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[unbreakablelion]

How long had it been since Gene’s team had left? He’d lost count. The days all seemed to blend together now. His life had become one big blur. Sure, he still had his job; he still had to protect people and keep the scum and filth off the streets - but aside from that, he really didn’t have much

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[godsinthedetail]

Things never really made sense in Sam Tylers world. He spent half his time confused and the rest just frustrated. Well, that was until he settled, he always did eventually. He'd gotten used to the madness of his life, even to the extent of accepting Gene was probably always going to be his best mate

[unbreakablelion]

Sam wanted to try living in Gene's world sometime. It was bad enough finding out you were dead. But finding out you were killed at nineteen and the last thirty odd years of your so-called life had all been your imagination. That you had created this world and you were probably not as awesome and amazing as you liked to think.

He tossed his cigarette butt into the canal and took a long swig of his drink. "Here's to you, Jimbo, thank you for screwing me over." His voice was slurred, the bottle was almost empty and he was shouting at thin air. "... Bastard."

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It took a good time for Sam to get anywhere and he was practically fuming, in his head the only logical explanation is that he must of gotten completely drunk and they'd ditched him somewhere in London. Whatever happened to never leaving a man behind?

He didn't really stop till he heard a familiar voice cursing and yelling, how could he mistake that for anyone else? "Guv?"

The closer he got, the more he could make out a blur of a bloke about Gene stature in the distance. Had to be him? "S'that you Guv?"

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That voice. That voice. It was always niggling in the back of his mind, trying to be a moral compass - more booze usually shut it up. But this was different. Louder, more real. Gene turned, paling. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost, which he had, sort of.

"Well fuck me sideways and call me Bob." He didn't think he'd ever been so happy to see the divvy prick - not that it showed on his face. He looked tired; broken even. Nothing like the Manc Lion he once was.

"... Gladys?"

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Sam blinked a few times, licked his lips and slumped down in his seat. Christ, Gene was either pulling his leg or dead serious... or he'd cracked. He didn't like the idea of either.

"Right. Nineteen. I'm sorry but you don't-- its-- how?"

Gene didn't look it, he was a DCI. This all just seemed impossible. Was he still unconscious or something?

[unbreakablelion]

"This isn't easy for me, yer know? I forgot for a long time. And knowing the truth, it's tearing me apart." Why was he even opening up about all this? He could just keep quiet. Only him and Jim need ever know.

"It was Coronation Day. I was just a lad. Still green around the gills. I was left alone, the man who was supposed to be watching over me - PC Morris, his name was. Him and the other lads, they all joined in with the locals, celebrating down the pub. All 'ad a bit much to drink, like. I stayed behind. We'd been celebrating in this desolate house - out in Farringfield Green."

He sighed. This was so ard for him. Harder than it had been telling Alex. "I heard a noise from one of the other rooms. Thought it were kids messing about and so I went in. All male bravado and cockiness. Only, it wasn't kids, it was a bloke with a shotgun..."

[godsinthedetail]

It seemed like a joke at first but the emotion and that look on Gene's face said it all. This was serious. This was who Gene Hunt was. Biting his lip, Sam listened carefully, feeling something in the pit of his stomach just sink. He wasn't sure what to do or say, he just watched with a slightly opened mouth.

"I'm sorry," Sam offered, not sure if he wanted to hear the rest of this story. He knew the ending, he guessed now. He didn't want to hear it. Whatever that shot gun had done, it wasn't a picnic.

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"Still, I have a job to do. This place. I have people to help. Coppers come to me. The broken coppers who faced terrible trauma. They come here and I help them move on to where they're supposed to be."

He paused, and got up to pour himself another drink. "You, Ray, Chris. Everyone."

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"No. No way, we'll be fine," Pulling the sauce pan, Sam paused and stared at ... what the hell was growing on the side of this thing? Dropping it, Sam recoiled and gave Gene a look of sheer terror. "You have things growing, Guv. Doesn't that worry you?"

Oh what was the point? Gene was just going to have to torch this flat and find a new one, it was a lost cause. Backing away from the kitchen, he decided to call it quits.

"I'll go get some bloody kebabs then. You just stay put and don't make anything worse."

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Gene studied the pan. Baked beans? Yeah, probably baked beans. At least, it had been, once upon a time. "Doesn't worry me, no. Already dead. Not all that scared of food poisoning." Though, truth be told, he was petrified of dying and leaving this world.

He pulled out his wallet and handed some notes to Sam. "Here. Don't get lost. And I want the change back!"

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Rolling his eyes, Sam took the money and took off to fetch the food. It ended up taking 30 minutes. Considering he didn't know his way around this place, he didn't know where to buy a kebab and he somehow ended up miles away from Gene.

Still, he returned with two still warm kebabs and some change, his pride somewhat damaged and his legs aching. Dropping down on the sofa, he set the food down on the only clean patch of the coffee table and crossed his arms like a stubborn child. "Not a word, Gene. Not a word."

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Gene had actually managed to wash some pots in the time Sam took to get food. He'd even washed that sauce pan. And all his dirty plates and mugs. Treasure this moment Sam, treasure it.

"Didn't say a thing, Sammy boy." He gave a smirk though, a smug Gene Hunt smirk. "Find it alright, did you?"

[godsinthedetail]

Oh not in the car again. Gene made sure to do up the seat belt and grip the top handle, already wincing in preparation for the bumpy ride. Gene should be banned from all and any cars.

"Just be careful and don't crash, I've only just got here! Christ sake."

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"Think I've been driving long enough to know what I'm doing, Sammy." It wasn't so bad - a swirve here and a near miss of a pedestrian there. Not a single scratch to the paintwork - not a single bin knocked over.

It didn't take long to reach the station, and once there Gene didn't merely pull up, no, he swirved the car 180 degrees and skidded to a halt in his parking space.

He switched off the engine and got out of the car. No time to recover from shock, Sam. Lots to do! He headed up the stairs and into the station, pausing at the front desk to collect any packages.

[godsinthedetail]

Sams eyes were wide and his fingers were gripping the handle tight as he gave his DCI a look of horror. It took him a moment to recover then off he went, scampering off Gene with his hand in his heart. "You-- You almost hit that old women! I should do you for that!"

It got worse and worse, Gene needed a refresher course in driving. As Gene's new team eyed up the intruder, Sam adamantly followed after his DCI.

"Was the swerve really needed?"

[unbreakablelion]

"Not needed, but it makes a good entrance." Gene smirked. Always the show off. "As for that old lady - she stepped out onto the road without looking, dozy tart."

He set the mail down and clapped his hands together to get the attention of his team. "Right you lot. As you know I had a very skilled DI working under me back in Manchester. And as you know he was involved in a motor accident. As you know he was believed dead."

He gave a nod in Sam's direction. "Well guess what? Not even a high speeding car into a canal can drown the bastard. This is DI Sam Tyler, and he'll be working 'ere with us for the foreseeable future - let's show him how we do things here at Fenchurch!"

Oh, that caused muttering and whispers all around the room. "Oi, you lot. Show a bit of respect, will ya? Tyler, 'ere could outpolice every single one of you - which is why he'll be leading the Vicky Winters case from now on."

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"Gene, I'm hardly a mentally damaged simpleton, you know? If you want me to stick around, fine. I'll do the paperwork. Just go have your ego trip with Jim. Bring me back a pencil."

And like a loyal dog, Sam got right into help Gene by doing the paperwork needed for Samson.

Well, he may as well make himself useful!

[unbreakablelion]

Oh. Gene's supersleuth ninja skills needed a little bit of work. Sam had seen straight through him. Damn. He gave a nod and left Sam to it in the office, before heading back down to the storage area.

Maybe he could use one of the bikes as a weapon to maim Jim without suspicion. That would be satisfying. He sighed and pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind himself.

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"Hello Gene," Jim said without looking up, a chair already kicked out for Gene to take a seat with. He knew gene would be coming the moment he and Sam started making a small talk. Scrawling down his signature, he finally looked up and adjusted his glasses proudly.

"Gonna bully me now, Gene?"

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Gene sat down, instantly reaching for his packet of cigarettes. He drew one out with his teeth and lit it, taking a drag; before holding the pack out to Jim.

"Come on, Jimbo. What kind of monster would I be if I bulled the geeky friendless kid with glasses? I'm just here to give you a bit of friendly advice, that's all."