly be so bad about that? Well it's the forested bit I have a phobia, it's a real phobia, it's hylophobia I've had it since I was a kid you don't need to know the details all you need to know is that I can't do forests. I can't do them in the middle of the day let alone when it's pitch fucking black outside and there's nowhere to go but sit around in the car waiting to be rescued.
"I can't believe this, I can't believe you just stopped here of all places! You know how I feel about …..oh god I can't believe this is happening I believe this is happening I can't believe you did that." I'm ignoring his initial panic because I'm already on the phone to the AA and the operator has managed to get our location from the directions and is going to dispatch a mechanic. That's the good news the bad news is that they are busy and she thinks that it will be at least 90 minutes before they can dispatch someone and then add to that the length of time it takes them to get here and we're looking at a couple of hours at least. So now what do I do? Any bright ideas? If you were me stuck in a car in the pitch dark with a forest phobic now surrounded by trees that you happened to be in love with what would you do? Umm this could get awkward, very awkward.