COMM: n/a
VERSE:
realityshifted
WORD COUNT: 622
It was 1975.
Sam Tyler was still DI. Ray Carling was DS. Things had smoothed out between them, and CID was more or less a sort of family. Sort of dysfunctional, but a family. It had been one of those days, too. The case was rough, and Tyler was being a right prat about something or other. Ray spent the time grumbling to Chris about how if he were DI, there'd be none of this talking malarkey and they'd get straight to business on the case.
But when the day ended, he and Chris headed on home. No night at the Railway Arms this time; the Boss had gotten the Guv in a sour mood and Ray didn't fancy being on the bad end of Gene being frustrated over something Sam did. It were bad enough that he had gone and forgotten about the Plane and what all that went on.
Ray didn't like the idea of keeping his mouth shut about it. It wasn't something they were supposed to do - keep their mouth shut - but Ray had just come to a silent conclusion that if Tyler had off and forgotten about it, and refused to remember despite being reminded, it might've been for the best. That was one point Ray kept himself from latching onto like a rabid dog. Some things were better left alone.
He had resigned to his bedroom, not for the night, but just for a quick clear of his head and to take the medication he had been given by Sid. Chris would hound him all night if he didn't, especially since they weren't right pissed. Couldn't take them when drunk, so he usually found himself only taking half (at best) of what he was supposed to.
In one of the other rooms of the flat, he could hear the sound of Sandwich (which was a terrible name for a cat, so he called her Sandy) running at full tilt. The louder thumping noises behind him, he guessed were Chris doing a very animated and exaggerated run after the cat.
For a moment, he closed his eyes. Chris had moved in full time only a short while ago, and Ray had up and decided to move to a different flat. He had reasons, one of the being he was tired of Chris hogging up his couch all the time. Another was that he had a niggling suspicion if anybody found that Chris were living with him official like and there was only the one bedroom, he'd be called a poof or some shit like that. It was one thing for a bloke to be staying on your couch for a while. It was another for a bloke to be living with you and on the couch.
He sat down on his bed and had just removed his suit jacket when a furry blur darted into his room. Sandy leapt onto the bed, onto his shoulder, digging her claws in, then leapt onto the opposite floor. Chris appeared in the doorway moments later, hair tousled and a wide, gleeful smile on his face. He posed as if ready to dart in any direction.
Ray couldn't help but grin a bit, especially as Sandy arched her back at Chris, fur standing out all on end. Chris started at her, trying to provoke her into running. The cat shot straight up as if she were on a trampoline, and as soon as she landed, bolted faster than any criminal he'd seen in his life. She dashed between Chris' legs and disappeared out of view - and Chris chased after.
He popped the two pills in his mouth and dry swallowed them.
Things hadn't turned out so bad after all.
VERSE:
realityshiftedWORD COUNT: 622
It was 1975.
Sam Tyler was still DI. Ray Carling was DS. Things had smoothed out between them, and CID was more or less a sort of family. Sort of dysfunctional, but a family. It had been one of those days, too. The case was rough, and Tyler was being a right prat about something or other. Ray spent the time grumbling to Chris about how if he were DI, there'd be none of this talking malarkey and they'd get straight to business on the case.
But when the day ended, he and Chris headed on home. No night at the Railway Arms this time; the Boss had gotten the Guv in a sour mood and Ray didn't fancy being on the bad end of Gene being frustrated over something Sam did. It were bad enough that he had gone and forgotten about the Plane and what all that went on.
Ray didn't like the idea of keeping his mouth shut about it. It wasn't something they were supposed to do - keep their mouth shut - but Ray had just come to a silent conclusion that if Tyler had off and forgotten about it, and refused to remember despite being reminded, it might've been for the best. That was one point Ray kept himself from latching onto like a rabid dog. Some things were better left alone.
He had resigned to his bedroom, not for the night, but just for a quick clear of his head and to take the medication he had been given by Sid. Chris would hound him all night if he didn't, especially since they weren't right pissed. Couldn't take them when drunk, so he usually found himself only taking half (at best) of what he was supposed to.
In one of the other rooms of the flat, he could hear the sound of Sandwich (which was a terrible name for a cat, so he called her Sandy) running at full tilt. The louder thumping noises behind him, he guessed were Chris doing a very animated and exaggerated run after the cat.
For a moment, he closed his eyes. Chris had moved in full time only a short while ago, and Ray had up and decided to move to a different flat. He had reasons, one of the being he was tired of Chris hogging up his couch all the time. Another was that he had a niggling suspicion if anybody found that Chris were living with him official like and there was only the one bedroom, he'd be called a poof or some shit like that. It was one thing for a bloke to be staying on your couch for a while. It was another for a bloke to be living with you and on the couch.
He sat down on his bed and had just removed his suit jacket when a furry blur darted into his room. Sandy leapt onto the bed, onto his shoulder, digging her claws in, then leapt onto the opposite floor. Chris appeared in the doorway moments later, hair tousled and a wide, gleeful smile on his face. He posed as if ready to dart in any direction.
Ray couldn't help but grin a bit, especially as Sandy arched her back at Chris, fur standing out all on end. Chris started at her, trying to provoke her into running. The cat shot straight up as if she were on a trampoline, and as soon as she landed, bolted faster than any criminal he'd seen in his life. She dashed between Chris' legs and disappeared out of view - and Chris chased after.
He popped the two pills in his mouth and dry swallowed them.
Things hadn't turned out so bad after all.