you and me - number three

[dci_gene_hunt]

[Gene knows that he can't take his drink since he got to Paradisa - but that doesn't stop him wanting one. Not at all, not even slightly. Waking up with Donna in Peter Carlisle's body hasn't helped much either. Even the thought that he might have accidentally touched 'it' in the night, is sending the poor man insane nearly. And that's without

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[disamtyler]

Maybe you should do that more often. [/sarcasm]

So go on, enlighten me about this dream.

[dci_gene_hunt]

[dryly] You should do stand-up Tyler. You'd go down a bomb. [eyeroll]

S'probably the castle playing silly buggers let's fuck with Gene's 'ead. 1981. Tell you what though, I 'ad an amazin' car.

[disamtyler]

Better than the Cortina?

[a pause]

Wait, 1981?

[dci_gene_hunt]

Audi Quattro [a pause as he realises quite how much detail the dream had - it's like he actually lived it] Turbo charged, four wheel drive, the business.

I was working at the Met an' all, transferred down after... [sh-- no need to mention that], after I got divorced.

[disamtyler]

You worked all that out from a dream?

That's...pretty weird, I'll give you that.

[dci_gene_hunt]

Like I said, castle's prob'ly doin' a bloody tango with me 'ead. It stuck a woman into number 10 for christ's sake, not in my lifetime Sammy boy.

[disamtyler]

Let me guess, Maggie Thatcher?

[dci_gene_hunt]

'Ow the 'ell did you-- Right. Talkin' in me sleep was I? Very funny.