Daddy Trouble

Alex stirred and opened her eyes. She was in control. She had fulfilled the prophecy of the dream that had plagued her; not that it had been a difficult task; quite pleasurable and satisfying actually. Alex smiled and turned over in bed to find Evan White awake and staring at her.

"Good morning" he drawled as a grin spread across his face.

"Hi" Alex whispered.

"That was without doubt the greatest night of my life and I'm glad I experienced it with you Alex"

"I must admit I was anxious about moving on to this level with you but it was my destiny and I have no regrets"

"Destiny?" smiled Evan.

Alex was hesitant for a moment before replying. "I've been having this dream where I wake up in bed and you're there next to me. Pretty much like we are now actually"

"So you believed this dream meant that we should sleep together?" There was a hint of amusement in Evan's voice.

"Yes and I have to stay in control so I fulfilled the dream in order to take charge of my subconscious"

Evan's face and voice became serious. "Alex, please. You're doing it again. Thinking too much and letting it spoil things. Please could you just see last night for what it was – two people who like each other very much finally expressing their feelings in a physical way. There's no need for analysis of any kind. Let's just get back to here and now and enjoy the moment." Evan lightly kissed the tip of Alex's nose and smiled.

Alex smiled "You're right. I'm sorry."

Evan stared at Alex for a moment before admitting "If I'm honest I have to admit that I felt a connection to you from day one, like we'd always known each other. So getting to this point with you perhaps wasn't such a surprise for me either. It's nothing as prophetic as a dream I know but that's how it was for me."

Alex softly kissed Evan and replied "So therefore the overall conclusion is that being here, in this bed, together, right now is how it should be?"

"Correct" Evan replied emphatically before pulling Alex on top of him as they expressed their feelings for each other once more.

Afterwards, Alex lay curled in the crook of Evan's arm and drifted off to sleep. It was not peaceful. A dream invaded her slumber. She was falling through the air before dropping heavily on to a bed. As she turns to her left the duvet on that side begins to rise as a figure sits up in the bed and turns to her. And there he is. Not the handsome, chiselled face of Evan White but the stubbly, rugged face of Gene Hunt.

Alex woke with a start and sat bolt upright in bed. Thankfully Evan had left, leaving a note on the pillow beside her.

"Alex,

I'm so sorry I've had to leave so abruptly but a client needed an emergency meeting with me. I will call you later today. Hopefully we can meet up for dinner.

Love, Evan."

The turmoil and confusion raging in Alex's head temporarily robbed her of the ability to read and she had to scan the note three times before she got the gist of what they were saying.

Gene Hunt. Gene Hunt. Why him? OK so he'd saved her life a few times but that did not mean that she wanted to sleep with him.

Alex decided there must only be one explanation. She had finally lost all control over her subconscious and now it was plaguing her mind with thoughts that were completely out of character. Gene Hunt? An overweight, over-the-hill, nicotine-stained, borderline-alcoholic homophobe with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding. Why would she possibly want him? It was completely absurd.

Now that Alex had identified the problem she knew what the solution was. She had to regain control of her subconscious and there was only one way to do that. Sleep with Gene Hunt. Not because she WANTED to, God no. But because she HAD to in order to save her sanity.

Alex began formulating her plan as she climbed out of bed and went looking for THAT red dress.