Because this desperately needs to be shared, even if it's just here.

In regards to an upcoming plot at realityshifted in which Gene is going to be chained to Arthur Eddington:

Crow: Yaaaay! -we must also figure out exactly what to talk about other than 'This is going to be amazing'
Me: but it is :O
Crow: Yes, yes it is~
Crow: I mean, showers
Me: gene says arthur can stink
Crow: Arthur will be torn between his slight OCD for being presentable and the fact that he would have to shower with another man present.
Me: and gene would be all pfft, too bad
Crow: ....Arthur will dunk himself into a lake still clothed with soap and shampoo if he has to.
Me: he'll do no such thing
Crow: Yes he will, Gene cant stop him D:
Me: yes he can. arthur is like half gene's size
Crow: ...point taken. And he may be athaletic, but there is something to be said about pure body mass.
Crow: He will go whine at the Doctor then
Me: not without gene he won't
Crow: Even if Gene is there, he will still whine at him.
Me: haha
Crow: Yes, so there. Clearly, the Doctor will fix everything
Me: like hell he will
Crow: Gene needs to not be difficult
Me: never
Crow: Yes well, they'll sort showers later
Crow: They also need sleep
Me: they will obviously be sleeping at CID
Crow: .....but Arthur has a perfectly functional bed
Me: too bad
Crow: Its big!! They could share and put pillows between them and there would be no touching
Me: nooooooo
Crow: Why noooooot?
Me: because gene wants nothing to do with it
Crow: Its aperfectly good bed.
Me: it's also a guy's
Crow: Fine. They can sleep in the guest bedroom. That's not Arthur's bed
Me: no :|
Crow: Why not? D: The only other bed is his sisters!
Me: he isn't sleeping in ANY bed with arthur
Crow: Arthur is not sleeping on the floor!
Me: yes he is
Crow: Is not
Me: yes
Me: yes he is
Crow: can he at least have a chair next to the bed
Me: there will be no bed
Crow: ....so whre will Gene be sleeping
Me: at his desk, of course
Crow: ....can Arthur get a chair too
Me: ...maybe
Crow: If he gets a chair he promises he wotn whine about lack of bed
Me: ...oh fine
Me: i suppose he's gonna want a pillow and blanket, too, then
Crow: Yes please
Me: :|
Me: sissy boy
Crow: :| He doesnt care what he's called as long as he gets a pillow and blanket
Me: fine
Crow: yay! Then Arthur is happy
Me: baby
Crow: Is not! He just likes some semblance of comfort when sleeping
Me: then don't plan on sleeping often
Crow: ...Gene has to sleep too. He'll sleep then
Me: haha
Crow: He would still like showers, please
Me: no
Crow: yes
Me: no
Crow: Gene has to shower too
Me: arthur can stand outside while he does
Crow: Then why can't Gene do the same
Me: because gene's a busy man
Crow: So is Arthur!
Me: nope
Crow: He wont let Gene shower if he doesnt get one
Me: how's he gonna stop him?
Crow: He'll get in with him :|
Me: :|
Me: he'll get punched in the face
Crow: That's okay, he's used to punches
Me: gaaaaaaaaaay
Crow: What does that- I mean, he is totally not
Me: HE IS TOO
Crow: IS NOT
Me: TOO
Crow: HE IS NOT
Me: IS TOO
Crow: He is in no way itnerested in Gene :|
Me: osudbgoubsg HE BETTER NOT BE
Crow: HE'S NOT!!!
Me: by the way, dero says arthur is gay, too
Crow: Dero says everyone is gay
Crow: she is like my dad
Me: then they are both wise
Crow: Arthur resents this implication
Me: also cmak and melly think he's gay, too
Crow: ....well he dislikes people
Me: just accept it, arthur
Crow: Yeah well, if he says yes, that means Gene's cuffed to a poofer
Me: ...gene works with sam on a daily basis
Me: how is that a threat?
Crow: ....point taken
Crow: Arthur is still not interested in him though, so his sexuality has nothing to do with this
Me: :|
Crow: :| He wants a shower
Me: too bad

"Oi. The hell are you two doing?"

Sam looked up from where he was macking it with Donna on his bed, looking only the slightest bit sheepish at his boss walking in on their private session. Donna seemed to take the intrusion much more in stride, giving a quick wave to the Guv, grinning oafishly.

"What's it look like, big boy?" she asked.

Gene's eyes about bulged out of his skull. Sam grimaced, motioning for his Guv to calm down while also muttering something to Donna. The woman frowned, then nudged Sam and whispered something in his ear. He spluttered a moment, then laughed, then schooled his expression and simply gave Gene that pompous, smug look he tended to give that twisted the Guv's knickers right up in a knot.

Figuratively speaking.

'Cause the Guv of course didn't wear knickers.

"Right, so," the mouth plonk said, earning her a nasty glare from Gene. "How's about this, mate. Instead of standing there all sour faced, how about you join us, yeah? Have a good bit of fun, just the three of us."

There were rare occasions when someone was able to silence the great and powerful Gene Hunt. Most thought it nigh on impossible, really, seeing as Gene was Gene. But the redhead with the big tits had managed to do it -- and not only silence him, but completely and utterly mortify him, to boot.

"Are you bloody well kidding me?" he finally asked (but did not splutter! Gene Hunt doesn't splutter). Tyler's grin just kept getting bigger, the sodding git. "The hell do I look like?"

She gave him a purposeful once-over and winked. "I think you look like you could use a bit of relaxing, really. C'mon, it's not that bad, is it?"

"I'm not kissing Gladys over there."

"You don't have to! I'll do it for you. You can just touch. You know, give his knob a little tweak or sommat."

Gene didn't bother dignifying that with an answer. As quickly as he'd come in, he stormed out, stomping down the hall. There was a brief pause and Donna and Sam shared a rather good laugh, before Gene's voice carried back: "And get your arse to work, Tyler! You're not being paid to snog some plonk!"

The laughter followed him out of Sam's flat.

Hate these things. [pause] Now, whoever is calling, you had better hang up. I don't want any of your messages, and I haven't given this number out to anyone. So unless you're Tyler, you got no business calling.


[beep]




(OOC: Posting this for Koen who might never get around to it otherwise. ;P)

He was growing rather tired of these 'meetings.'

Gene was hardly what anyone would consider a patient man, and these repeated progress reports were about as exciting as watching paint dry. It didn't help he absolutely loathed the bastard he was meeting up with, but he didn't have much choice in the matter if he was keeping his city safe from giant, man-eating cats, not to mention all the other folks on the Plane who the Frenchie wouldn't be averse to ripping apart.

He rubbed his own arm unconsciously at the thought, then pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, inhaling deeply as he waited for the other man to show.

The Cortina screeched around the corner, fishtailing over the curb and slamming the rear right tire into an unsuspecting trash can. It skidded across the uneven brick and bounced off the graffitti’d side of one of the lower east-end brick monstrosities with a satisfying crunch, sending garbage spilling out everywhere and eliciting at least one sharp curse from the building’s tenants.

For the man who’d just sent said trash can barrelling into the side of a residential building, their words went unheeded.

“The hell do you mean you lost the bastards?” Gene Hunt raged into the police radio on his dash, one hand firmly on the wheel while the other held the receiver, releasing the transmitter to let Chris’ broken voice come through to his end. Gene rolled his eyes. “Oi, get out from under the bloody dash so I can hear you!”

( There was the crackle of static before Skelton’s voice came back through, clearer this time, if no less meek. )

Muse: Gene Hunt
Fandom: Life on Mars
Word Count: 948

I can think of something Tyler needs to get over himself, and it's got nothing to do with drugs or shrinks. Then again, I doubt he'd calm down if he got laid, either. Sure as hell didn't help last time he got himself a ride, the nancy boy.

As the car screeched into the canal, plunging beneath the waters’ surface with a metallic scream of tires and brakes and frame on pavement, Gene Hunt awoke with a start, cold sweat sticking to his back and neck, his shirt clinging to his skin like damp claws. The sheets beneath him were soaked through, the covers shoved haphazardly to the side of the bed where they lay bunched and piled on the bedroom floor. Beside him, the bed was empty and cold, pillows untouched.

It was probably for the better his wife had taken a holiday with her mum. The last thin he wanted was for her to see him like this.

( Fumbling at the side table, the Guv eventually found a partially crushed packet of cigs beside a small tumbler. )

Character: Gene Hunt
Fandom: Life on Mars
Word Count: 919

Note: Old prompt is old. Just pulling all his prompts to his journal.

It was a warm summer breeze that greeted the two men as they stumbled out of the Railway Arms -- well, more like one stumbled, the other was dragged, and the only reason the one was stumbling was because his companion was so damn heavy.

"You really gotta lose some weight, Guv," Sam murmured, hiking Gene further up onto his shoulder as the bigger man leaned into him, rambling on in something that sounded familiarly like English but was still quite undecipherable as such. Whether the slur came from the inordinate amounts of alcohol the Guv had consumed, or the bottle of such that had been smashed over his thick skull some twenty minutes prior in what could only be described as a ruckus in the pub, Sam couldn't say. Sam wasn't quite prepared to call it a barroom brawl, though.

( After all. No one had died. Note: sexual content )

Character: Gene Hunt
Fandom: Life on Mars
Word Count: I ... do not know.

Note: Old prompt is old. Just pulling all his prompts to his journal.

The whisky had lost all taste long ago, but it didn't stop Gene from downing glass after glass as though the liquid were water, cold and burning all at once as it washed down his throat, purging his insides of all feeling except the aching fire in his stomach that had nothing whatsoever to do with spirits.

There were only a handful of people in the bar, most having left for the night once Nelson called closing time. That had been about ten minutes ago, but the Guv still had a line of glasses stacked up on the bar he'd yet to touch, an amber glow eminating from them as the subdued lighting broke through the thickly hanging smoke, fractured and prismed, groping for substance as it was swallowed again and again by the wafting tendrils rising from Gene's cigarette and the countless more he'd finished all ready.

( He was grudgingly grateful that Nelson did not speak, )

Character: Gene Hunt
Fandom: Life on Mars
Word Count: 1140

Note: Old prompt is old. Just pulling all his prompts to his journal.

( I shot the Sheriff, but I did not shoot the Deputy )


In-character actions = in-character consequences! In other words, don't fuck with him if you don't want to be messed with, and likewise, if he fucks with you, have fun~