Second Chapter. I Made It Through! Still Not As Long As I Would Like And I Will Try Not To Abandon You And Update Every Week, If I Don't Feel Free To Throw Various Objects At Me (Telepathically).

Right I Shall Now Let You Read And If Your Feeling Really Nice A Review (They Make Me Happy For A Whole Week) =D

She opened the door to reveal Gene Hunt. The Manc Lion. Who was leaning on the door frame for support.

"Gene...?"

"Heeeey...B..Bol...Bolly" he slurred.

Great. He is pissed again.

"Bit drunk are we Gene?" She said patronisingly.

"Shhuuup" he replied barging through the door.

When he did he felt the cool atmosphere of her living room settle around the new presence. It calmed him and his erratic breathing. He felt something. What was it? It felt like peace. Yes peace. It flooded through him cleansing his very soul, clearing his clouded vision and relieving him of any weariness that hung over him.

He turned around to face Alex and took in her appearance. First he noticed she was bare-footed. Each toenail was a deep purple colour; contrasting with her pale skin. His eyes roved up to her bare legs. Christ. Roughly halfway up her thighs his rather magnificent view was blocked by a baggy Frankie Says Relax t-shirt.

Wait Frankie? Who the hell is Frankie? Bet he is a right twat. Bet he supports Man U. Bet he's right a fairy. Twat. Anyway who wants Frankie... Its all about the Gene Genie. Gene Says Relax. Hmm does have a ring to it...

He was distracted from his thoughts by an insistent cough and looked up to see Alex with a strange look on her face. It was a mixture of frustration and bemusement.

"Gene, is there a reason for your barging into my flat at this ungodly hour?"

"I believe the kettle has just boiled" he reasoned.

She stalked off into the kitchen muttering something that sounded very much like "impossible bloody man".

Smirking he sat of the armrest of her zebra sofa observing his surroundings. As he looked around he noticed for the first time; the rich purple colour of the walls; the abstract art on the walls; the cream carpet. Each part was subtly vibrant but together it was... Well it was... Calm.

Calm? God, I am turning into a right fairy...

1, 2, 3, 4... How does he drink tea with this much sugar... 5, 6... I mean it is repulsive. He would probably prefer hot chocolate. With marshmallows. And whipped cream. 5, 6. Didn't I just put them in?

"Bugger."

"This is not going to end well."

"One day I will be sectioned and I will not be happy." She warned herself as she placed her tea and Gene's abomination on a tray and walked in the direction of the living room. "Right, I'm going in."

When she walked in the first thing she saw was Gene perched the arm of her sofa. He was looking at a painting on the wall, lips pouted slightly and a slight crease in between his eyebrows. This could only mean one thing. He was deep in thought.

"Bit early for philosophical thoughts isn't it Gene?" Putting the tray down on the coffee table and turning to stand directly in front of him.

His head snapped round as he clearly had not noticed her entrance. "No Bolls, think I'll leave tha' crap to you." Macho persona restored.

"Well for once I agree with you Gene" she replied. He snorted.

"It's true philosophy is a load of rubbish. While they ponder 'The Bigger Question' we PSYCHOLOGISTS actually do something intellectual. We use our knowledge of human nature and characteristics..."

"Y'know Bolly as much as yer little rant is entertaining an' confusing me at the same time; I'm spittin' feathers over 'ere"

Rolling her eyes as she handed him his tea and sat on the sofa. She held her breath as he sipped his tea and watched as his face creased slightly. Shit.

"Bloody 'ell Bolls how much sugar did yer put in this?"

"What the matter Gene, sweet enough already are we?" She asked teasingly.

"They don' call me the Gene Genie for nuthin' Bolly" He replied, giving as good as he got.

Quick! Make up something. Something that sounds likely.

"It's scientifically proven that drinking sweet tea prevents nasty hangovers." There goes that plan...

"Does it now?"

No.

"Yes."

"Well thank you Dr. Bollinger Knickers for gracing us with your delightful presence and taking some of your precious time to enlighten us mere mortals to some useless information that we may or may not need to fulfil our lives by reaching our true potential." Mimicking her posh accent. "Now shall we bow at your feet or rip out our hearts and deliver them on silver platters or we could..."

He couldn't finish his sentence as Alex threw a cushion at him that hit him square in the face. It was quite hard to talk with a mouth full of material. When the cushion slid off his face the first thing he saw and heard was Alex. She was in fits of giggles. It was infectious. He was trying to contain it as he watched her but he couldn't it wasn't possible. He actually cracked a smile.

Really 'ave not used these muscles in ages. It actually 'urts. Bloody hell...

He immediately stopped his brief smile when he noticed her calm down a bit and put on an angry face.

Jus' to scare 'er a little bit. He thought chuckling inwardly.

As her breathing began to slow she saw he did not look impressed.

"I'm s-sorry...Gene...I am...it was really...really very...funny." She said through fits of hysteria.

She noticed his face harden but his eyes gave him away. They were steely swimming pools, but now they weren't completely frozen over. In the hidden depths there was a hint of amusement which softened his facial features, significantly.

"How can I ever make it up to you, humble one?"

"Well Bolly there is a list of acceptable punishment I have lined up..."

"You know what Gene?" She said as she picked up their empty mugs and carried them into the kitchen.

"No surprisingly I don' know I'm not bloody psychic, once again tha' is you." He called out just as she walked back into the living room.

"There is another cure for hangovers... It is called sleep" she said throwing blankets and a pillow at him when he wasn't prepared causing him to drop them. Twice. At this she scampered off into the bedroom, curly hair bouncing and giggling again.

"Bloody fruitcake."

"Night Gene" she called.

In response she heard.

"Night Bolly."

A few seconds later she heard a mumbled.

"Bloody woman's gonna get it tomorrow."

Oh, it's so on.

Right, I Shall Now Get Cracking On The Next Chapter. Any Ideas On What To Do Next Would Be Greatly Appreciated As The Fountain Of Wisdom Is Having A Water Shortage =)

Rachel xx