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Author's note and summary: A very short thing that I chewed on yesterday when FF was offline. No intro, no outro, no case and no real story. Just a fragment. (That perhaps will get a flashback-sequel some day. (I said perhaps.))
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Who cares?!
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"Never ever do that again, Sir! Never!" her voice broke.
"Ah, well, who cares?" DI Tommy Lynley slumped down on a bench and raked his hand through his dark and still damp hair. DS Barbara Havers attentively placed a heating blanket around his shoulders and gave him a mug of steaming hot tea.
"Who cares?!" she shouted at her boss. "You seriously ask who cares?! I tell you, who cares. Your mother cares. A lot. Your sister cares. Even your brother cares if you're trying to kill yourself by walking the Coastal Path in the night! In the middle of a heavy cold rain! In February! With nothing on but a wollen jumper. A jumper!"
She shook her head in disbelief. "Now drink that tea, you need some heat in your stomach."
"Mmmh, I don't care." He had not tried to kill himself, he just had been, well, absentminded, he would say. And indifferent, he would admit. Anyway he took a sip of that warming liquid and listened to Barbara's continuing blast.
"You might not care, Sir, but guess what, I bloody care, you fool." Now tears streamed down her face. "I've lied to your mother telling her everything's just fine. I've called a search team because I was worried sick and I've trudged through the mud because I do bloody care if you'd throw your life away. I bloody care if I'd need to cope with another guv. I bloody care if I'd have to drink my pints alone. I bloody care if I'd have to find me another job because everything at the Met would remind me of you and I never could bear that, Tommy."
His head jerked up and he finally recognised her tears and the concern in her face.
She sobbed and went on much more silent. "And I bloody care a lot if you'd leave this earth and I'd never had the chance to tell you that I love you, you idiot. Oh, bloody hell..."
Then Barbara threw away her fears, objections and hesitancies and cared not at all that they were closely watched by the two constables who cautiously creeped around them in the little police station in Nanrunnel. She simply bent over and placed a desperate kiss onto his shocked face. The arms that surrounded her after just the split of a second and the lips that responded immediately to hers told her that she probably had said and done the right things.
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