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lady_bols ([personal profile] lady_bols) wrote2012-06-18 02:59 pm
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[oom] 3x07 (iv)

Whenever Alex needs a moment to gather her thoughts, she writes.  Usually, her notes are disjointed, a noun here, a verb there.  Names, places, emotions.  She prefers to use the tape to keep her journal.  It's easier when she thinks she's talking to someone else. (Molly.  Where is Molly now?  Where is Gene?)

He's down there with his team, but she knows he'll be coming up those stairs soon.  She's left her shoes on, tidied up the place a bit, actually made the bed for once.  Not that she's slept in it for months.  

She feels him before she hears the knock at the door.  Like a change in the air just before a summer storm, or that sensation you get when know someone else is in the room even if you can't see them.  He has a presence about him.  Always has.  

She puts her notebook away in the bookshelf, and crosses the living room to her front door.  For some reason, she checks the peephole at the door, even though she already knows who it is.  She's not sure why, but the butterflies in her stomach feel more like fear than anticipation.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Tux)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He waits patiently, bottle in one hand, glasses dangling from the fingers of the other. When she opens the door, he doesn’t smile. This is what it is, and he’s definitely feeling the nerves. But it’s serious as well.

‘I, er...I left the children playing.’

She might have changed her mind. It’s always a possibility.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes - Stern/Silent Hurt)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn’t want to talk about Chris. There’s only one thing he wants to talk about now.

‘I think we have unfinished business, Bolly.’
the_gene_genie: (Ashes - Lookin' Good Bols)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
If this were a normal situation, he might well walk in, put the bottle down and turn and kiss her. But he can’t do that here. Their grip on this thing is tenuous at best. He told her something big tonight, something no one else knows. And then he told her, in his way, how much she means to him, simply by admitting he cared what she thought of him. And he still doesn’t know if it was enough. She’s always been impossible to read in this regard.

So he walks into the flat ready for this to go wrong - while thinking of her face when she said, you’ve pulled. She looked like she meant it.

He opens the wine. There’s hope enough, yet.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Couch)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
His lips purse, while his hands work the cork free. She got beer in. She was expecting him at some point. point reading too much into that. He used to be here quite often.

‘Bottle’s fine. Ta.’

He fills a glass for her, and manages a half-smile as he holds it out. The nerves are definitely taking hold, for a mixture of reasons. If she was going to turf him out, if she’d changed her mind, she wouldn’t let him get a drink, surely? She’s not that harsh. She’d put the kibosh on it right now.

‘Shall we sit down?’
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Couch)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
He lets her lead the way. In the living room, he takes a swig to hide the nerves. Then he places the bottle down on the coffee table, and takes his coat off. It doesn’t feel right to hang it up with hers, so he drapes it over one of the chairs. After only a tiny hesitation, he sits on one end of the sofa.

So far, so good? It’s been a long time since they were comfortable with each other under normal circumstances, let alone when working up to...whatever they’re working up to.

‘Think they’ve found Tobias yet?’
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Couch)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
‘Him? Nah.’

He picks up his drink again. She’s turned towards him, and he could mirror the posture. But it would feel fake, and he’s not about fake.

‘Blokes like that never stop fightin’.’

He picks imaginary lint off his trousers.

‘We lost him for good. Keats’ll be creaming his pants.’
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Hugging Chris)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
‘Yeah. Fair enough.’

She’s not wrong. And OK, that felt like a tiny jab at him - even he didn’t really think the man was a murderer - but this evening is not about anything that happened at the station today. If this is going to go wrong, it won’t be because they have an argument about work.

‘It’s a shame about-’

He stops. Looked at in a certain way, he could be blamed for what Tzitzi did. But he didn’t mean for her to die - and again, not something he wants to get into now.

‘I’m glad Chris came back.’
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Couch)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He snorts quietly, and finishes the beer.

‘He’s a good lad, really. Just a bit thick.’

He loves that bloke like a son, but he’s lost count of the number of times he’s wanted to smack him around the head, and shout ‘wake up.’ Did it a few times, too.

He’s not sure about him adoring him. There’s plenty of evidence to the contrary.

‘Mind if I get another drink?’
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Couch)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He stands, and then looks down at her as she speaks.

‘Thought we weren’t talkin’ about him.’

He wanders to the kitchen, and back again. Alcohol helps the nerves, and he’s tired. That helps too. Less energy available to get angry, or jumpy at random comments. It’s late, and the lights are soft and things feel like they’ve finally turned a corner with her. Being honest has its advantages, it seems.

He sits, and slumps back into the cushions. Without thinking, his feet come up and rest on the coffee table.

‘That prat deserved worse than what you said to him. Don’ worry about it.’
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - On Date)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
‘Satisfying enough t’make it worth it, if you ask me. You could always buy another frock.’

She looks just as good in these leggings and loose sweater.

‘I should’ve done it. Though Special Branch would probably have swooped in, an’ chucked away the key on me. Git’s probably got diplomatic immunity or somethin’.’
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x05 - Small Smile)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Hope we’re gonna be is what his brain supplies, but he doesn’t let it out.

‘What can I say? I’m a bad influence. Or a force for good, depending on how you look at it.’

He cracks the top off his drink.

‘If I start spoutin’ psychology bollocks, feel free to kill me.’
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Couch/Hair)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
‘That’s just it, isn’ it? It’s intuition. It doesn’t need a fancy name.’

...and now it sounds like he’s belittling her job. That wasn’t what he meant. He looks down at his hands, and fiddles with a corner of the label on his bottle.

‘You’re good at it, though. Got us out of a scrape or two.’
the_gene_genie: (Ashes - Interview Tennis/Pouty Face)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He has the grace to look chagrined. Just a little bit.

‘You know what I meant.’

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