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Between Two Worlds
The corridor was yellow; a slimy, dirty yellow with a considerable amount of green thrown within it. They spoke of hardship and negligence but beamed with energy which in return made the person walking through them move faster, perhaps to get away. Not in the least bit stimulating but somehow familiar.
The haziness that had been clouding his perception disappeared when a cold glass of water hit him on the face. He tried defending himself but to no veil as the metal handcuffs around his wrists cut into the flesh.
“What?” he mumbled.
“Wake up, darling. We are gonna need a whole lot of details as to how the hell you broke into the CID and fall asleep, you dumb son of bitch.”
“Who are you calling that and who the hell are you?”
“Oh, we got ourselves a Scotsman, this is gonna be fun, eh, Chris?”
“Yes, Ray” replied a shorter dark haired man to his left. “Shall I go, get guv?”
“Nah, we’ll bring this one to him, dragging him all the way through the hall unless we have a name”
“A charmer” he bit out “Ray, is it? Where are we?”
“In the police station where sods like you belong and that’s DS Raymond to you” Ray answered with a degrading amusement, overly enjoying the moment.
“Well, great! As if I hadn’t had this conversation before” he sighed “I am Peter Carli-”
“Don’t care” Ray cut him off and let Chris drag him to his feet “Move, you are the guv’s early Christmas present. He will enjoy wrapping you up and kicking your arse back up to north.”
“Oi, keep your hands to yourself! I am a police officer and your superior” The two men chuckled, one chewing his gum even louder in the process.
“Yeah, right and I am ....”
“The ballet?”
“No, the porn star one with the big tits”
“Oh, dear God. What have I done?” Peter allowed himself a moment of regret as they escorted him down the corridor and stopped by the big wooden doors. As if the world has finally decided to cut him some slack, the seconds dragged on to minutes giving him time to adjust to the place he had just thrown himself in. A smile spread on his lips as he heard that calming voice chirping from behind the wings arguing about something with all his might and energy.
Raymond nudged his shoulder to push the doors but instead it was Chris, the considerate one who swung them open. As a silence fell over the old fashioned CID, all eyes turned towards them, while they mostly curious, one in particular was fearsome and another one was playing between shock and fear. Peter’s smile grew bigger.
“What’s this?” the giant in the yellow coat asked with a strong scowl.
“An intruder, guv; A Scotsman on top of it. Caught him lingering around the supplies office, cuffed and dragged him in here.”
“Well done Ray” he said sarcastically “Leave him by the others and we’ll return them in the morning with the rest of the cargo. Now get yours into gear we've got a dead bird lying on the streets and a murdered to catch.”
“Yes, guv” As Ray pulled on his arms Peter hold his ground just as the man staring at him.
“Back to earth, Dorothy. We are moving out, now! Someone find Cartwright. Oi, you listening?”
“Peter” he replied clearly ignoring the man beside him.
“Hello, Sam”
“Somebody you know?” The guv asked the stunned man who had been sitting in his desk without a single motion. “Bloody hell, Tyler. You are just not gonna make my miserable life any easy. Who is this then, eh? Long lost brother?”
“I am Peter. DI Peter Carlisle. I am guessing I was sent here to assist you”
“You guess? Oh, brilliant! Another bird brain. Unfortunately I don’t have any of your bloody papers so you are just gonna have to sit yer ass down until we do. Look after him, Chris. The rest of you, move it now or I swear...”
“I’ll do it” Sam jumped of his seat, slightly trembling “I’ll look after him, guv.”
“No” the yellow coat answered with a finality that spoke volumes of history between the duo. Peter could not help but squint his eyes at them.
“If you could just take my papers out of my inner pocket,” he added “sir. The files you need would be all there.”
“It’s DCI Gene Hunt. Keep your fancy sir to yourself. Chris check his pockets” As Peter had bluffed about the said papers in accordance with what he heard from Sam’s recorder, he realized himself to be lucky as Chris managed to find them in the said place.
“Stop your fidgeting, Tyler. Fine you are legit. Uncuff him, Ray but I have my eyes on you.”
“Yes, absolutely.” Peter released a deep breath as he turned and approached to a water eyed Sam.
“Move it then” yelled the guv but Peter had interrupted him once more.
“Just one more thing” Peter said as he took two more long steps, stretched and swung a strong right hood towards Sam’s jaw. For the first few seconds, everyone watched Sam’s struggled to keep balance and if Peter saw the guv’s lips twitch upwards ever slightly, he didn’t let it show.
“Boss, boss!” called out the officer called Chris and hold Sam’s shoulder to steady him.
“What the?” came from Sam but as he fixed his jacket and straightened up, he was more relieved than angry “It’s ok, Chris. I deserved that one.”
“No one’s arguing with that” said Raymond amused.
“True enough. You got it out of your system then, Carlisle?” came from Gene Hunt with a knowing smirk.
“Yes, guv” Peter replied smugly.
“Good, welcome to the team”
“Wait? That’s it?” asked Sam though he seemed happy by his standards.
“I have been wanting to do that for ages, you dim wit. Good to see someone got the balls to pull it off. Though it’s a onetime thing Carlisle, you hear? Next time you touch any of mine, I’ll rip that self-nurturing hair off.”
“Understood, guv. One punch was all I needed”
“Right”
Once everyone was out in the corridor and most out towards the cars, Peter was pulled into what appeared to be the lost and found office. Arms stretched on both sides of his shoulder trapping him between the rack and the shorter man whose face was hiding beneath Peter’s chin. His own hands came to a halt on Sam’s back, equally caging him and he couldn’t help but sniff the short distraught hair, kissing it gently.
“Hello Sam”
“Peter” was the muffled answer. He suspected that Sam was barely holding back his trears anymore “Pete. Why”
“Because, if one runs then the other must follow; If one acts stupid then the other must act smarter; if one falls the other must fall as well.”
“Oh, God. You jumped too”
“Did I now? I’m not entirely certain on that you see. I remember a dark night and a load of stars to illuminate my path. I remember you voice and your scent. I remember desperation but not pain, and certainly not falling.”
“What do you mean? How else could you be here?”
“With my sheer stubbornness which I learned from you?”
“Pete” His head fall onto Peter’s neck forehead touching the golden chain. “Is this the same one as mine?”
“It’s the one” Peter answered “Yours and now mine. It was a very generous gift and a memory to remember you by which I ignored; why satisfy with a memory when you can have the real deal?”
“To live on?”
“Don’t want to hear that from you, Sam. As it was your choice to come back here. It was mine to follow you. I am angry. I am so angry but we’ll have time to argue over that and much more. I am not letting you go this time. Not ever. I made you a promise.” Sam wrapped his arms around him pulling Peter even closer.
“I know I heard you”
“So did I”
“The recorder...” Sam concluded.
“What else?”
“I am sorry.”
“Good. You better be. I expect you to make up to me. I came all this way for you. Wait does this make me a stalker?” Peter slightly pushed Sam back searching the latter’s eyes for any sign of uncomfortable twitching. There was none.
“Essentially” said Sam smiling “but I am willing to let this one go. We will have a talk on self sacrificing stunts you pull; add that to the list.”
“Yeah, might as well include the unresolved issued we had beforehand. I doubt seventies is any more accepting than our own.”
“It will be fine” Sam said without batting an eyelid.
“Are you feeling alright?” Peter had to ask “You never sound or act certain over relationship related issues. What have they done to you?”
“Nothing I can’t handle. Gene Hunt may be a grunt but he won’t dig too much into this. He owns me one, well more than one and I know for a fact that he has a bigger heart on the inside than he lets out.”
“So you got it all figured out. Right now?”
“I have been thinking about it since I first heard you on the radio, Pete. It never left my mind, not while I was trapped here, struggling to go back to you and not when I woke up into that grey world.”
“Why are you here then? Why didn’t you wait?”
“I don’t know. You are the psychologist, you tell me” Peter didn’t need to ponder on that much. He grabbed Sam’s face and kissed his lips slowly.
“You were afraid; Afraid of being alone again, afraid of losing people important to you and afraid of letting go. You care about this lot here very dearly, don’t you? Not knowing if I were to ever come back alive, or even back to you after a year, you grew weary and hesitant. You did the only thing you could to keep your sanity. You hold on to those who could hold you back. Something I, we both had failed before. You simply didn’t want to grab a broken branch again. I understand. It hurts and I hate it but I get it. You asked why I chose to follow you? I didn’t follow you I chose to be with you wherever you might be because I let you down once and I don’t intend to make the same mistake again. Because I love you, always had and always will.”
“You damned man,”
“Oi, oi, is this the response you give to me now? They must have rubbed off on you.”
“Yeah, they did” After a shake of head and fingers finding their way to Peter’s cheek, Sam laughed “I love you too, Peter.”
“That’s better. Now can I have this moment?” As Peter kissed Sam once more and let his worries be lost as he felt the warmth of their bodies, he hold on to him even harder. Noses bumping, teeth clattering, Peter held on for dear life.
“Oh, you bloody hell! I knew you were a bloody fairy but shagging in my interrogation room, are you trying to give me a heart attack or have me gauge my eyes out, Dorothy?”
“Guv... I...” Sam stuttered. Gene crossed his arms across his chest and eyed them both like he was trying to figure out which chair to break on their heads. Sam shivered.
“Not so tough against the real deal, eh Sammy?” Peter teased.
“Sorry”
Gene’s eyes darted between the two of them as he rocked back and forth, his inner monoloue, full of dilemma, obvious to Peter. “I don’t care and I didn’t see anything but if I ever do, ever again, I’ll put you on survaillance for the rest of your miserable lives.” His tone was strong as before but both DIs could tell that he felt like he was going to regret it later on.
“Yes, guv” answered Sam dutifully before Gene could change his mind.
“Well we needed to discuss a lot things tonight anyway. Before anything else” Peter warned, his smirk returning.
“And tomorrow and the night after that” Sam concluded his hand slipping behind Peter back.
“Well I do hope so”
“Oh, bloody Mary. I am gonna scratch me ears off. Shut up and move, you bunch of fairies”
“Yes, guv.”
The corridor was yellow; a slimy, dirty yellow with a considerable amount of green thrown within it. They spoke of hardship and negligence but beamed with energy which in return made the person walking through them move faster, perhaps to get away. Not in the least bit stimulating but somehow familiar.
The haziness that had been clouding his perception disappeared when a cold glass of water hit him on the face. He tried defending himself but to no veil as the metal handcuffs around his wrists cut into the flesh.
“What?” he mumbled.
“Wake up, darling. We are gonna need a whole lot of details as to how the hell you broke into the CID and fall asleep, you dumb son of bitch.”
“Who are you calling that and who the hell are you?”
“Oh, we got ourselves a Scotsman, this is gonna be fun, eh, Chris?”
“Yes, Ray” replied a shorter dark haired man to his left. “Shall I go, get guv?”
“Nah, we’ll bring this one to him, dragging him all the way through the hall unless we have a name”
“A charmer” he bit out “Ray, is it? Where are we?”
“In the police station where sods like you belong and that’s DS Raymond to you” Ray answered with a degrading amusement, overly enjoying the moment.
“Well, great! As if I hadn’t had this conversation before” he sighed “I am Peter Carli-”
“Don’t care” Ray cut him off and let Chris drag him to his feet “Move, you are the guv’s early Christmas present. He will enjoy wrapping you up and kicking your arse back up to north.”
“Oi, keep your hands to yourself! I am a police officer and your superior” The two men chuckled, one chewing his gum even louder in the process.
“Yeah, right and I am ....”
“The ballet?”
“No, the porn star one with the big tits”
“Oh, dear God. What have I done?” Peter allowed himself a moment of regret as they escorted him down the corridor and stopped by the big wooden doors. As if the world has finally decided to cut him some slack, the seconds dragged on to minutes giving him time to adjust to the place he had just thrown himself in. A smile spread on his lips as he heard that calming voice chirping from behind the wings arguing about something with all his might and energy.
Raymond nudged his shoulder to push the doors but instead it was Chris, the considerate one who swung them open. As a silence fell over the old fashioned CID, all eyes turned towards them, while they mostly curious, one in particular was fearsome and another one was playing between shock and fear. Peter’s smile grew bigger.
“What’s this?” the giant in the yellow coat asked with a strong scowl.
“An intruder, guv; A Scotsman on top of it. Caught him lingering around the supplies office, cuffed and dragged him in here.”
“Well done Ray” he said sarcastically “Leave him by the others and we’ll return them in the morning with the rest of the cargo. Now get yours into gear we've got a dead bird lying on the streets and a murdered to catch.”
“Yes, guv” As Ray pulled on his arms Peter hold his ground just as the man staring at him.
“Back to earth, Dorothy. We are moving out, now! Someone find Cartwright. Oi, you listening?”
“Peter” he replied clearly ignoring the man beside him.
“Hello, Sam”
“Somebody you know?” The guv asked the stunned man who had been sitting in his desk without a single motion. “Bloody hell, Tyler. You are just not gonna make my miserable life any easy. Who is this then, eh? Long lost brother?”
“I am Peter. DI Peter Carlisle. I am guessing I was sent here to assist you”
“You guess? Oh, brilliant! Another bird brain. Unfortunately I don’t have any of your bloody papers so you are just gonna have to sit yer ass down until we do. Look after him, Chris. The rest of you, move it now or I swear...”
“I’ll do it” Sam jumped of his seat, slightly trembling “I’ll look after him, guv.”
“No” the yellow coat answered with a finality that spoke volumes of history between the duo. Peter could not help but squint his eyes at them.
“If you could just take my papers out of my inner pocket,” he added “sir. The files you need would be all there.”
“It’s DCI Gene Hunt. Keep your fancy sir to yourself. Chris check his pockets” As Peter had bluffed about the said papers in accordance with what he heard from Sam’s recorder, he realized himself to be lucky as Chris managed to find them in the said place.
“Stop your fidgeting, Tyler. Fine you are legit. Uncuff him, Ray but I have my eyes on you.”
“Yes, absolutely.” Peter released a deep breath as he turned and approached to a water eyed Sam.
“Move it then” yelled the guv but Peter had interrupted him once more.
“Just one more thing” Peter said as he took two more long steps, stretched and swung a strong right hood towards Sam’s jaw. For the first few seconds, everyone watched Sam’s struggled to keep balance and if Peter saw the guv’s lips twitch upwards ever slightly, he didn’t let it show.
“Boss, boss!” called out the officer called Chris and hold Sam’s shoulder to steady him.
“What the?” came from Sam but as he fixed his jacket and straightened up, he was more relieved than angry “It’s ok, Chris. I deserved that one.”
“No one’s arguing with that” said Raymond amused.
“True enough. You got it out of your system then, Carlisle?” came from Gene Hunt with a knowing smirk.
“Yes, guv” Peter replied smugly.
“Good, welcome to the team”
“Wait? That’s it?” asked Sam though he seemed happy by his standards.
“I have been wanting to do that for ages, you dim wit. Good to see someone got the balls to pull it off. Though it’s a onetime thing Carlisle, you hear? Next time you touch any of mine, I’ll rip that self-nurturing hair off.”
“Understood, guv. One punch was all I needed”
“Right”
Once everyone was out in the corridor and most out towards the cars, Peter was pulled into what appeared to be the lost and found office. Arms stretched on both sides of his shoulder trapping him between the rack and the shorter man whose face was hiding beneath Peter’s chin. His own hands came to a halt on Sam’s back, equally caging him and he couldn’t help but sniff the short distraught hair, kissing it gently.
“Hello Sam”
“Peter” was the muffled answer. He suspected that Sam was barely holding back his trears anymore “Pete. Why”
“Because, if one runs then the other must follow; If one acts stupid then the other must act smarter; if one falls the other must fall as well.”
“Oh, God. You jumped too”
“Did I now? I’m not entirely certain on that you see. I remember a dark night and a load of stars to illuminate my path. I remember you voice and your scent. I remember desperation but not pain, and certainly not falling.”
“What do you mean? How else could you be here?”
“With my sheer stubbornness which I learned from you?”
“Pete” His head fall onto Peter’s neck forehead touching the golden chain. “Is this the same one as mine?”
“It’s the one” Peter answered “Yours and now mine. It was a very generous gift and a memory to remember you by which I ignored; why satisfy with a memory when you can have the real deal?”
“To live on?”
“Don’t want to hear that from you, Sam. As it was your choice to come back here. It was mine to follow you. I am angry. I am so angry but we’ll have time to argue over that and much more. I am not letting you go this time. Not ever. I made you a promise.” Sam wrapped his arms around him pulling Peter even closer.
“I know I heard you”
“So did I”
“The recorder...” Sam concluded.
“What else?”
“I am sorry.”
“Good. You better be. I expect you to make up to me. I came all this way for you. Wait does this make me a stalker?” Peter slightly pushed Sam back searching the latter’s eyes for any sign of uncomfortable twitching. There was none.
“Essentially” said Sam smiling “but I am willing to let this one go. We will have a talk on self sacrificing stunts you pull; add that to the list.”
“Yeah, might as well include the unresolved issued we had beforehand. I doubt seventies is any more accepting than our own.”
“It will be fine” Sam said without batting an eyelid.
“Are you feeling alright?” Peter had to ask “You never sound or act certain over relationship related issues. What have they done to you?”
“Nothing I can’t handle. Gene Hunt may be a grunt but he won’t dig too much into this. He owns me one, well more than one and I know for a fact that he has a bigger heart on the inside than he lets out.”
“So you got it all figured out. Right now?”
“I have been thinking about it since I first heard you on the radio, Pete. It never left my mind, not while I was trapped here, struggling to go back to you and not when I woke up into that grey world.”
“Why are you here then? Why didn’t you wait?”
“I don’t know. You are the psychologist, you tell me” Peter didn’t need to ponder on that much. He grabbed Sam’s face and kissed his lips slowly.
“You were afraid; Afraid of being alone again, afraid of losing people important to you and afraid of letting go. You care about this lot here very dearly, don’t you? Not knowing if I were to ever come back alive, or even back to you after a year, you grew weary and hesitant. You did the only thing you could to keep your sanity. You hold on to those who could hold you back. Something I, we both had failed before. You simply didn’t want to grab a broken branch again. I understand. It hurts and I hate it but I get it. You asked why I chose to follow you? I didn’t follow you I chose to be with you wherever you might be because I let you down once and I don’t intend to make the same mistake again. Because I love you, always had and always will.”
“You damned man,”
“Oi, oi, is this the response you give to me now? They must have rubbed off on you.”
“Yeah, they did” After a shake of head and fingers finding their way to Peter’s cheek, Sam laughed “I love you too, Peter.”
“That’s better. Now can I have this moment?” As Peter kissed Sam once more and let his worries be lost as he felt the warmth of their bodies, he hold on to him even harder. Noses bumping, teeth clattering, Peter held on for dear life.
“Oh, you bloody hell! I knew you were a bloody fairy but shagging in my interrogation room, are you trying to give me a heart attack or have me gauge my eyes out, Dorothy?”
“Guv... I...” Sam stuttered. Gene crossed his arms across his chest and eyed them both like he was trying to figure out which chair to break on their heads. Sam shivered.
“Not so tough against the real deal, eh Sammy?” Peter teased.
“Sorry”
Gene’s eyes darted between the two of them as he rocked back and forth, his inner monoloue, full of dilemma, obvious to Peter. “I don’t care and I didn’t see anything but if I ever do, ever again, I’ll put you on survaillance for the rest of your miserable lives.” His tone was strong as before but both DIs could tell that he felt like he was going to regret it later on.
“Yes, guv” answered Sam dutifully before Gene could change his mind.
“Well we needed to discuss a lot things tonight anyway. Before anything else” Peter warned, his smirk returning.
“And tomorrow and the night after that” Sam concluded his hand slipping behind Peter back.
“Well I do hope so”
“Oh, bloody Mary. I am gonna scratch me ears off. Shut up and move, you bunch of fairies”
“Yes, guv.”