Post by The Gene Genie on Sept 11, 2007 17:28:53 GMT
I was going to do this as an RPG because I wanted to see other people's takes on it, but I'll leave it as a bit of fanfic at the mo. Hope you likes!
WARNING: Gene/Sam slash! Well, what do you expect from my writing?!
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Gene's arms spread the whole width of the double bed as he tossed and turned in the middle of the night. Once again, the missus had gone away. She was always leaving him behind, not that he had time to notice.
"Gene," a soft female voice spoke to him, a voice that reminded him of loving Valentine's Day whispers that fell on deaf ears. He jumped and sat bolt upright, staring into the blackness of the room, hoping to find the source of the whispering. No movement. So he attempted to rest his head back down again, stretching his eyes wide open just in case.
"Gene," it whispered again, louder this time, edging ever closer to him. He shot a glance to each side of the bed, yet nobody was there.
"Gene, stay with us. Gene, we need you, we can't lose you," the voice continued. Starting to panic, Gene waved his hands around him for reassurance, causing them to collide only with the mattress.
He waited in stone-cold silence for the echoing voice to return, minutes feeling like hours, rustles of wind outside sounding like the world crashing down around him.
Nothing.
He breathed a sigh of relief, turned on his side and prepared to sleep again.
Until a harsh knock of the door sent shivers snaking up his spine.
*** (this is where I wrote my own ending to it, I don't mind putting the above as an RPG so others can determine their own ending) ***
“Who is it?” Gene croaked.
"It's me," the answer came with a distinct male Mancunian accent.
"Who the 'eck's 'me'?" Gene squinted in the darkness, hoping for a sign of light from the street lamps outside at least.
"Please, just answer the door."
Stretching his arm and flinging the duvet off, revealing his dog-eared white vest, Gene furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and worry.
Finally reaching the door after a seemingly endless trudge to the front door, Gene swung it open half-asleep and could barely distinguish between the figure in the doorway and the shadows of the corridor behind.
Before he knew it, the figure had stepped gallantly forward and took him by the hand, entwining thin fingers with his bulky own.
Having just been rudely awoken from disturbing dreams, Gene had no strength to fight back.
"Er, I still don't know who you are..."
Lips pressed firmly against his, and once again, Gene didn't have the energy to cuff the bugger and push them up against the wall.
"Thought I might find you here, it's your DI, Guv, and it's 3 o'clock in the morning, better get back to bed, early start tomorrow."
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I know, corny ending n'all, couldn't think of any better way to do it :/ Anyway, I hope you liked it! Criticism more than welcome!
WARNING: Gene/Sam slash! Well, what do you expect from my writing?!
-
Gene's arms spread the whole width of the double bed as he tossed and turned in the middle of the night. Once again, the missus had gone away. She was always leaving him behind, not that he had time to notice.
"Gene," a soft female voice spoke to him, a voice that reminded him of loving Valentine's Day whispers that fell on deaf ears. He jumped and sat bolt upright, staring into the blackness of the room, hoping to find the source of the whispering. No movement. So he attempted to rest his head back down again, stretching his eyes wide open just in case.
"Gene," it whispered again, louder this time, edging ever closer to him. He shot a glance to each side of the bed, yet nobody was there.
"Gene, stay with us. Gene, we need you, we can't lose you," the voice continued. Starting to panic, Gene waved his hands around him for reassurance, causing them to collide only with the mattress.
He waited in stone-cold silence for the echoing voice to return, minutes feeling like hours, rustles of wind outside sounding like the world crashing down around him.
Nothing.
He breathed a sigh of relief, turned on his side and prepared to sleep again.
Until a harsh knock of the door sent shivers snaking up his spine.
*** (this is where I wrote my own ending to it, I don't mind putting the above as an RPG so others can determine their own ending) ***
“Who is it?” Gene croaked.
"It's me," the answer came with a distinct male Mancunian accent.
"Who the 'eck's 'me'?" Gene squinted in the darkness, hoping for a sign of light from the street lamps outside at least.
"Please, just answer the door."
Stretching his arm and flinging the duvet off, revealing his dog-eared white vest, Gene furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and worry.
Finally reaching the door after a seemingly endless trudge to the front door, Gene swung it open half-asleep and could barely distinguish between the figure in the doorway and the shadows of the corridor behind.
Before he knew it, the figure had stepped gallantly forward and took him by the hand, entwining thin fingers with his bulky own.
Having just been rudely awoken from disturbing dreams, Gene had no strength to fight back.
"Er, I still don't know who you are..."
Lips pressed firmly against his, and once again, Gene didn't have the energy to cuff the bugger and push them up against the wall.
"Thought I might find you here, it's your DI, Guv, and it's 3 o'clock in the morning, better get back to bed, early start tomorrow."
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I know, corny ending n'all, couldn't think of any better way to do it :/ Anyway, I hope you liked it! Criticism more than welcome!