Another alternative ending! I've set this one a bit earlier than 'I Want The Truth To Be Said', so this is set to be longer and more detailed. Unlike my other fanfics, I actually know where I'm going with this one! Although, I do have two very different endings in mind. That may sound contradictory, but I know what I meant… Anyway, please enjoy and review and let me know how you think I'm doing.

At this point in time, I have no idea what my uploading and writing schedule for this will be like. I've got a very busy couple of weeks ahead of me personally, so I apologize if it isn't done as quickly as I have been doing lately.

Gene's hand clasped around hers, and placed his free hand comfortably on Alex's waist as they swayed to 'True' by Spandau Ballet in Alex's flat. They had been drinking, but neither of them were drunk: their feelings and desires and the pull between them to kiss was all of their own making. Alex rested her head on his chest and Gene softly kissed the top of her head. Happiness flooded through Alex and she felt like Gene and her were the only people in the world. She had a new wave of trust and faith of him, stemming from their 'date' tonight. Gene had finally opened up and Alex knew that he had spoken the truth. There were many things that she still didn't understand about her time here, but Alex felt she could face them with Gene by her side.

Alex lifted her head, caught in the moment and it felt like time itself stood still. She gradually straightened her back and snuggled into his chest, bringing their mouths closer together. Gene didn't move much closer, but he didn't back away either. Gene knew that he should stop Alex, but he had come this far and couldn't bring himself to turn his back on what he had wanted ever since he had clapped eyes on Alex. There lips were just about to brush when Alex jumped back in response to a loud knock at the door.

"I'd better get tha…" Alex was interrupted when Gene pulled her back into the embrace and kissed her with passion she had never thought possible from him. Alex pulled at his clothes and he at hers with wild anticipation for the night ahead of them. However, the knocking continued to grow in volume and to both of their anger, Keats began to yell from the other side.

"Special delivery, Alex!"

"I'll handle this," Gene growled in the direction of the door. He returned his gaze to Alex and added, "Go an' get comfortable."

Alex sighed and hurried in the direction her room, hoping that he wouldn't keep her waiting long. She was glad that Gene was going to send Keats on his way. As Alex had said, "Grab your coat. You've pulled," in the wine bar downstairs, all of Keats' assumptions about Hunt had cleared from her mind. She didn't know why Keats had appeared on her doorstep tonight, but she was willing to wait to find out.

Gene opened the door and met Jim Keats' glum expression with a sickly smile. "Well, well, well, Jim lad, what do we 'ave here?" Gene made a grab at the large, brown envelope in Keat's hand, but Jim snatched it away.

"This is for Alex, Mr Hunt. I would prefer it if I could hand it over personally to her." Jim Keats eventually returned the mockingly sweet smile.

"I bet you would an' all, Keats. I'll make sure she gets it."

"I see you've worked your black magic over Alex, Gene, but tomorrow she'll find out the truth. And so will your team." There was a genuine smile from Jim, taking pleasure in Hunt's unsuccessful hiding of his terror. "Ooh, I love this song. Alex really went all out for you, didn't she? Shame that tomorrow she'll be running into my arms, not yours, very soon." Keats began to cackle, but was soon overcome with what sounded like an old smoker's cough.

Gene snatched the envelope while he was distracted. "She'll get it in the morning." Keats' face fell into its usual glum expression. "Now, Jimbo, I've got no tips for your service… Oh! I know! Thanks, Jim." Gene swung for Keats with conviction and floored him in one. Keats lifted his hand to his nose, seeing blood on his fingers. "I'll give you the rest tomorrow. Bye, Jimbo."

Gene slammed the door and threw the envelope onto the couch, and covered it with his coat: anything that Jim Keats was giving Alex was a sure threat to Gene. Suddenly, the urges he felt with Alex standing close only moments ago overcame him once more. Alex then appeared at her bedroom door, dressed in a silk dressing gown. She was visibly shaking with urgency and expectancy. Gene, to steady nerves, grabbed his wine and took a large gulp, draining the glass. He strolled over to Alex, already loosening his tie and losing his jacket to the floor. They shared a passionate embrace as he met her and Alex then took his hand, leading him in and closing the door.