Hello again, I have returned with some more stuff to read! There is a bit of supernatural stuff and a tad of Galex for you!
They have also fixed the water pipe so the fountain of wisdom is back in action (thanks to Jazzola for the bucket, the fountain now owes you some wisdom so feel special =D). Also thanks to HopelessRomanticxox for your lovely comment made me really happy (because I am that sad) =)
I Hereby Dedicate this chapter to EightEminus for your support and giving me willpower to keep writing.
Dawn broke over the streets of London; light replacing the dark, chasing away the shadows and nightmares. The light fell over Luigi's and the flat above. Stubborn sunlight making its way through cracks in the curtains eager to awaken the occupants to a sunny new day. The light was unsuccessful. One sprawled out on the sofa and the other tangled in a jungle of sheets. Both dead to the world. But the sun persisted with the struggle for the next hour. And the next. And the next. And the next...
Until finally one of them rolled over slightly and proceeded to roll off the sofa and onto the floor.
Thump. "Bastard!" Job done. One down, one to go.
Gene was lying on a sofa. On a boat. Confused and disorientated he got off the sofa and crashed through some doors. Where he walked into a party. Music was blaring out from somewhere and people were jiving. Women were wearing flowery dresses and cotton stockings. Men were wearing wide ties and braces attached to their pinstripe trousers. A very disturbed Gene edged round the walls of the room searching for a means of escape from the insanity. Eventually he found the door and bolted. He ran off the boat, he never intended to stop until he found anything in his path that was remotely sane. He ran over a bridge and straight into some policemen. The men towered over him.
"Watch where your going Sonny Jim." Did he just call me Sonny Jim? Is he taking the piss?
Before he could unleash some rage on them they continued running towards the boat. He watched their woollen coats flap under the belts around their waist along with their side pouches.
The people on the boat. The police uniform. His childhood...
Eyes widening, he continued to run, heart pounding, chest burning and his head started to spin. He stopped just as he came to a giant puddle. Just about preventing himself from getting wet. He blew out a sigh of relief wouldn't want to get his boots wet. His boots. Which were not there. On his feet were smart black shoes which were slightly scuffed and baggy ankle socks. Which were grey but he had a feeling they were meant to be white. His shocked face mirrored one that was of a seven year old boy in the puddle. It was him at the age of seven. He seven and in the 1940's. Bloody nora...
As he looked up to get a better view of his surroundings; they began to spin. Suddenly he was in a field. With his brother. On a hill. His brother pushed him roughly with an evil, haunting look in his grey eyes just like his fathers. That was the last thing Gene saw before his world was spinning again. He was rolling down the hill. At speed. All he could see was flashes of green and blue. For what seemed an eternity. Until small brown flashes interrupted it. The brown flashes grew larger and more prominent. Milliseconds before he crashed into it he realised it was a door. The door to his office. Crash.
He crashed into a soft surface with a thump.
Felt smooth and fluffy. Smelt like ladies perfume and dust. He opened his eyes and saw cream. He was lying on cream carpet. On Drakes carpet.
"Bastard!" He said as memories trickled back to his brain of last night. This morning. Realising he was dreaming and had rolled off the sofa. Onto the carpet. Carpet which was strangely comfortable...
It was dark. Alex attempted to move she felt pinned to the bed; her brain ordering her limbs to move but they resisted. Slowly the weight of her eyelids lessened slightly - just enough for her to open her eyes. As she did a fog blocked her vision. After her eyes adjusted to the sudden light she saw that she was tangled in her own bedsheets so movement was a virtual impossibility. Sighing resignedly she struggled against the clingy material.
"Never knew you were so attracted to me."
When she did extract herself from her possessive bed the clock tried to entice her with its bright red digits. It succeeded.
1:30. "Jesus"
Wait. Where's Gene? Right, where did I leave him? The sofa.
As she walked round the sofa to poke him awake he wasn't there.
Where is he now?
Walking round it further to search for a hint to his whereabouts she fell over something onto something else unfamiliar. Turns out she fell over his foot. Onto all fours over Gene himself.
Found him. Where's my prize?
"Gene!"
The sudden noise caused him to wake up and sit up straight. Unfortunately Alex had already occupied that space.
Gene's head collided, rather painfully, with hers. They simultaneously cried out in pain and clutched their injured heads.
"Bolly, why on Gods Earth are yer on top of me? Now is not the time for such fun. I can however make a reservation for yer later and your buying." He said waggling his eyebrows.
"Gene, why on Gods Earth are you on my carpet? Now is not the time for carpet sniffing. I can however make a call for you later to the carpet shop and your paying." She replied matching his patronising tone and taking it to whole new levels.
Raising one eyebrow expertly and waiting for an answer. One which didn't seem to be coming any time soon as he was too distracted by her position over him.
"Shall I make this easier for you Gene." Slowly getting off him careful to rub her leg on his a bit more than necessary just to wind him up.
"What's tha' Bolly? Want a bit more of the Gene Genie?"
"Dream on Gene." She said as she got up and wandered in the direction of the kitchen.
"If yer say so Lady B." He replied closing his eyes once more and slipping once more into the warm comfort of light slumber.
He can't have been asleep for more than five minutes as he was roused from sleep once again. This time it was a much abrupt awakening as the smell of cooking bacon and eggs wafted in from the kitchen made him dream of bacon and eggs running round in circles on a table. Which strangely woke him up a bit more disturbed than when he went to sleep.
Must be this bloody flat makes you crazy. Explains a lot about Madame Fruitcake over there.
His pondering was interrupted by a ferocious growl from his stomach.
The lion is hungry.
Getting up he went to hunt out the food situation. When he walked into the kitchen at first all he saw was lots of leg and the great mound a the top of them.
The lion has found its prey.
A prey that seemed totally naïve to his presence. Smirking at the possibilities this provided. Slowly he stalked over. Moving silently to avoid detection and positioned himself right behind her. Then he pounced.
Alex was cracking some more eggs into a frying pan when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up of their own accord. Confused she tilted her head up from the pan. To be greeted by a booming voice in her ear.
"ALRIGHT BOLLY!"
Somehow she managed to keep her organs and bodily fluids inside her even though she jumped so violently they slammed themselves in an outward direction; clearly intent on escaping. Now she was shaking. Great. When she heard his laughter it helped her fuel a death glare intended to have been dragged from the pits of hell. Didn't quite work out to plan.
As she turned on her heel the death glare was in place and on fire. But when she set her eyes on him she melted slightly. His whole body was shaking with laughter and he had a giant mischievous smile on his face. It all just made him resemble a young boy instead of a moody git that he usually looked like.
It made her smile. There was definitely more to Gene Hunt than the lion.
"You should smile more often Gene it suits you."
He calmed down, serious now and leaned over her slightly. "Does it now?"
It wasn't till now that she noticed how close he was; their bodies almost touching but not quite. The tension between them was electric, she was sure if she could see it there would sparks flying everywhere forming fireworks surrounding them. She could feel heat radiating off him welcoming her in. But the intensity of his stare made her melt more so she backed into the counter and held onto it for dear life. She didn't know why but his stare always made her turn to jelly.
She licked her lips before she could help herself and he watched his eyes lingering on her lips. His eyes darkened slightly. It just made it worse. Her head was spinning. Her heart was making another break for freedom. Her stomach had completely disappeared. Her legs were, well, just dysfunctional.
Oh God, he was leaning in. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Calm. Down. Yes. Breathings good.
She started to lean in.
Wait what's that?
"Gene... Stop."
He pulled back slightly, looking slightly dazed. "What's wrong with yer now Bolls?"
"My eggs are on fire."
Well there is the end to another chapter. What did you think?
Rachel xx