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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."

[godsinthedetail]

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?"

[unbreakablelion]

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?"

[godsinthedetail]

"I'd rather not, thanks," Sam remarked sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the state of the other man. Christ, he could smell the booze from where he was and that look on Gene's face-- it was the sort of look that always made him a bit uncomfortable. Something was wrong. Never stopped being odd to him, even if he knew Gene was just as human as he was.

Coming to a halt, he shook his head and gave Gene a small frown, trying to fathom out what he was missing. Gene looked a wreck and he was just a bit confused as to where he was.

"What exactly happened? You lot ditch me? Again. It wasn't funny the first time, either."

[unbreakablelion]

How did you even begin to explain something like this to your best friend without sounding completely insane? Seriously, what had been happening made Sam's crazy outbursts seem normal - and that was saying something.

"Yeah, got tired of seeing yer smug face all the time. Decided to drop you off in the middle of nowhere and see 'ow long it took you to find me." He downed the rest of the bottle and threw the empty bottle into the canal. "Congratulations, you won a prize." His voice oozed sarcasm and snarkism, but the fire and the fight weren't there; not like they should be.

[godsinthedetail]

Ah sarcasm, just what he needed. Though he wouldn't put it past Gene and his men to do something like that. Sure things weren't so bad anymore but Sam was notorious for making enemies and annoying the hell into people, all that fuss just to get proper procedure followed. It was maddening to him sometimes.

Moving closer, he frowned at Gene and tried to work out what was wrong with this picture. Well, many things but the look on Gene's face was still getting under his skin. He didn't like it. "Everything alright Guv? Dodgy curry again or did the pub run out of your favourite scotch?"

[unbreakablelion]

No, everything was not alright. He was having a conversation with his dead best friend. He sighed. "Just peachy." He fumbled around in his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter and lit up, taking a long, much needed drag.

They really weren't getting anywhere fast, but Gene had no idea where to even start. 'Oh, hi Sam. Welcome back. By the way. You're dead.' Didn't seem the best way to handle the situation.

[godsinthedetail]

Rolling his eyes, Sam moved close enough to get a proper look at Gene and even reach out, grabbing his DCI's arm and attempting to get some handle on the situation. Sam Tyler, always had to be in charge somehow, despite ranking or situation.

"You smell like a bloody brewery. Here, give me your keys and I'll drive you home," Tilting his head to the side, he looked Gene up and down before holding out his hands. "Never used to be such a miserable drunk."

[unbreakablelion]

"No." How could one word be so slurred? Gene stood firmly on the spot and shook his head; well fairly firmly, if you didn't count the swaying. "No one drives my motor but me."

He took another drag of his cigarette, before fumbling around for his car keys, dropping them on the floor. "Bugger..."

[godsinthedetail]

And Sam snatched them, of course. He knew this game, they'd played it before when he'd gotten drunk and that bloody Quattro was always fought over. At least the Cortina was allowed to be touched.

"See, just let me drive you back and whenever you're sober, we'll talk," No point in trying now, Gene was blathered and Sam would get no explanation as to what he was missing if he spoke with him now. Fortunately, when you dealt with Gene, you learned the patience of a saint.

[unbreakablelion]

"Stop pissing around and give me my bloody keys back, Tyler. I'm not in the mood for this game." Or any game. Mind games with Jimbo were draining without all this nonsense.

He held out his hand, glaring. "Keys. Now."

[godsinthedetail]

"No, come on, I'm getting you home before you make a total arse of yourself," Sam warned, walking over and putting the keys into the lock. Oh yeah, he was definitely doing this, he was driving the Quattro and getting his drunken boss home so they could sit down and rationalise everything.

If Gene would co-operate, that is. "Come on then, get in the car."

[unbreakablelion]

Gene huffed and grumbled like the grumpy lion with an oncoming headache that he was. Still, he was in no state to argue the point, and putting the car in the canal wasn't exactly high on his to-do list, and so he gave in and moved to the passenger's side.

"Play Wham and I'll break your neck."

[godsinthedetail]

"Why the hell would I play Wham? Besides, we're not listening to any music right now," This was not a fun little trip! Sorry Gene, Sam was in serious-pain-in-the-arse mode and there was to be no amusement of any kind. Not until Gene was sober and he was up to date on why he woke up in the middle of London.

Starting up the engine, Sam smirked to himself slightly. Well, at least he got to drive for once.

[unbreakablelion]

"Do you even know where my flat is? Station's closer." And looked less like a bomb had gone off in it. His flat was a tip. In fact, it probably made a rubbish tip look tidy.

"'n' if you scratch my car, I'll smash your face in..."