Forget Consequence (Ashes to Ashes, Gene/Alex).
Title: Forget Consequence.
Fandom: Ashes to Ashes, Gene/Alex.
Rated: PG.
Author Note: Written after watching episode two, but left unposted until now because I didn't get around to it. AU post-ep snippet, 801 words. This show was amazing ♥ I miss it!
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It's quiet when she steps outside, shivering in the cool night breeze. The doors shut behind her, blocking out the noise and warmth of the party that continues without her. Just like life will, she supposes, when she finally leaves them behind to return home. She's no longer surprised by how much the thought of that hurts.
Gene's words are in her head, resonating inside her skull -- teams stick together (don't help him) -- and she feels so very confused. Lost in a way that goes deeper than being misplaced in time. For all that she doesn't belong here, she still considers it a home.
"Fancied a bit of star-gazing, did we?"
She turns her head to see Gene standing there watching her, smoke curling up into the air around him. He takes a final drag of his cigarette and tosses it carelessly to the floor, grinds it beneath the heel of his boot and exhales on what could almost be a sigh.
No matter what Keats says, she doesn't think Gene killed Sam Tyler. She thinks he knows more than he's ever told her, about Sam and about how he died, but she doesn't think he killed him.
"'ave you gone deaf, Bolly?"
"Just thinking," she says softly, tilting her head back to look up at the stars. The moon shines brightly and the stars shimmer against the inky darkness of the night sky.
"Anything you'd care to share?" he asks, moving towards her until he's standing right in front of her, and she tears her gaze from the sky to look at him instead.
It's hard to look at him now without seeing him kissing Elaine inside Luigi's, and she doesn't like remembering the flash of jealousy she felt as she watched it happen. Somehow she's fallen just a little in love with Gene Hunt, right as he's apparently decided he doesn't feel anything for her at all.
"It's nothing important," she sighs and forces a smile for his benefit.
"Y'know, whenever you have this particular look in your eyes it means you're lying to me, Alex, and I don't like it."
She closes her eyes instinctively and nearly jumps out of her skin when his fingers touch her cheek, brushing strands of dark hair away from her face. He knows her so well for someone who hardly knows her at all and she's so used to him being part of her life that she's not sure she ever wants to give him up.
'We make a good team, Bolly,' he'd said.
They are a good team. They're the best.
"Alex," he says now, his voice a soft growl, and that's it-- end of the line.
She opens her eyes and looks at him, searching his face for a hint of what she used to see there whenever they were alone together. For a long, painful moment she thinks she isn't going to find it, that she really has missed her chance, but then something changes, a flicker in his expression, and she kisses him before she lets herself think about the consequences.
He tastes like wine and whisky and smoke and something else, something Gene, and he kisses her back fiercely, pulling her against him. She twists her fingers into the fabric of his jacket, holding on to him as if he might disappear if she lets go.
When the kiss ends she buries her face in his shoulder and takes a deep breath, dizzy with emotion and the events of the day. She wants to tell him everything Keats has told her. She wants him to tell her all about Sam Tyler. But she knows that one kiss hasn't changed things; he still has his secrets and she still has hers.
"What's gotten in to you, Bols?"
His voice is gruff but she can hear the emotion lurking deep beneath the surface, can feel the tension threading through his body where it's pressed against hers, and she smiles into his shoulder.
Somehow they're going to be okay.
"Uptown girl wanted her downtown man," she murmurs, lifting her head to look at him.
His eyes are shadowed but his grip on her is still firm and he responds when she kisses him again, softer and briefer than before.
"Tart," he says but there's a smile tugging at his lips, and she only laughs in response.
Her secrets are still a weight on her shoulders but this one secret at least, how she feels about him, is finally edging its way into the open.
"Do you think they'll be missing us?" she asks, glancing towards the door.
"They're drunk," he says, shrugging as if he doesn't care. "I doubt it."
"Good," she says, and leans in to kiss him again. "Then let's stay here for a little bit longer."
Fandom: Ashes to Ashes, Gene/Alex.
Rated: PG.
Author Note: Written after watching episode two, but left unposted until now because I didn't get around to it. AU post-ep snippet, 801 words. This show was amazing ♥ I miss it!
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It's quiet when she steps outside, shivering in the cool night breeze. The doors shut behind her, blocking out the noise and warmth of the party that continues without her. Just like life will, she supposes, when she finally leaves them behind to return home. She's no longer surprised by how much the thought of that hurts.
Gene's words are in her head, resonating inside her skull -- teams stick together (don't help him) -- and she feels so very confused. Lost in a way that goes deeper than being misplaced in time. For all that she doesn't belong here, she still considers it a home.
"Fancied a bit of star-gazing, did we?"
She turns her head to see Gene standing there watching her, smoke curling up into the air around him. He takes a final drag of his cigarette and tosses it carelessly to the floor, grinds it beneath the heel of his boot and exhales on what could almost be a sigh.
No matter what Keats says, she doesn't think Gene killed Sam Tyler. She thinks he knows more than he's ever told her, about Sam and about how he died, but she doesn't think he killed him.
"'ave you gone deaf, Bolly?"
"Just thinking," she says softly, tilting her head back to look up at the stars. The moon shines brightly and the stars shimmer against the inky darkness of the night sky.
"Anything you'd care to share?" he asks, moving towards her until he's standing right in front of her, and she tears her gaze from the sky to look at him instead.
It's hard to look at him now without seeing him kissing Elaine inside Luigi's, and she doesn't like remembering the flash of jealousy she felt as she watched it happen. Somehow she's fallen just a little in love with Gene Hunt, right as he's apparently decided he doesn't feel anything for her at all.
"It's nothing important," she sighs and forces a smile for his benefit.
"Y'know, whenever you have this particular look in your eyes it means you're lying to me, Alex, and I don't like it."
She closes her eyes instinctively and nearly jumps out of her skin when his fingers touch her cheek, brushing strands of dark hair away from her face. He knows her so well for someone who hardly knows her at all and she's so used to him being part of her life that she's not sure she ever wants to give him up.
'We make a good team, Bolly,' he'd said.
They are a good team. They're the best.
"Alex," he says now, his voice a soft growl, and that's it-- end of the line.
She opens her eyes and looks at him, searching his face for a hint of what she used to see there whenever they were alone together. For a long, painful moment she thinks she isn't going to find it, that she really has missed her chance, but then something changes, a flicker in his expression, and she kisses him before she lets herself think about the consequences.
He tastes like wine and whisky and smoke and something else, something Gene, and he kisses her back fiercely, pulling her against him. She twists her fingers into the fabric of his jacket, holding on to him as if he might disappear if she lets go.
When the kiss ends she buries her face in his shoulder and takes a deep breath, dizzy with emotion and the events of the day. She wants to tell him everything Keats has told her. She wants him to tell her all about Sam Tyler. But she knows that one kiss hasn't changed things; he still has his secrets and she still has hers.
"What's gotten in to you, Bols?"
His voice is gruff but she can hear the emotion lurking deep beneath the surface, can feel the tension threading through his body where it's pressed against hers, and she smiles into his shoulder.
Somehow they're going to be okay.
"Uptown girl wanted her downtown man," she murmurs, lifting her head to look at him.
His eyes are shadowed but his grip on her is still firm and he responds when she kisses him again, softer and briefer than before.
"Tart," he says but there's a smile tugging at his lips, and she only laughs in response.
Her secrets are still a weight on her shoulders but this one secret at least, how she feels about him, is finally edging its way into the open.
"Do you think they'll be missing us?" she asks, glancing towards the door.
"They're drunk," he says, shrugging as if he doesn't care. "I doubt it."
"Good," she says, and leans in to kiss him again. "Then let's stay here for a little bit longer."